Chapter 1180 Moyou Valley
That night, the entire Blood God Sect could not be calm, and it was said to be earth-shaking. From time to time, the terrifying aura of the saint surged out and spread throughout the world, scaring all the young disciples in the sect to kneel on the ground.
"Oh my God, there are two more saints chasing and fighting. What terrible changes happened tonight? Has the great turmoil already arrived?"
A young prodigy in the Tianji Realm looked up at the sky and saw a white cloud and a lightning as thick as a bucket, flying across the sky one after another, causing the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth to crackle and explode, all the way to the horizon.
Quite an astonishing scene.
The monks on the ground could see the two saints standing in the clouds and lightning respectively, and a shocking battle broke out. It was the creatures in the holy realm fighting, and the aftermath spread to the ground, forming a fierce hurricane.
"Before, the moon chased the sun, and now the lightning chases the clouds. Which saints are fighting?"
"Tomorrow morning, there will definitely be news of something earth-shattering, enough to shake Kyushu."
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All the disciples of the Blood God Sect were frightened and frightened, not just the "moon chasing the sun" and "lightning chasing the clouds" that happened in the Elder Pavilion. Before that, there were saints chasing and fighting in several other places.
Everyone had an illusion, and the entire Blood God Sect was turned upside down.
There are also some figures in the Holy Realm who are still in a state of confusion. They have no idea what happened. They thought that there was an invasion from foreign enemies, so they activated the protective formations and rushed to several battlefields.
Some forces and cities not far from the Blood God Sect also got the news and closed their mountain gates and opened defensive formations for fear of being affected.
Zhang Ruochen controlled his mental power and transformed into a bolt of lightning, chasing and fighting with the monk in black.
In fact, with Zhang Ruochen's strength, it is not too difficult to deal with a fifty-level spiritual saint.
However, he had been seriously injured by the Earth Yuan Dharma King, and his combat power was greatly reduced. He could only use his mental power. In a short period of time, he was not able to capture the black monk.
"Wow."
As Zhang Ruochen moved, thunder and lightning appeared in the sky for hundreds of miles around him. Standing above the clouds, he could see a large thunder and lightning beam.
The black-clothed monk is also very powerful. The emerald staff in his hand is a sacred spiritual weapon that can enhance the power of spells.
Realizing that Zhang Ruochen was catching up again, the black-clothed monk spun around, turned around, held the jade staff, pointed at the thunder and lightning that was coming towards him, and said in his mouth: "Thousand Miles of Ice City."
In an instant, the monk in black seemed to be the center of the world, and snowflakes fell from the sky. Then, above his head, amidst the flying snow, a huge ice and snow silver city appeared, and a majestic and intimidating momentum rushed towards him.
This is a very powerful mental spell, with more powerful attack power than some martial arts holy spells.
"Boom."
Thousands of miles of ice city and the thunder and lightning manifested by Zhang Ruochen collided with each other, canceling each other out and colliding with each other, forming chaotic energy.
The city continued to shatter, turning into ice crystals the size of small hills, falling towards the ground.
Although the ice city was broken, Zhang Ruochen also suffered some shocks, and the injuries inside his body became more serious.
Taking this opportunity, the black-clothed monk fled a hundred miles away and sent out a stream of spiritual power, saying: "The descendant of time and space is nothing more than that, and you are not worthy of your name. It seems that the outside world has exaggerated your reputation. Wait until the strength of this holy general's spiritual power When I reach level 51, I will definitely come back and kill you."
Obviously, the monk in black thought that he had escaped a hundred miles away and reached a fairly safe position, so he was no longer afraid of Zhang Ruochen and deliberately said what he just said, hoping to provoke Zhang Ruochen to continue chasing him.
The monk in black has already sent a message to Elder Yuan Gui. As long as he holds Zhang Ruochen for a while longer, when Elder Yuan Gui arrives, Zhang Ruochen will be like a turtle in an urn and can only be slaughtered by them.
"Zhang Ruochen, with your strength, you dare to claim to defeat the ancient relics and sweep across the nine realms. It is a complete joke."
The monk in black was flying rapidly while provoking Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen is not an impatient person. He has a calm mind and can naturally see through the true purpose of the monk in black.
In fact, with his current injury, he could have turned around and left without pursuing him, but he did not do so.
Letting an immortal blood saint escape is undoubtedly letting the tiger return to the mountain. Not only will Zhang Ruochen's disguise as Gu Linfeng be exposed, but also, once the immortal blood clan knows that Zhang Ruochen has appeared in the Blood God Sect, I am afraid that they will immediately send a large number of strong men to attack the Blood God. Sect, when the time comes, the Blood God Sect may be destroyed.
No information should be leaked.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes shrank, and regardless of whether the injury would worsen, he performed a great spatial movement, and in an instant, he penetrated the void, spanned a distance of more than a hundred miles, and appeared in front of the black-clothed monk.
After his spiritual power was sanctified, Zhang Ruochen's control over space strengthened and he performed the Great Space Teleport. Even though he traveled more than a hundred miles, he did not seem to have reached the limit.
Of course, Zhang Ruochen's internal organs felt severe pain due to the forceful movement of space. Several blood vessels in his body were broken, and he could only rely on his mental strength to support him.
The monk in black was startled. He didn't expect Zhang Ruochen to appear in front of him. At this moment, it was too late to withdraw his body skills.
"Ten mountains covered with ice and snow."
The monk in black mobilized all his spiritual power and injected it completely into the emerald staff.
"Boom."
Between him and Zhang Ruochen, a thousand-foot-high snow-capped mountain appeared out of thin air and flew in the air, forming a powerful force that pressed towards Zhang Ruochen.
Then, the second snow mountain, the third snow mountain...
Ten snow-capped mountains appeared one after another, one on top of another.
"Die to me."
The black-clothed monk's eyes were cold, and his whole body was covered with white frost. He held the emerald staff in both hands at the same time, and everything from his shoulders to his fingers was frozen into crystal clear ice.
"With this move, there are probably very few people among the lower realm saints who can compete with him in the Ten Layers of Ice and Snow Mountain."
Zhang Ruochen knew that using his mental power to fight him would be a big loss, so he took out the ancient Shen Yuan sword, gritted his teeth, and prepared to use the power of martial arts to fight quickly, and then find a place to recuperate.
Zhang Ruochen activated all three thousand inscriptions in Shen Yuan's ancient sword, slowly raised the sword, and a mighty thousand-inscription destructive power surged out.
"Break it for me."
While vomiting blood in his mouth, Zhang Ruochen slashed away Shen Yuan's ancient sword.
All ten layers of snow-capped mountains collapsed.
The monk in black screamed in agony, and dozens of sword energy penetrated through his body. His body turned into a sieve, and his whole body was covered with bloody holes the size of a fist.
The monk in black fell from the clouds and fell to the ground thousands of meters below, turning into a puddle of mud.
The physical body of the spiritual saint is too weak, and his vitality cannot be compared with that of the martial saint. The black-clothed monk has died, leaving only a blood-red sacred heart flying up from the blood mud, trying to escape.
Zhang Ruochen reached across the void, grabbed forward, and took the blood-red Sacred Heart into the palm of his hand.
Wisps of cold air appeared on the surface of the Sacred Heart, trying to condense a holy clone. Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen had been prepared and smacked it down with a palm, causing the holy clone to shatter and open.
The holy soul of the black-clothed monk was quite powerful, hiding in the holy heart. He said viciously: "Zhang Ruochen, the strong men of our clan are coming, and you will definitely die."
Zhang Ruochen was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he took out the Ruyi Treasure Vase and put the Sacred Heart into it.
The sacred heart and soul of a spiritual saint are priceless treasures. Zhang Ruochen is naturally reluctant to destroy them and plans to take them back and reward them to the masters of Mingzong.
"Hey! Sure enough, a master is coming..."
Zhang Ruochen released his spiritual power and enveloped his whole body. Gradually, his body became lighter and lighter, and finally disappeared completely.
After a while, a cloud of white mist surged up in the forest not far away.
Immediately afterwards, a beautiful woman in extremely gorgeous clothes walked out of the white mist. She had bare jade feet, straight and white legs, a standard oval face, and eyes full of aura.
Such a woman is so shocking that it would make an enlightened holy monk break the precepts for her, and even a butcher would probably lay down his butcher knife for her.
"is her."
Zhang Ruochen was hiding in the dark, staring at the woman with a strange expression.
This woman was none other than Princess Mo Ran of the Qinglong Dynasty, and she unexpectedly appeared in the territory of the Blood God Sect.
Thinking about it carefully, Zhang Ruochen felt relieved, because Princess Mo Ran once said that she had been practicing in the Blood God Sect for decades and could be considered a member of the Blood God Sect.
The Qinglong Ruins world has been destroyed, so it is normal for Princess Mo Ran to return to the Blood God Sect.
I just don’t know who she worships as her teacher?
Princess Moran's exquisite and clear jade feet stepped on wisps of breeze and came to the body of the black-clothed monk. Her dark eyebrows slightly wrinkled and she said to herself: "After all, it's a step too late. Who is it?" kill him?"
Princess Moran searched around again, but did not find the murderer or the traces left by the murderer. So, she used her physical skills to turn into a wisp of white smoke and fly to the sky.
"Is she the helper invited by the black monk to deal with me?"
Zhang Ruochen chased after him with a confused expression.
You must know that the remaining forces of the Qinglong Dynasty will most likely follow Princess Mo Ran to the Blood God Sect. It was a huge force that might even affect the situation of the battle. Zhang Ruochen had to go find out about it.
Zhang Ruochen followed Princess Mo Ran into the ancient snow mountain and came to a very secret valley.
There was no snow in the valley. Instead, it was full of greenery and flowers. It was completely different from the outside world, much like a paradise.
Princess Moran's figure swayed, flying down from the mid-air, drawing a beautiful arc, and disappeared into a dark red peach forest in the valley, with petals flying in succession.
At the mouth of the valley, there are three words engraved on a stone tablet covered with ice and snow - Moyou Valley.