God Emperor

Latest website: Zhang Ruochen's injury was indeed quite serious. Even after taking the Deadwood Pill, it took about two days to recover.

Next, Zhang Ruochen decided to retreat for a while and go all out to improve his cultivation.

"All the thirty-six orifices in the chest and abdomen have been opened. All it takes is refining the divine blood or the white tiger divine dew to sanctify the acupoints. Once the thirty-six orifices are sanctified, the physical strength will definitely become more powerful. "

Both the refining divine blood and the refining white tiger dew can temper the physical body and sanctify the acupoints. Of course, there are some differences between the two.

Divine blood contains majestic divine power and huge blood energy.

Refining the divine blood can not only sanctify the acupoints, but also absorb the spiritual cultivation insights of the gods, thereby improving one's own cultivation.

Relatively speaking, the power contained in White Tiger Divine Dew is purer than divine blood. Although it can only be used to sanctify acupoints and temper the body, it is easier to absorb.

"At this stage, I must improve my cultivation as soon as possible, and refining divine blood is the best way to do it."

Zhang Ruochen took out a jar of divine blood and placed it in front of him. His hands emitted white holy light and poured the holy light into the wooden jar.

"Wow"

Nearly a thousand drops of divine blood flew out from the wooden jar, exuding an extremely powerful divine aura, much like bright blood-colored stars hanging above Zhang Ruochen's head.

The blood light emitted by the divine blood has extremely thin threads, which spread outwards and connect with other divine blood, completely covering the space of a hundred feet in radius.

Those threads are actually the rules contained in the divine blood.

It is precisely because the divine blood contains very complex rules that after the monks refine the divine blood, their cultivation will be significantly improved.

Zhang Ruochen ran the sixth level of the "Nine Heavens Ming Emperor Sutra", and all the 100,000 pores on his body opened, and he began to swallow the power emanating from the divine blood.

Now, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation level is only at the early stage of the seventh-level semi-saint level, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Three months passed quickly.

The thirty-six acupoints distributed in Zhang Ruochen's waist and abdomen area are all sanctified, and are connected with the thirty-six acupoints on both arms to form a circulation system.

"Wow."

The blood flowed rapidly for a whole day, and suddenly, all the seventy-two acupoints on the waist, abdomen, and arms glowed white.

"There are one hundred and forty-four orifices in the human body, and seventy-two of them have been sanctified. Even if I don't circulate the holy energy, with my current physical strength, I should be able to compete with ordinary ninth-level semi-saints with my bare hands."

The clothes on Zhang Ruochen's body had long since been burned, leaving his upper body exposed, revealing a very well-proportioned figure with obvious but not exaggerated muscles.

The light emanating from the back, chest, abdomen, and arms are connected into a network, forming a rather strange pattern.

After sanctifying thirty-six acupoints on the chest and abdomen, Zhang Ruochen refined a total of more than two thousand drops of divine blood, directly raising his level to the peak of the seventh-level semi-saint.

If not, there is a clear dividing line between the seventh-level semi-saint and the eighth-level semi-saint. With Zhang Ruochen absorbing such a huge amount of divine blood, he can definitely break through to the eighth-level semi-saint.

Now, he is stuck in the seventh-level semi-saint realm. His whole body is like a blazing furnace. The huge power in his body has nowhere to vent. It is scurrying around, rushing and swelling to the extreme, as if it is trying to stretch him to the limit. Exploded to death.

In such a situation, one must immediately swallow the Eighth-level Saint Yuan Dan, attack the Eighth-level Semi-Saint, and resolve the expanding power in the body by breaking through the realm.

Of course, there is another way, which is to break the barrier of the realm through a fierce battle, thereby impacting the eighth-level semi-saint and consuming the violent power in the body.

Both methods, in fact, require a breakthrough.

However, the former is relatively gentle, while the latter is a fierce method that requires constantly stimulating and squeezing oneself to finally break through the shackles of the realm.

"Since there is no eighth-grade Saint Yuan Dan, it seems that we can only choose the second method." Zhang Ruochen said to himself.

war.

Must fight.

Since it is a fierce battle, it is natural to choose a strong opponent, otherwise, the purpose of forcing oneself will not be achieved at all.

After Zhang Ruochen thought carefully, he finally decided to choose the prince of the Qingtian tribe as the whetstone for his promotion to the eighth level semi-saint.

Half an hour later, Zhang Ruochen took Qing Mo and walked out of the Divine Wooden Map of the Universe and headed towards the outer edge of the blood-red Gobi.

As for the other monks, they are still practicing in the world of Tujuan and working hard to improve their cultivation.

Qing Mo's face was exceptionally beautiful, and she looked like she was only in her teens, much like a little girl waiting to bloom.

There was a timid look on her fair face, and she asked worriedly: "Mr. Zhang, is it too dangerous for you to go looking for the undead vampires of the Qingtian tribe alone?"

"If it's not dangerous, I won't go!"

Although he knew that this trip was quite dangerous, Zhang Ruochen acted quite calmly, with a very relaxed smile on his face.

If it's not dangerous, how can you force yourself to reach the eighth-level semi-saint realm?

In fact, there are risks in doing anything. Just look at the rewards of doing this. Will it attract you to take risks?

Obviously, as long as you can reach the eighth-level semi-saint realm, no matter how high the risk is, it is still worth trying.

All this time, the undead vampires have been hiding in the dark, promoting the conflict between humans and beasts, thereby collecting a steady stream of high-grade blood.

How can anything be so cheap in the world?

This time, Zhang Ruochen decided to take the initiative, even if he could not shake the Qingtian tribe with his own strength. However, Zhang Ruochen must at least force them to come to the surface and not let them continue to hide in the dark and reap the benefits.

Qing Mo lowered his head, bit his lip gently, and said: "The masters of the Qingtian tribe are like a cloud, like a dragon pond and a tiger's den. Even an ancient sect would not dare to collide with them head-on. There are only two of us, aren't we going to die? Really? It’s too dangerous, let’s go back! If Your Highness the Princess knew that I was taking you to the Qingtian Tribe’s camp, you would definitely beat me to death.”

Zhang Ruochen had a strange look in his eyes, stopped and stared at Qing Mo carefully.

Qingmo's eyes met Zhang Ruochen's, and he looked a little guilty. He immediately looked away and said, "Master Zhang...what...what's wrong?"

Zhang Ruochen showed a puzzled look and said: "You are a green ink holy vine that has grown for 40,000 years, and your cultivation level is still higher than that of Senior Sister Huang. Even if she brings you to the Kunlun Realm, you don't need to be so afraid of her." Right? Aren’t you in an equal relationship?”

You must know that the cultivation level of the 40,000-year-old green ink holy vine is by no means as simple as that of a lower-level saint.

Even if Qing Mo rarely contacts people and is timid, he wouldn't be so afraid of a Half-Saint, right?

Qing Mo's fingers kept tugging at the corners of his clothes, and he was extremely nervous. He muttered, "There's no need to be afraid. I... I just feel that she will be very worried if we do such a dangerous thing behind her back."

"If you don't tell me, if I don't tell you, how will she know?" Zhang Ruochen smiled.

Qing Mo's spiritual sense is astonishing, and he can sense the smallest clues. Only by taking her with him can he find the camp of the undead vampires.

Qing Mo did not disappoint Zhang Ruochen. It only took one day to find the oasis where the Qingtian tribe was hiding.

There is a formation master in the Qingtian tribe, who has deployed a huge hidden formation, completely covering the entire oasis.

Even with Zhang Ruochen's mental strength, he only found some traces left by the opponent's formation when he got close to the oasis.

"Mr. Zhang, there is an attack formation in the oasis, which is quite dangerous... Let's go back!" Qing Mo was a little scared, worried about an accident.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "Since you can see through the formation inscriptions of the attack formation, you should also be able to decipher the formation, right?"

Qing Mo nodded, then shook his head.

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Ruochen felt very confused and didn't know if she could break the formation.

Qing Mo finally nodded and said: "I have a kind of flame that can be used to make fire for cooking. It can also burn the formation inscriptions and directly refine the formation into a gaseous state."

After a pause, she added: "Theoretically, this is true, but I have never tried it."

Zhang Ruochen always felt that Qing Mo was less reliable than Xiao Hei, and he was worried that she would lose control at the critical moment, so he asked: "What kind of flame do you control?"

Qing Mo stretched out a small jade-white hand, with five slender fingers like snow onions, slowly unfolding, and a ball of green flame emerged in the palm of his hand.

Just when the flames emerged, Zhang Ruochen felt an extremely dangerous aura. The hairs on his body stood up in an instant, and he instinctively took a step back.

The temperature of the flame is actually not high, but the dangerous smell makes people feel creepy.

"Infinite Holy Fire."

Zhang Ruochen was quite surprised and had to re-examine the seemingly ignorant girl in front of him.

According to legend, the immeasurable holy fire can burn saints to death and melt thousands of holy weapons. It is definitely a very rare flame.

How can it not be surprising that a girl who seems to be weak and weak can actually master such a terrifying flame and can also absorb the flame into her body?

What Zhang Ruochen couldn't understand even more was that she actually just used the infinite holy fire to make a fire to cook.

Since he has the immeasurable holy fire, it is not difficult for Qing Mo to break the attack formation in the oasis.

In fact, Zhang Ruochen's space power can also break the formation, but once he falls into the formation, anything can happen, and he may not have time to deal with it.

Qing Mo stayed outside the oasis and might be able to help him at the critical moment.

At this moment, in the oasis, all the important figures of the Qingtian tribe gathered under an ancient golden tree and were discussing some important matters.

Prince Qingtian sat in the top seat, neatly dressed, handsome and with a noble and elegant temperament.

That kind of temperament can only be possessed by a truly superior person.

Princess Yanxin, Zuotian Blood Saint, Chang Wan, Gui Wu, and some ninth-level half-saints from the undead blood clan, all stood on both sides below Prince Qingtian.

None of the people present were weak, and they were all famous figures in the Kunlun world. However, none of them dared to look directly at Prince Qingtian.

Prince Qingtian's strength is too terrifying, one or two levels higher than them.

Prince Qingtian took the lead in staring at Gui Wu and said, "Gui Wu, your injury has healed, right?"

"After taking the Holy Blood Pill given by His Highness the Crown Prince, my subordinate has not only recovered from his injuries, but his level also seems to have improved somewhat." Guiwu was very respectful to Prince Qingtian, clasping his fists with both hands and saluting upward.

Immediately afterwards, Gui Wu said again: "Although my subordinates failed this time, they still found out some details about Zhang Ruochen. There are at least four strong men at the level of beast kings around him, and they must have a huge power. "

The eyes of Prince Qingtian exuded bright brilliance, and he said: "Is he really the prince of the Shengming Central Empire eight hundred years ago, and has already recruited his old subordinates to his side?"

The hatred between the Immortal Vampire Clan and the Shengming Central Empire is as deep as the sea. If it weren't for Emperor Ming, how could the Immortal Vampire Clan be sealed on an isolated island and spend eight hundred years in darkness?

Therefore, Prince Qingtian was so concerned after hearing Guiwu's words.

Princess Yanxin gently touched the tips of her long crimson hair with her fingers, and smiled charmingly: "Wouldn't it be better if he was really Crown Prince Shengming? I just caught him and sucked him dry one by one. His blood will take away his Five Elements Chaos Body and True God's destiny. Haha."

Princess Flameheart's voice is soft and beautiful, full of temptation.

The undead vampire masters present looked at her beautiful face, curvy figure, and snow-white skin. When they heard such a seductive voice, they all had physiological reactions, and an evil fire rose in their stomachs.