God Emperor

Latest website: Four months later, Zhang Ruochen refined three drops of the Dragon Emperor's blood, drank a large amount of Silver Moon Dragon Elephant's blood, and finally succeeded in practicing the ninth palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm.

His physical physique further became more powerful.

It can be said that even in ancient times, the body of the dragon's cub may not be comparable to that of Zhang Ruochen today.

"Ouch!"

Zhang Ruochen stood on the ground, running his skills. The holy energy in his body transformed into golden horned dragons, spurting out from his pores and flying around his body.

Pressing the palm of his hand towards the ground, thousands of dragon shadows impacted downward at the same time, pressing the earth to collapse, forming a huge palm print.

Immediately, he withdrew his holy energy, and all the dragon shadows disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"With my current physique, I should have reached the limit of the Fish-Dragon Realm. It is difficult to improve further. I can start refining the tenth drop of divine blood."

Other monks can only complete the transformation from fish to dragon by breaking through to the semi-saint realm. Although Zhang Ruochen is still in the fish-dragon realm, he has completed his transformation and transformed into a dragon among men, with an extraordinary magnanimity in his movements.

Zhang Ruochen walked out of the picture scroll world and appeared in the abandoned ancient city again.

Although four months have passed in the picture scroll world, only more than ten days have passed in the outside world.

In the center of the ancient city, the altar that had been abandoned for hundreds of years had been repaired by Xiao Hei, and the complete sacrificial pattern was re-carved, so that the sacrificial ceremony could be carried out at any time.

Tunxiangtu and Demonic Ape captured a large number of wild beasts from the surroundings of the ancient city, thousands of them, all tied with iron chains and piled on top of the altar.

"Zhang Ruochen, have you successfully practiced the ninth palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm?" Li Min saw Zhang Ruochen coming out of seclusion and immediately greeted him.

Li Min didn't know where Zhang Ruochen went to practice, but since he was a descendant of time and space, he must have some extraordinary means.

Zhang Ruochen put his hands behind his back and stared at her. He could clearly feel that her mental strength had reached level 31.

The medicinal effect of Red Crown Meat Mushroom is still very obvious. In just a few days, her mental power can be improved by one level. When she fully absorbs the medicinal properties of the red crown meat mushroom, she may be able to break through to the thirty-second level.

"Yeah." Zhang Ruochen said.

Li Min stood in front of Zhang Ruochen, shorter than a head, with a pair of beautiful eyes, showing a gleaming light, and said: "So, you should be able to transform into a dragon body, right? It is recorded in the book that there was a Buddhist Taoist The monk used the ninth palm of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm, and his body turned into a hundred-foot-long fire dragon. He struck out with both claws at the same time, tearing apart the land with a radius of thousands of miles and turning it into a canyon. Is it really that strong?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "The strength of the palm technique not only depends on the palm technique itself, but also depends on the level of cultivation of the monk who performs the palm technique. A semi-saint and a saint also performed the third skill of Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm. The power of the nine palms must be very different." Li Min tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said to himself: "The book did not mention the cultivation level of the Buddhist and Taoist monk. How high is it? Zhang Ruochen, can you demonstrate the ninth palm? Can humans really transform into dragons?"

"cannot."

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to continue to struggle with her and walked to the top of the altar.

Li Min immediately chased after Zhang Ruochen and said, "Tomorrow night is the night of the full moon. If we start the sacrifice then, it will be easier to open the door to the divine world and borrow the power of the gods."

Zhang Ruochen stopped and said, "Tomorrow night is a full moon night?"

"Yes, so you should wait a little longer. Even if you want to refine the divine blood, there is no need to rush. Right?" Li Min said.

Zhang Ruochen raised his head, glanced at the sky, and used his mental power to make some calculations.

Any monk who has read a lot of books will know that not all times are suitable for sacrifices. Among them, the winter solstice and full moon night are the best times.

As Li Min said, tomorrow night is more suitable for worship.

"Forget it, let's wait a little longer." Zhang Ruochen said.

Li Min's pretty face showed a hint of joy, "Zhang Ruochen, you gave me red crown meat mushroom, I won't take advantage of you, I will give you something."

Then, she took out a roll of bamboo slips from her sleeve and handed it to Zhang Ruochen.

"What?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't reach out to pick it up, but just asked lightly.

"Sacrifice, of course, requires a sacrificial inscription. This sacrificial inscription cost me countless efforts to carve out, and it is also the first sacrificial inscription that I have written."

Li Min looked extremely excited. He raised his head and stared at Zhang Ruochen with an expectant look.

"Really? No need."

After saying this, Zhang Ruochen walked off the altar, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing.

Any Confucian and Taoist disciple naturally hopes that the sacrificial texts he writes can be used in sacrificial rituals to communicate with the gods and to accumulate luck for himself.

However, most of the sacrificial texts in the sacrificial ceremonies were written and recited by highly respected sages, and young students had no chance to participate.

Finally encountering an opportunity, Li Min naturally wrote a memorial message immediately. In the past few days, she was very excited every time she thought about reciting the sacrificial inscription she had written during the sacrificial ceremony.

Who could have expected that Zhang Ruochen would have such an attitude?

Li Min was very unwilling and walked to Zhang Ruochen's side, continuing to chatter: "How can a sacrifice be without a sacrificial inscription? Without a sacrificial inscription, how can the gods know your request? Zhang Ruochen, you don't even have the sincerity to read out the sacrificial inscription, how can the gods possibly Send down divine power to help you refine divine blood?"

Throughout the whole day and night, Li Min talked to Zhang Ruochen five times in total. He was quite serious and spoke plausibly, almost to the point of grinding Zhang Ruochen's ears.

In the end, Zhang Ruochen couldn't stand her anymore, so he agreed.

The sky is getting dark, and the moon mark in the sky can already be seen.

The temperature of the entire world began to drop rapidly, and a howling cold wind blew into this dilapidated and ancient city, making a sound like a ghost crying.

Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged on the top of the altar, with his hands flat on his knees, and began to adjust his state, preparing to refine the tenth drop of divine blood and impact the legendary tenth transformation of fish and dragon.

This is a rather important moment for him and must be treated with caution.

Li Min stood under the altar, holding the bamboo slips, and began to read the sacrificial text: "It is the law of the past and the present, and it is the law of all ages. People's hearts are also different, but we look up to the Holy Spirit."

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An entire hour passed before she finished reciting the memorial text. She was obviously quite satisfied, and her throat felt dry and sore after squeezing it. Finally, she tried to summon her breath and said, "The sacrifice begins."

"Bang bang."

On the altar, the bodies of all the savage beasts completely exploded, and crimson blood gushed out, turning into bloody streams and gathering into the grooves in the altar.

Immediately afterwards, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the ancient city suddenly shook and poured out in all directions.

A blood-red beam of light rose into the sky from the center of the altar, penetrated the clouds, and reached the outside of the universe.

The entire sky turned completely blood red. Only a huge bright moon was still hanging among the blood clouds, shedding its bright brilliance.

There was a mysterious force in the sky, which descended and entered Zhang Ruochen's body, connecting with the marks of the gods in the air sea.

"Wow——"

The marks of the gods flew out of the body one after another, floating above the altar, emitting streaks of sacred light.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen took out a drop of divine blood, held it between his hands, and began to refine and absorb it with the help of divine power.

"Zhang Ruochen is only in the Fish-Dragon realm. He is so powerful and can defeat a half-saint. Could it be that he is really trying to achieve the legendary Tenth Transformation of the Fish-Dragon?" Li Min tightly held a pair of small jade-white hands and held his breath without blinking. Staring at the top of the altar.

It is conceivable that if Zhang Ruochen breaks through to the tenth fish-dragon transformation, it will definitely cause a greater shock than when he reaches the supreme realm of Tianji realm.

Six hundred miles away from this abandoned ancient city, a group of sergeants riding wild elephants discovered the blood-red clouds on the horizon. They could faintly feel the spiritual energy between heaven and earth vibrating slightly.

They were an elephant army sent by the King of Vientiane to look for Zhang Ruochen, and they happened to find this area.

"That direction should be the former Yangui City. Hasn't it been reduced to ruins long ago? How could such an astonishing phenomenon happen?"

"It feels like someone is offering sacrifices. It's really strange. Why would someone choose to offer sacrifices there?"

"If something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Report it to the prince first."

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After the team of sergeants reported the news, King Wanxiang noticed something unusual and rushed over immediately.

The King of Vientiane stood in the center of the field, holding the Octagonal Holy Eye in his hand. Zhang Ruochen's figure appeared on one side of the Holy Eye. Moreover, at this moment, Zhang Ruochen was sitting cross-legged in the center of the altar, refining the divine blood.

"Haha! In Qingli County now, people from all sides are looking for him. He actually dares to sacrifice to the gods and refine the divine blood with great fanfare. He is really looking for death." King Wanxiang knew that Zhang Ruochen was very powerful, and his Under the seat, there are also several powerful beasts and pets. Although he also wanted to monopolize the victory, he knew very well that it would be difficult to capture Zhang Ruochen with his own strength.

Therefore, the Wanxiang King immediately fired several messenger light talismans to pass on the news that Zhang Ruochen appeared again.

In order to avoid disturbing the situation, King Wanxiang did not take action rashly. Instead, he stayed where he was and quietly observed Zhang Ruochen.

Gradually, he discovered something was wrong.

The aura emitted by Zhang Ruochen was rapidly becoming stronger, and some of the marks of the gods that were originally suspended in the air actually flew into Zhang Ruochen's body.

Above the sky, the blood cloud spread outward, becoming wider and wider, as if it had turned into a sea of ​​blood.

"Your Majesty, why did I hear a faint divine voice coming from outside the sky?"

In an instant, the soldiers around King Wanxiang were affected by a strange force. They knelt down in large numbers and knelt down in the direction of the ancient city.

"How could this be? Even if Zhang Ruochen attacks the semi-saint realm, it is impossible to cause such a phenomenon. Could it be..."

King Wanxiang's burly body suddenly shook, and he guessed a possibility.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the Wanxiang King burst into hot light. He no longer waited for other masters to arrive, and rode a Silver Moon Dragon Elephant to rush towards the ancient city.

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(Finally, I updated before 12 o'clock. It's not easy! There will be another chapter later. I will try to do it before 12 o'clock, so as not to say that I deliberately missed the update and pushed today's chapter to tomorrow. Wait until I adjust, and then update it before 12 o'clock. The update time has stabilized.) (To be continued.)