God Emperor

Latest website: If so, Zhang Ruochen stands in the position of the Death Zen Patriarch. In front of him, there are only two choices.

Either wait for death alone in the underworld, or open the passage between the Yin and Yang worlds to save yourself. How to choose?

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently and sighed: "For the first time, I feel that I have done something that I regret."

"Do you regret saving the poor monk?"

The old monk smiled and said: "Actually, you don't have to regret it. Just imagine, if you knew in advance that the poor monk was the leader of the Death Zen Sect and did not come to rescue you. Then, when the poor monk dies, what will happen next? The person is you.”

"Secondly, if you had not taken action to save the poor monk, then you would never have been able to cultivate into the Five Elements Chaos Body. So, as long as you pay, you will definitely be rewarded."

"If I were you, you would only think that you have done something worthwhile, and you will never regret it at all."

The old monk said: "Zhang Ruochen, do you know why the poor monk left the Brahma Way and created his own Death Zen Sect?"

Zhang Ruochen stared at him and said: "There are rumors from the outside that you practice Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm and cannot control the power in your body. You have gone crazy and fallen into evil ways."

"It's all nonsense. You can listen to the rumors, but they are not credible."

The old monk smiled and said: "Actually, the poor monk saw that the so-called enlightened monks in Buddhism were too hypocritical and disdained to associate with them. Therefore, he chose to leave and create his own sect."

Zhang Ruochen smiled sarcastically and said: "At least, they won't do anything for their own lives like you. Buddha once said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell. Can you do it?"

"But Buddha didn't go to hell, only people went to hell." The old monk said.

Zhang Ruochen frowned and stopped arguing with the Death Zen Patriarch.

Based on his experience, no matter how much he argued, it was impossible to argue with an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years.

The old monk smiled and said: "Even those saints who are famous all over the world take the initiative to kowtow to the poor monk, but the poor monk is too lazy to pay attention to them. Zhang Ruochen, do you know why the poor monk has to talk to you so much?"

"Why?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

The old monk said: "To be honest, you are really extremely talented and have strong willpower. You will definitely achieve extraordinary achievements in the future. If you can become a disciple of this poor monk, you can enjoy the death of Zen sect under one person." You have the power over thousands of people, and in the future, you will definitely be the leader of the Death Zen Sect. What do you think?"

Zhang Ruochen also had a smile on his face and said: "At first, you thought that the people of Brahma Dao were too hypocritical, so you betrayed Buddhism. But in my eyes, you are too selfish and too narrow-minded, so I I won’t worship you as my teacher. There is a saying... Different ways do not lead to mutual conflict. You should understand the meaning of this sentence more clearly than I do."

The old monk was not angry at all. Instead, he admired Zhang Ruochen even more and said with a smile: "Zhang Ruochen, you are the only person since the Middle Ages who has the opportunity to practice to the tenth transformation of fish and dragon and create the destiny of God. If so, I, the poor monk, can help you. With a helping hand, you have a great chance of success. The prerequisite is that you must first kneel three times and bow nine times and become a disciple of the poor monk."

Zhang Ruochen smiled: "You just want to complete the second thing you promised as soon as possible so that your mood becomes more magnanimous. Why do you need to use accepting disciples as an excuse?"

The old monk smiled dumbly.

Zhang Ruochen turned around, walked towards Mu Lingxi in the distance, and said without looking back: "Ancestor Death Zen, the second thing you owe me is not so easy to repay. I will rely on my own strength to practice I don’t need your help until I reach the tenth transformation of fish and dragon.”

Zhang Ruochen is not afraid of the Death Zen Patriarch's disapproval. Anyone who commits great evil must have great wisdom and courage. He will definitely not ruin his commitment and state of mind just because of a fish and dragon realm monk.

It would be harmful to his practice but not beneficial at all.

Two golden flames gushed out from Master Xinshu's eyes, and he walked towards Zhang Ruochen: "Master, if it's not convenient for you to take action, let the disciples take action to eliminate future troubles for me."

"intention."

The old monk stopped Master Xinshu, smiled, and said, "Why are you so extreme? He is not willing to become a disciple of the poor monk now, but it does not mean that he will not be willing in the future."

"As long as he returns to the Kunlun world, he will understand how cruel reality is. The court will not let him go, the black market will not let him go, and the undead vampires will not let him go. Neither good nor evil has a place for him. Wait for him When you are desperate, you will definitely come to me for help.”

"Did you bring the divine blood?"?

Master Xinshu immediately took out dozens of drops of divine blood and handed them to the Death Chan Patriarch.

The old monk rolled up his sleeves, and a powerful Buddha energy surged out, and the seals on the surface of dozens of drops of divine blood shattered and opened.

The divine blood exudes an extremely powerful aura, like dozens of blood-red stars flying in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the old monk used the death meditation method to continuously drop drops of divine blood on the surface of the black volcano, overlapping with the Buddhist inscriptions he had previously carved.

In the distance, Zhang Ruochen came to Mu Lingxi's side and hugged her soft and delicate body.

Due to the massive consumption of holy energy, Mu Lingxi looked very weak, leaning on Zhang Ruochen's arms, staring at the Death Zen Patriarch and the Mentalist Buddhist Master in the distance with a pair of bright eyes.

"Zhang Ruochen...that old monk...is he really the ancestor of Death Chan?" Mu Lingxi asked.

"Um."

Mu Lingxi asked: "What is he doing?"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were also fixed on the Death Chan Patriarch.

Until this moment, I finally understood why the semi-saints of the Death Zen Sect carry a drop of divine blood in their bodies.

It is estimated that they all brought the divine blood to Ghost God Valley and prepared to hand it over to the Death Zen Ancestor.

But, what does Death Zen Patriarch want to do with divine blood?

"Get out of here first."

Zhang Ruochen spread his dragon wings on his back, hugged Mu Lingxi, and used his movement skills to rush out of the black volcano.

Relying on his previous experience, Zhang Ruochen quickly crossed the magma ocean and reached the shore.

As soon as Zhang Ruochen's feet landed, black flames began to shake violently in the direction behind him, and the mountain continued to rise upwards.

"Boom."

At the same time, the magma ocean began to roll violently, setting off golden waves tens of meters high.

In the center of the ocean, a shocking divine power spread out and radiated in all directions. With Guishen Valley as the center, tombstones covering tens of thousands of miles in radius were all shaking and rising from the ground.

In the underworld, the undead are howling and making harsh sounds everywhere.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the shore, his body emitting colorful and chaotic brilliance, looking at the black volcano in the distance with great amazement.

As the mountain continued to rise, the black volcano finally revealed its true appearance, which turned out to be...a human-like corpse. The corpse was wearing black armor, standing on the sea like a giant standing tall on the sky.

Compared with the corpse, Zhang Ruochen standing on the shore was like an insignificant speck of dust.

Previously, only the top of the corpse was exposed on the sea.

The crater above the corpse was still spewing out golden magma and flowing downwards. It is conceivable that the Thousand Bones Empress must have killed him here by piercing his head with a sword.

"Could it be...that this is the legendary...that divine corpse..." Mu Lingxi took a deep breath.

"It should be right."

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said: "The ancestor of Death Zen came to the underworld to find the divine corpse and refine the war corpse."

The ancestor of Death Zen stood on the nose of the corpse, looked down, and said loudly: "Zhang Ruochen, if you regret it now, worship the poor monk as your teacher, and the poor monk can take you out of here and return to the Kunlun world."

The spiritual Buddhist master stood on the left shoulder of the corpse, with his hands clasped together, and his whole body emitted white Buddha light, looking extremely sacred.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the ground and just smiled lightly, but did not respond.

The ancestor of Death Zen shook his head and seemed quite disappointed. He stopped talking and mobilized the Death Zen Buddhism to control the divine corpse. The corpse of the gods took huge steps, just one step forward, crossing a long distance and stepping out of the Valley of Ghosts and Gods.

The powerful divine power between heaven and earth gradually dissipated, and the pressure on Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi disappeared instantly.

Mu Lingxi said: "Why is the ancestor of Death Chan so sure that he can return to the Kunlun world? Could it be that with his cultivation reaching such a high level, he can break the space wall above the Corpse River?"

"It's really hard to say if someone with his level of cultivation can break the extreme wall of space. However, the power of the divine corpse can definitely break the extreme wall of space." Zhang Ruochen said.

Mu Lingxi pouted lightly and said, "That's right. The ancestor of Death Chan controls the divine corpse, which is equivalent to controlling a super holy power. Who else in the world can fight with him?"

"Don't underestimate the major medieval aristocratic families and ancient clans in the Kunlun world. They have been able to maintain their long-lasting prosperity from ancient times to the present. They all have some extraordinary means to protect themselves in the catastrophe."

Zhang Ruochen added: "Besides, the Death Zen Ancestor is only initially controlling the divine corpse. It will take a lot of resources and time to refine the divine corpse into a war corpse. At least, he will not be able to succeed within a few years. ."

Mu Lingxi added: "Then, how should we leave the Ghost Valley?"

"Now that the divine corpse is no longer in the Valley of Ghosts and Gods, the space here will gradually return to stability. Moreover, the divine power that suppressed us will also quickly disappear. By then, with our cultivation base, we can easily log in Go up the cliff and leave the Ghost Valley." Zhang Ruochen said.

Next, Mu Lingxi held a piece of holy stone in his hands, absorbed the holy energy in it, and began to restore his cultivation.

However, the magma ocean began to cool down rapidly, especially at the edges, which had turned into a dark golden color and gradually formed into hard blocks and turned into rocks.

The divine corpse has been stored here for a hundred thousand years, which must have made some things around it become full of divinity.

Just this ocean of magma contains a lot of divine power. When it becomes cold and turns into a rock, you can knock off a piece and bring it back to the Kunlun Realm, and it can be sold for a high price.

This kind of rock can be used as the cornerstone of the formation, which is enough to greatly increase the power of the formation.

At the same time, it can also be used to decorate the altar, making the altar more sacred.

The ancestor of Death Chan looked down upon these things, but Zhang Ruochen did. There are so many rocks containing divine power that will definitely come in handy in the future.

Of course, if one could fish out fragments of God's armor or one or two pieces of God's bones from the magma ocean, that would be a truly priceless treasure.