On the ice bed, lying quietly was an old body, his limbs curled up, as thin as a tree root that had just been dug out of the mud.

Long white hair, like spider silk, scattered around the ice bed, has not been trimmed for hundreds of years.

Lying on the ice bed, it is not who Shi Mingyuan is.

"It's great that the old patriarch is still alive!"

"If the old patriarch can recover, with his attainments in spiritual power and runes, we still need to fear the undead blood clan in the ancient clan of Hell Town?"

The Saint Realm elders of the Ancient Clan of the Prison Suppression were divided into two columns and stood neatly below, their eyes were both shocked and worried, and at the same time, they also had a deep expectation.

Three hours ago, Zhang Ruochen sent Shi Mingyuan into the Qiankun Realm, and asked the Heavenly God Wood to take action, purifying the evil Dao consciousness in his body.

It was precisely like this that Shi Mingyuan was no longer crazy and no longer attacked other monks, but he still had the Hades Blood Poison in his body, so he fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen, Leopard Lie, Xiang Chunan, and Luo Yi shot together, using their own holy qi to penetrate Shi Mingyuan's body and force out the Hades Blood Poison drop by drop.

The four of them, it took most of the day, and they only forced out a third of the blood poison.

Shi Ren greeted him and asked, "Brother Zhang, how is it?"

"A third of it has been cleared, you hurry up and feed the old patriarch some pills that increase blood qi, and you will continue to clear it tomorrow. Zhang Ruochen said.

Below, the Saint Realm elders of the Ancient Clan of the Prison Suppression all showed joy.

One of the elders said, "You can clear a third of it at a time, wouldn't it be that in two days, the blood poison in the old patriarch's body will be completely removed?"

"It's not that simple. The old patriarch was poisoned too deeply, and the blood of his whole body was fused with the blood poison of the Hades, with our cultivation, it was impossible to completely clear it, and the Great Sage's shot was almost the same. Only through continuous exchange of blood and blood production can the blood poison become weaker and weaker. Zhang Ruochen said.

Shi Ren said: "So how long does it take for grandpa to come to his senses?"

Zhang Ruochen thought for a while and said, "Half a month! After half a month, the blood poison in the old patriarch's body should be less than one thousandth. With his own cultivation, it is enough to suppress the blood poison, and at that time, he may be able to wake up. ”

"Thank you, Brother Zhang, our Ancient Clan owes you too much, and from now on, Shi Ren's life will be yours. Shi Ren's expression was very serious, and his eyes were red.

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "Take good care of the old patriarch, and I'll leave the Sword Shrine." ”

"Where are you going?" asked Shiren.

"I will be back soon. ”

By the time he finished saying this, Zhang Ruochen had already disappeared into the Sword Tomb Palace.

Leaving the sword mound, Zhang Ruochen burned a communication light talisman and shot out of the sky.

This light rune, he passed on to Master Indra in the Western Regions, preparing to retrieve the monstrous sword stored in him.

"The Sword Mound and the Ancient Clan of the Town Prison are guarded by the formation divine pattern left over from the Middle Ages, and if they want to send a message, they have to come out once, which is really troublesome. ”

Zhang Ruochen shook his head lightly and was about to return to the sword shrine.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he immediately formed a palm print, shot out a flaming dragon, and struck towards a barren mountain thirty miles to the right.

"Shhhh ”

In the barren mountain, a blood-red circular mark appeared, as if a cave had appeared out of thin air.

A figure wearing the Hundred Saints Blood Armor jumped out of the blood-colored cave, the flesh wings on its back spread out, and suddenly the thick blood qi covered the land for thousands of miles.

"Boom. ”

In his hand, he carried a steel dragon-like chain, which collided with the flame dragon that Zhang Ruochen had shot, shattering the dragon and turning it into a ball of fire.

"Hey, you're alert, and you can detect my breath. The Martial Realm disciple laughed.

The blood qi spread in front of Zhang Ruochen's body, enveloping him in it.

Zhang Ruochen could feel a strange power flowing in his blood, like silt, suppressing his cultivation and action speed.

"Actually able to break one of my palm prints, this monk of the undead blood clan is by no means a simple person. Zhang Ruochen said secretly.

You must know that Zhang Ruochen's cultivation is only one step away from the Nine-Step Saint King, even if it is just a casual palm, the power is overwhelming.

Zhang Ruochen was not surprised, glanced around, and said, "There are a lot of people from the undead blood clan, except for a hundred illusion gods, there is another one. The rest of the people should show up, too!"

The eyes of the Martial Emperor narrowed, and he said, "You met the Hundred Illusion Divine Son, can you still survive?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled, took out a blood-red holy source from the storage ring, and held it in the palm of his hand.

The breath of the Holy Source emanates out.

The face of the Emperor of the Martial Realm suddenly changed, and he said, "It's the breath of the Hundred Illusion Divine Son, who killed him?"

"His Holy Font, since it is in my hands. Who did you say killed him?" Zhang Ruochen asked rhetorically.

"It's you. ”

The Emperor of the Martial Realm became vigilant, and he didn't dare to underestimate the human man in front of him anymore. The combat power of the Hundred Illusion Divine Son may not be top-notch, but his illusion and change techniques are superb, and ordinary great sages are invincible.

The person who can kill the Hundred Illusion God Son is definitely a master.

In the distance, in a white cloud, a mountain of white bones was suspended.

The Nine-Eyed Heavenly King and the others all looked at the Martial Realm Emperor and Zhang Ruochen, and when they sensed the breath of the Hundred Illusion Divine Son coming from the Holy Source, their faces became unnatural.

"The Hundred Illusions Divine Son actually died at the hands of an unknown person, it's really unjust. It seems that he is really too crazy and too blind to see no one, so he capsized in the gutter. An imperial lady with a very long face sneered.

There was no trace of mercy, just ridicule, and a killing intent against Zhang Ruochen.

"Nobody? You seem to be underestimating him. ”

At this time, at the top of the White Bone Mountain, a magnetic voice came out.

The eyes of the two god sons and the six emperors and daughters of the undead blood clan all cast their eyes towards the figure, and many of them had a look of awe and respect in their eyes.

The figure, with its back to the crowd, had beautiful long blood-red hair, was tall and thin, and was studying with a scroll of bamboo slips.

Slowly, he turned around, revealing a face that was extremely handsome.

If it weren't for the fact that he had an Adam's apple and a male voice, I am afraid that any monk would have thought that he was a peerless beauty, no less beautiful than the nine fairies on the "Nine Immortal Beauties".

"Xia Shenzi, do you know who he is?" asked the long-faced emperor.

Xia Wenxin was not in a hurry, and said: "This person's name is Zhang Ruochen, who is the most brave and warlike person among the younger generations in the Kunlun realm, and has inherited the way of time and space of the Sumeru holy monk, and has become the messenger of the moon god. Whether it's talent, luck, or background, it's a first-class existence, and you actually think he's a nobody?"

It turned out that he was Zhang Ruochen. ”

The Nine-Eyed Heavenly King showed a very interested look, and the five eyes on his face opened at the same time, looking at the Terran man who was confronting the martial world disciple through the void for thousands of miles.

After a while, the Nine-Eyed Heavenly King was a little disappointed, and said, "Xia Shenzi seems to have a time when he looks away. ”

"What do you say?" Xia asked.

The Nine-Eyed Heavenly King said: "Even if that Zhang Ruochen inherits the way of time and the way of space of the Sumeru Holy Monk, he can call the wind and rain in the same realm." However, his current cultivation realm should not be less than a nine-step Saint King. With such a cultivation, no matter how strong other aspects are, how strong can the overall strength be?"

"In the Eight-Step Saint King realm, he can be invincible. In the realm of the small world of rules, is it okay? In the realm of the big world of rules, how many can he rank? When he encounters a strong person in the realm of the Dao realm, I am afraid that he can only flee for his life. ”

Xia Wenxin was silent.

The long-faced emperor laughed: "It turned out to be just an eight-step saint king, such a weak person can also be called the most brave and good fighter in the Kunlun realm, it seems that the Kunlun realm is really declining." ”

An emperor with silver lines on his eyebrows laughed: "The emperor of the martial realm has a strong blood of the Great Sage in his body, and in the realm of the eight-step Saint King, he can have a short confrontation with the powerhouse of the rule world, and it is just right to try the ability of this time-space heir." ”

"Hehe, Emperor Yun, are you kidding? The Emperor of the Martial Realm is not in the eight-step Saint King realm now, and after absorbing a large amount of holy blood on the battlefield of merit, he has already condensed the Dao Domain. His cultivation is three realms higher than Zhang Ruochen. Are you sure this is testing Zhang Ruochen's ability, rather than directly crushing him?" said the long-faced imperial maiden with a smile.

"Don't forget the power of time and space, but it's very powerful, Zhang Ruochen's combat power is probably not that simple. Otherwise, how could the Hundred Illusion Divine Son become a Sacred Source?" said the third Divine Son, whose body was like an iron tower, in a low voice.

"Perhaps, the Hundred Illusion Divine Son was not killed by Zhang Ruochen at all, but another strong person made a move. Yun Dizi said.

"I still have to remind the martial arts disciples, lest he be taken by surprise by Zhang Ruochen. ”

The lips of the long-faced emperor moved, and a silent wave came out, entering the ears of the emperor of the martial realm.

The eyes of the Emperor of the Martial World suddenly lit up, and he laughed: "It turns out that you are the descendant of the Holy Monk of Sumeru, okay, it's really good, then you may still have a way to survive today." Hand over the inheritance secret book, and this emperor will spare you from dying. ”

Zhang Ruochen realized that there must be other undead blood clan masters nearby, and it was very likely that there was more than one.

The Emperor of the Martial World is a veteran of a hundred battles, and when he saw the change in Zhang Ruochen's eyes, he realized that this heir of time and space was looking for an opportunity to retreat.

"Haha, stop dreaming, you can't leave today!"

The chains in the hands of the Emperor of the Martial Realm spun rapidly, becoming thousands of feet long, and as they rotated faster and faster, they formed a huge whirlpool, tearing apart the surrounding mountains and sweeping them up to the sky.

"I gave you the opportunity to hand it over, but you didn't. Ben Emperor can only come and pick it up in person. ”

"Whoa. ”

The chains carried rocky mountains, making the sky dim, and the sound of whistling continued to come out, and then, the power of destroying the world bombarded Zhang Ruochen.