God Emperor

Latest website: Zhang Ruochen has also heard some rumors about the Dragon Protection Pavilion, but even he has never come into contact with the members of the Dragon Protection Pavilion.

Just know that the Dragon Protection Pavilion is very mysterious and only obeys the orders of the Ming Emperors of the past dynasties. All members are strong men in the holy realm.

"The night before my father disappeared, the Dragon Protection Pavilion transferred the treasury. Could it be that my father had anticipated something?"

Zhang Ruochen thought carefully and felt a little confused.

Of course, he did not completely believe the information announced by the head of the Cai family. After all, the Cai family had submitted to the First Central Empire.

They may not necessarily be looking for the "Secret Scroll of the Blood Clan". Perhaps, looking for the members of the Dragon Protection Pavilion and the treasury treasures is the real purpose.

The news announced by the head of the Cai family was quite shocking, and it quickly spread throughout the Cai family's Holy Mansion, and even spread to various cities in Shengming City at an astonishing speed.

Cai Jin, the chief steward of the Cai Family's Holy Mansion, came to Zhang Ruochen holding an ice jade box and said with a pleasant smile: "Sir, this is what the Patriarch of the Painting Saint asked me to bring to you."

Zhang Ruochen took the ice jade box, slightly opened a gap, and then immediately closed the jade box.

"Old Chu's work efficiency is very high. He delivered the fifth-grade Saint Yuan Dan so quickly."

Zhang Ruochen curled his lips, put away the ice jade box, and left the Cai Family Holy Mansion.

The main reason he came to attend the Cai family's banquet was to get the fifth-grade Saint Yuan Dan.

Now that the Sheng Yuan Pill is in hand, there is no need to stay here anymore. It is just a good opportunity to get rid of Chu Siyuan and do what he really wants to do.

Walking out of the Cai Family Holy Mansion, Zhang Ruochen felt at least three forces following him.

Zhang Ruochen used the power of the Meteor Invisibility Cloak and quickly got rid of them all.

Zhang Ruochen came to the stronghold of the descendants of the Zhang family and thought to himself, "I hope Zhang Fengxing has been in contact with the senior figures of the Zhang family... No..."? "Oh."

Zhang Ruochen displayed his physical skills, leaped down from the night sky, landed in the courtyard at the center of the inn, and looked around.

A nauseatingly strong smell of blood permeated the space.

The ground was full of dead bodies.

During the day, the thirteen descendants of the Zhang family who were rescued by him, including the clerks and guests in the inn, all died tragically, some were split in half, and some were left with only headless corpses.

Zhang Fengxing was nailed to a wall with a silver-white spear. His body was covered with scars, his stomach was cut open, and all his internal organs rolled out.

Apparently, he was tortured before his death.

Zhang Shu, who was only eleven years old, stood on a staircase covered with blood, with a look of fear, sadness and despair on his face, staring in the direction of Zhang Fengxing's body.

Zhang Ruochen's fingers gently touched his face.

"Snapped!"

Blood lines appeared on Zhang Shu's body, and he was broken into thirteen pieces.

Zhang Ruochen's fingers were trembling, his teeth were making a clicking sound, a burst of anger burst out from the depths of his blood, and the shape of flames was reflected in his two pupils, and he said: "Come out!"

"Wow!"

Dozens of dark black light curtains appeared around the inn. In the light curtain, the sound of armors clashing was heard.

Immediately afterwards, the sergeants of the Canglong Army wearing black armor, like dark soldiers and ghost generals, exuded a monstrous evil spirit and rushed out of the light curtain one after another.

A middle-aged man with a hooked nose and a pair of black wings on his back flew out, exuding an icy aura.

He stood in the air, holding a piece of jade in his hand, and laughed: "You should have given the "Taiming Sacred Scripture" to that boy, right? As far as I know, only some of the remnants of the previous dynasty have extremely high status. Only those who are qualified are qualified to practice.”

Zhang Ruochen took out Shen Yuan's ancient sword without saying a word.

The middle-aged man with a pair of black wings continued: "Originally, this commander was just ordered to destroy a stronghold of the remnants of the previous dynasty, but unexpectedly, he actually attracted a big fish. Haha!"

Even though he was surrounded by many people, Zhang Ruochen still kept his expression unchanged, with only a chill in his eyes as he said, "Did you laugh too early?"

"To be so calm, he must be a master." The middle-aged man with black wings had an attitude of taking control of the situation. He waved his hand and said: "Open the seven-star sword formation and suppress him. Remember, Must be left alive."

In the Canglong Army's camp, seven formation masters hit their staffs to the ground at the same time.

The next moment, with the inn as the center, dense white inscriptions appeared on the ground with a radius of a hundred feet, forming a formation.

"Wow."

In the formation, sword energy was automatically condensed, and in an instant, all buildings and corpses, including the inn, were smashed into pieces and razed to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen originally wanted to rush out of the sword formation area first, but he was a step late and was attacked by hundreds of sword energy. He failed to break out of the formation and had to retreat.

In the distance, above a vermilion tower, three graceful dancing girls revealed their true bodies and looked towards the direction of the inn.

That area of ​​the city was completely sealed by the formation, with streaks of black dust pouring out, containing a huge murderous intent.

"Sister, that's the sergeant from the 8th Battalion of the Canglong Army. At least three thousand elites have gathered here. That man must be in big trouble. Do we want to help him?" said a woman in a yellow dance skirt.

A dancing girl wearing a veil, standing on the eaves of the tower, like a beautiful elf under the moon, said in a pleasant voice: "Since the Eighth Battalion of the Canglong Army has dispatched three thousand elites, it can be seen that, They take this matter extremely seriously. It is very possible that the commander of the eighth battalion, Han Ying, is also in that area. Han Ying's cultivation is deeper than Guo Lu's, and the two of you rushed forward, but you just died."

The dancing girl wearing a veil is none other than the dancing fairy of Fengwu Palace, Qin Yutong.

The other two dancers are her junior sisters, Bai Xuanshuang and Bai Xuanyu, the Tianzi-level dancers of Fengwu Palace.

When Zhang Ruochen left the Cai Family Holy Mansion, they followed him.

After following him, Qin Yutong guessed that Zhang Ruochen might have brought him to this stronghold, so they rushed over to investigate.

Bai Xuanshuang was wearing a yellow dance skirt and had the powerful cultivation level of a fourth-level semi-saint. She looked like she was in her early twenties and asked: "What should we do now? This person is a first-class strong man, we can never see him. Are you going to die without saving me?"

Qin Yutong looked very calm and said: "You two should rush back to Fengwu Palace immediately and tell Granny Su. Maybe she can come up with a rescue method."

Bai Xuanshuang and Bai Xuanyu turned into two shadows, disappeared into the darkness, and rushed towards the Fengwu Palace.

The Zhang family indeed has a giant from the Holy Realm lurking in Shengming City.

However, once the giant of the Holy Realm personally rescues the man wearing the golden mask, the King of Lingxiao will definitely be alarmed. When the time comes, both the Saint Realm giant and the man wearing the golden mask will die without a burial place, and the Zhang family will suffer heavy losses.

Qin Yutong knew very well that tonight's matter was very difficult and he could only act according to circumstances.

Zhang Ruochen stood at the center of the seven-star sword formation, shattering the flying sword energy into wisps of white smoke.

The man with a pair of black wings on his back is none other than Han Ying, one of the ten commanders of the Canglong Army.

"Even the Seven-Star Sword Formation can't suppress you. You are quite accomplished in swordsmanship."

Han Ying's expression was very cold and sharp, and he ordered the seven formation masters again, saying: "Inspire the strongest power of the Seven Star Sword Formation."

After receiving the order, the seven formation masters cut a blood mark on their palms and smeared their own blood on the staff.

The blood and inscriptions merged into one and poured into the ground.

The entire Seven-Star Sword Formation turned blood red, and at the edges of the formation, blood-red inscriptions emerged from the ground, condensing into the ghost figures of seven warriors holding long swords.

"Swish."

The seven warrior ghosts roared, swung their swords, and swept towards Zhang Ruochen at the same time.

The murderous intention in Zhang Ruochen's body was very strong, and he no longer retained it. He mobilized the holy energy in his body and continuously poured it into Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

"Break it for me."

A move "Golden Dou Chaoyang" was performed. This is a move in the Nine Lives Sword Technique. Its power is comparable to the holy technique and can explode thirty-two times the power.

Previously, Zhang Ruochen had figured out the weak points of the Seven-Star Sword Formation, and with a sword move at the level of a holy art, he slashed out, with a roar, directly splitting the formation in half.

Originally, the long swords of the seven warrior ghosts were only one foot away from Zhang Ruochen's body.

At this moment, they all disappeared into thin air and were extinguished together with the Seven Star Sword Formation.

The formation was shattered, and all the Canglong Army soldiers present were shocked. They did not expect that this person was so powerful.

"Uh-huh."

Zhang Ruochen swung his sword and slashed, and seven sword energy flew out in succession, rushing towards the seven formation masters, no longer giving them a chance to set up the formation.

With Zhang Ruochen's current level of cultivation and swordsmanship, the sword energy he fired at random also contained earth-shattering power, and no ordinary monk could stop it.

From the Canglong Army's camp, dozens of powerful figures rushed out, trying to block the sword energy of the seven combat masters.

"Pfft."

Dozens of powerful figures were all penetrated by the sword energy and flew backwards.

The seven sword energies continued unabated and penetrated the heads of the seven formation masters at the same time, leaving only seven corpses.

"court death."

Han Ying was quite angry, and the holy energy circulated throughout his body, converging on his eyes.

Two beams of light shot out of his black pupils and struck Zhang Ruochen below.

Zhang Ruochen was alert and dodged first.

"Boom."

Two black light pillars hit the ground, shattering the earth into pieces. In some places, the soil and stones had melted and turned into magma droplets.

A Canglong soldier who fell to the ground held a twelfth-grade true weapon in his hand. However, it was only slightly touched by the black light beam, and the true weapon immediately exploded.

The two black beams of light possess terrifying destructive power, and even holy weapons may not be able to stop them.

There were also some masters in the Canglong Army who immediately organized three thousand elite sergeants to set up a combined attack formation.

A huge white sword with a length of thirteen feet was condensed in the sky above the combined attack formation, and it slashed towards Zhang Ruochen's head, falling from the sky like a white waterfall.

With three thousand elite troops gathered together, one could imagine how powerful the sword would be.

Even a ninth-level semi-saint cannot stop him.

"Wow!"

A space crack tens of meters long flew out, piercing the white giant sword and the light barrier of the combined attack formation at the same time. With just this move, more than a hundred elite soldiers were killed.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen used his physical skills, rushed into the Canglong Army's camp, inserted Shen Yuan's ancient sword into the ground, and a mighty sword intent burst out.

"Go to hell." Zhang Ruochen roared, all the hair on his head stood up, and the murderous intent in his body was released.

Thousands of sword-shaped sword energy flew out from the sword body of Shen Yuan's ancient sword, making a "clatter" sound and flying in all directions.

When the sword energy dissipated, the ground was covered with the corpses of the Canglong Army. (To be continued.)