Chapter 1,181 Result
The mouth of the Moyou Valley is quite narrow, only about seven or eight meters wide. There are two rows of peach blossoms that extend into the valley.
Zhang Ruochen quietly lurked towards the mouth of the valley. As soon as he got close to the peach blossom, he noticed something was wrong and immediately retreated.
"Illusion formation." Zhang Ruochen was secretly shocked.
If it were not for the spiritual power to be sanctified, Zhang Ruochen would probably not be able to detect the fluctuations in the inscriptions of the phantom formation. This shows that the mental strength of the person setting up the formation far exceeds his.
The peach blossoms in front of you are not peach blossoms.
Everything in front of you is probably an illusion.
Zhang Ruochen's mental strength has reached level 50, but he still can't see through the illusion in the valley, and a chill can't help but rise from his vest.
"Ahem."
Zhang Ruochen coughed, his throat was slightly sweet, and crimson blood flowed from his mouth.
Previously, the holy energy of Lord Earth Yuan invaded Zhang Ruochen's body and ravaged the meridians and blood vessels, making it impossible for the wounds in Zhang Ruochen's body to heal.
The injury worsened.
"Forget it, wait until you recover from your injuries and then go explore the valley."
Zhang Ruochen's figure disappeared into the air and returned to Qianlong Hall.
Princess Mo Ran entered Moyou Valley, passed through peach trees and streams, and came to the outside of a vermilion attic with cornices. She bowed slightly, bowed to the attic, and said: "Master, this disciple is a step too late. The same saint has already Being killed."
In the attic, a very pleasant female voice sounded: "Elder Yuan Gui encountered a big trouble, so he asked us to help. We just try our best. If we can't save him, it's not a big deal."
After a pause, the woman's voice sounded again, asking: "Did you see who killed the same saint?"
Princess Moran hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke out and said: "The disciple found a familiar aura at the place where the same saint was killed, which is somewhat similar to the aura of Zhang Ruochen, the descendant of time and space."
"Zhang Ruochen, the descendant of time and space, how could it be him?"
In the attic, the woman's voice became a little strange.
Princess Moran said: "When I returned to the Blood God Sect, I carefully checked this person's information. This person seems to have a very deep relationship with His Highness the Son of God."
"It's getting more and more interesting."
A soft laughter came from the attic, with a deep meaning.
Returning to the Qianlong Palace, Zhang Ruochen immediately checked the injuries on his body. He was really seriously injured. All his internal organs were in tatters, and a large section of his meridians and blood vessels were broken.
In addition, there is an overbearing evil energy surging in the meridians and blood vessels. Wherever it passes, the impact of the holy energy is dispersed.
That is the holy power of King Earth Yuan, which is quite difficult to resolve.
"Fortunately, the one hundred and forty-three orifices have been sanctified, and the physical strength has been greatly increased. Otherwise, I may not be able to withstand the blow from the Earth Yuan Dharma King."
Zhang Ruochen circulated the "Nine Heavens Ming Emperor Sutra" to mobilize the holy energy in the sea of qi and the masculine energy in the mysterious embryo at the same time. According to the meridian route of the fifth level of the mysterious embryo to level the demon sky, he refined the holy power of the Earth Yuan Dharma King.
In order to heal from the injury, the holy power must be resolved first.
The cultivation level of the Earth Yuan Dharma King is very likely to have reached the Tongtian Realm, and the holy power is naturally quite powerful. Only by inviting monks whose cultivation level exceeds the Tongtian Realm can it be possible to dissolve that holy power.
Of course, the "Nine Heavenly Ming Emperor Sutra" is an extraordinary cultivation method. As long as you practice it to a certain level, you can completely refine some evil forces in the world.
Sure enough, the "Nine Heavens Ming Emperor Sutra" did not disappoint Zhang Ruochen. It only took one big cycle to dissolve the holy power of the Earth Yuan Dharma King by less than half.
Three days later, Zhang Ruochen completely refined the holy power of King Diyuan. Although the injury was not healed, his whole body became very relaxed. He no longer felt that uncomfortable feeling and the pain was relieved.
Now, with his strong physical body and strong holy energy, he is enough to support his injured body.
The Blood Moon Ghost King was the first to return to the Qianlong Palace, bringing back good news that he had killed the Earth Yuan Dharma King.
In the palm of the Blood Moon Ghost King's hand, he held a blood-red elixir, which was crystal clear and dazzling. A small figure could be faintly seen inside the elixir.
A soul pill.
The elixir was refined using the holy soul of King Earth Yuan.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Swallowing an elixir refined from the holy soul of a saint in the Heaven-reaching Realm will elevate your realm to a higher level."
The Blood Moon Ghost King looked very indifferent, with no expression on his face as he put away the soul pill.
Zhang Ruochen said again: "The Holy Source of Dharma King Earth Yuan is of little use to you, leave it to me!"
"Don't forget, your cultivation level has not surpassed that of my king. We are on equal terms now. At least for now, you are not qualified to order me. If you want the Holy Source, give me something in exchange." Blood Moon Ghost King said.
"That's fine."
Zhang Ruochen took out the wish-fulfilling vase and gently touched the mouth of the vase with his finger. Suddenly, a crimson sacred heart flew out.
The Blood Moon Ghost King's perception was quite keen, and he noticed the holy soul in the holy heart. He quickly dodged over and grabbed forward with five delicate fingers.
In the Sacred Heart, there were loud screams, and the black-clothed monk's holy soul was forcibly pulled out.
Immediately afterwards, the Blood Moon Ghost King put his hands together, and two balls of ghost fire surged out, and soon the holy soul of the black-clothed monk was refined into a holy elixir.
Blood Moon Ghost King's two jade-like onion-like fingers gently twisted the holy elixir and said: "What a powerful holy soul, on par with the holy soul of Earth Yuan Dharma King."
"The holy soul of a spiritual saint is naturally very powerful. As long as he is given a physical body, he can completely devour the soul of the owner of the physical body, and then take the body and be reborn." Zhang Ruochen said.
With Zhang Ruochen's current mental strength, even if his physical body is destroyed, as long as his holy soul and holy heart are still there, he can live another life.
Of course, in that case, his martial arts path would be ruined, and he could only be a spiritual saint from now on.
The Blood Moon Ghost King took out a holy source and threw it to Zhang Ruochen. Then, she entered the scroll world and prepared to refine two soul pills to further her cultivation.
Not long after, Elder Yuan Zhou, Shangguan Xianyan, Huang Yanchen, Jishui, and Zhao Shiqi returned to Qianlong Hall one after another.
Zhao Shiqi reported to Zhang Ruochen, "In the battle last night, we killed another twenty-one Half-Saints on the list. So far, we have wiped out more than half of the undead vampire clan. Moreover, Huang Xianzi took action and killed one more. A giant in the holy realm of the immortal vampire clan."
"Well done, this is a treasure given to you."
Zhang Ruochen waved his finger lightly, and the Sacred Heart flew towards Zhao Shiqi.
Zhao Shiqi held the Sacred Heart with both hands, trembling with excitement, and quickly knelt on the ground, thanked Zhang Ruochen, and said: "Thank you to His Highness the Son of God for the reward. I will definitely die because of His Highness the Son of God."
Zhao Shiqi's mental strength has reached the peak of level 49, and he is only one step away from becoming a saint. As long as he refines the Sacred Heart, Zhao Shiqi has absolute confidence to become a spiritual saint.
There is a huge gap between a saint and a semi-saint in terms of status and strength.
How could Zhao Shiqi not be excited?
Elder Yuan Zhou seemed very preoccupied and was always in a state of thinking. When he noticed the Sacred Heart in Zhao Shiqi's hand, another sharp light appeared in his eyes.
"The same saint, that is the sacred heart of the same saint." Elder Yuan Zhou said.
Zhang Ruochen was quite unfamiliar with the higher-ups of the Blood God Religion and had never heard of the name Saint Tong. He asked, "Who is Saint Tong?"
"He is a spiritual saint in Elder Yuan Gui's sect. According to his seniority, he should be regarded as Elder Yuan Gui's grandson." Elder Yuan Zhou said.
In addition to being a holy elder of the Blood God Religion, Elder Yuan Gui also created a sect of saints of his own, and was one of the forces attached to the Blood God Religion.
Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "The person you met should be Elder Yuan Gui, right?"
"Why!"
Elder Yuan Zhou sighed, feeling very complicated.
Elder Yuan Zhou and Elder Yuan Gui are brothers with hundreds of years of friendship, but now they have to become life-and-death enemies. For him, it is indeed a hurdle that is difficult to overcome.
Zhang Ruochen asked: "What was the result?"
Elder Yuan Zhou sighed again and said: "I beat him seriously and was unable to kill him."
"Did you fail to kill him, or did you fail to kill him?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
"What's the point of asking this question now?" Elder Yuan Zhou didn't want to talk about it, and said: "Don't worry! I will definitely capture him with my own hands and bring him back to the Blood God Sect."
This matter is of great importance. You must know that letting a person of Elder Yuan Gui's level escape will have serious consequences, and it is very likely to bring a devastating blow to Zhang Ruochen and the Blood God Sect.
Zhang Ruochen stared at Elder Yuan Zhou for a moment, but in the end he did not ask further questions and said: "Qing Mo was chased by a holy elder from the Elder Pavilion and has not come back yet. Does your token work?"
"I will go there personally and I will definitely bring her back."
Because he couldn't bear it, he let go of a powerful enemy. Elder Yuan Zhou obviously felt that he had failed everyone and wanted to try his best to make up for his mistake.
"Wait a minute."
Zhang Ruochen thought of another thing in his mind and asked, "Does Elder Yuan Zhou know that there is a Moyou Valley in the ancient snow mountain?"
"Moyou Valley!"
Elder Yuan Zhou widened his old eyes and asked, "How do you know this place? It's a forbidden area there. You'd better put away your curiosity and never break in."
"What exactly is this place?"
Zhang Ruochen was even more curious, why was even someone like Elder Yuan Zhou so taboo on Mo Yougu?
"That's where the leader's wife lives. Anyone who breaks in will be doomed." Elder Yuan Zhou said.
"Madam of the leader?" Zhang Ruochen was a little surprised.
The leader’s wife is naturally the previous saint of the Blood God Religion.
Being able to become a saint means that the wife of the leader must be an extremely talented person, and she is in the same era as the leader of the Blood God Sect and the four great Dharma Kings.
Even the cultivation levels of the four great Dharma Kings have reached the level of Heaven-reaching Realm. The cultivation level of the leader's wife may be even more terrifying.
Elder Yuan Zhou added another sentence, saying: "Back then, the physique and talent of the leader's wife were still above the leader. She originally had a chance to become the leader, but what is puzzling is that she took the initiative to give up the position of leader. Instead, he lived in seclusion in Moyou Valley and never stepped out of Moyou Valley again."
"Just because she lives in seclusion in Moyou Valley doesn't mean that she hasn't interfered in the affairs of the Blood God Sect." Zhang Ruochen said thoughtfully.
That leader’s wife may not be a truly powerful person.