Chapter 1296 Confrontation

On the ground, blood-red lines appeared, much like thousands of blood streams, covering a hundred miles of land, turning the sky into blood-red. The Motian Tribe, Qitian Tribe, and Fengtian Tribe All the blood saints of the tribe emerged from the blood stream. The three major tribes together had nearly twenty blood saints.

Among them, the leaders of the three major tribes are all top-notch strong men, and their strength is comparable to that of Zhu Qingyi.

Facing such a powerful lineup, Canglan Martial Saint's expression also changed slightly. He did not choose to confront them head-on. Instead, he immediately retreated and rushed into Xianji Mountain with the White Feather Twelve Saints.

"I have long wanted to take a Nine Heavens Profound Girl as my concubine, and Canglan Martial Saint is a good choice, haha."

The leader of the Motian tribe, named Miefeng Blood Saint, was three feet tall and as thick as a millstone. He laughed loudly, grabbed a shining silver sword, chased after him, and slashed forward with one sword. Canglan Martial Saint and Bai Yu Twelve Saints stopped them from leaving.

The sword energy was like a river, thousands of meters long, sweeping downward. Every aftermath of the sword energy will leave a large pit ten feet in diameter on the ground.

Martial Saint Canglan snorted coldly and twisted his charming body back. Immediately, the holy sword on his back flew out of its sheath and turned into a white rainbow, which collided with the battle sword struck by Miefeng Blood Saint.

"Boom."

The white mist shook violently, and countless sword energies surged, making swishing sounds.

In the end, Miefeng Blood Saint failed to block Canglan Martial Saint's sword technique. The sword energy fell on him like raindrops and collided with the armor.

"As expected of the Nine Heavens Profound Girl, she is indeed very powerful."

Miefeng Blood Saint flew backwards, with dents in the armor on his body, and the blood in his body was boiling. If his defense hadn't been strong enough, he might have been injured just now.

You must know that Miefeng Blood Saint is a "blood general who can reach the sky".

In the Immortal Vampire Clan, only the most powerful ones among the Saints of the Heaven-Bearing Realm are eligible to receive the title of "Tongtian Blood Generals", and are known as the most powerful creatures under the True Saints.

There are only three or five Tongtian Blood Generals in each tribe, and each of them is a famous figure. Using their trump cards, they can even compete with the True Saint.

"She was able to defeat the Blood Saint Miefeng with just one sword. Her strength should not be underestimated."

Zhu Qingyi's eyes became colder and turned into black evil mist, chasing into Xianji Mountain. There is a monstrous murderous aura in her body, and it is impossible to let Canglan Martial Saint and Bai Yu Twelve Saints leave.

At the same time, the other three leaders and the blood saints of the four major tribes turned into dozens of streams of light, sounded a series of sonic booms, and chased after them from different directions.

A moment later, a deafening sound of battle erupted in Xianji Mountain, causing all the birds and beasts to flee in shock. Some escaped from the mountain, and some fled into the depths of Xianji Mountain.

Zhang Ruochen, Huang Yanchen, and Qing Mo walked out of the white mist and looked at the direction where the sound of battle came from.

Their eyes were all somewhat condensed. Both the imperial court and the Undead Vampire Clan have a large number of holy realm powerhouses appearing in Xianji Mountain, which is definitely not a good thing.

"They have the same purpose as us, they are also looking for ancient pine nuts." Huang Yanchen's beautiful eyes revealed a worried look.

The alchemy master that the drunk maniac was talking about was named Gu Songzi.

Qing Mo said: "Why did I hear them say that Gu Songzi obtained the recipe for the Holy Transformation Pill? The Holy Transformation Pill is a legendary holy pill, just like the source of the Holy Spirit. As long as a half-saint takes the Holy Transformation Pill, he will have many benefits." Great chance to become a saint."

Zhang Ruochen naturally understands the value of the Holy Transformation Pill. It is said that in the Middle Ages, there was an Alchemy Sect that was able to refine this kind of elixir, creating a glorious era. Just one sect gave birth to thousands of elixirs. A saint.

However, what goes up must come down.

Because the value of the Holy Transformation Pill was so great, countless people were jealous, and the Alchemy Sect encountered a misfortune and was destroyed by a mysterious force.

With the destruction of that alchemy sect, the recipe for the Holy Transformation Pill also disappeared.

Zhang Ruochen said: "I don't know where they got the news from, but if the recipe for the Holy Transformation Pill comes out again, all forces will definitely take notice. I must find Senior Gu Songzi before they do."

Qing Mo was a little worried and said: "But a large number of Saint Realm experts from the Immortal Vampire Clan have entered Xianji Mountain. If we encounter them, wouldn't we be doomed?"

"The undead vampires want to kill me, so why don't I want to kill them? Counting the time, the blood-suppressing talisman that Shi Jia helped me refine should have been completely refined."

A murderous intention emerged in Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

Before entering the Yin-Yang Sea, Zhang Ruochen sent 10 million drops of divine blood to the Shi family and asked them to help refine the blood-suppressing talisman.

If all these blood-suppressing talismans were refined, Zhang Ruochen would be able to fight against the undead vampires, and he would be able to block the gods and kill the gods, and the Buddhas to block the Buddhas. Even a strong person like Zhu Qingyi can suppress her.

"Yanchen, go to the Pluto Sword Tomb and get me those blood-suppressing talismans." Zhang Ruochen said.

Huang Yanchen was also aware of the current situation. He thought for a moment and said, "I will go to the Pluto Sword Tomb alone, and Qing Mo will stay to protect you. With your current physical condition, if you are in danger, don't hold on."

"Don't worry, I'm not an irrational person." Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly.

Huang Yanchen turned around and was about to leave.

"Smoke."

Zhang Ruochen stopped her, then walked over, stretched out a palm to touch her snow-white cheek, kissed her gently, and touched her lips.

A blush appeared on Huang Yanchen's face, he was a little nervous, his breathing stopped, and his long eyelashes trembled. The eyes of the two people were staring at each other with deep affection.

After a moment, the lips parted.

"You should also be careful. The Kunlun world is already full of wars, and no place is safe." Zhang Ruochen warned.

After Huang Yanchen left, Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo also entered Xianji Mountain.

Xianji Mountain is not just a mountain, but a series of undulating mountains, occupying a rather vast territory. Even creatures in the holy realm find it difficult to reach the depths of Xianji Mountain.

The sounds of fighting in the mountains were scattered in several directions. Obviously, the battle between the Blood Saints of the four major tribes of the Immortal Vampire Clan and the Twelve White Feather Saints led by Canglan Martial Saint has been divided into several battlefields.

Perhaps, one side is spreading out to break out.

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to get involved in their battle. He was dressed in white and looked like a weak scholar, just walking slowly and unhurriedly.

Qing Mo followed Zhang Ruochen, without any aura of a strong man in the holy realm, no different from a little maid.

Hearing the sound of fighting, Qing Mo seemed quite anxious, his eyes kept turning, his lips moved again and again, and finally he couldn't help but said: "Young Master, Canglan Martial Saint and Bai Yu Twelve Saints are definitely no match for the Immortal Vampire Clan. Why don’t we help them?”

"I don't have any friendship with them, why should I take such a big risk to help them?" Zhang Ruochen just asked back without looking back.

Although Canglan Martial Saint and Bai Yu Twelve Saints were both close guards around Chi Yao, Zhang Ruochen did not transfer his hatred for Chi Yao to them.

Just like he has no hatred for the talented woman with holy books, one of the Nine Heavenly Mysteries, but instead regards her as a confidante.

He doesn't want to take action just because he is seriously injured now. It can be said that the Clay Bodhisattva cannot save himself when crossing the river, let alone meddle in other people's business and cause unnecessary trouble.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Now, the most important thing is to find the ancient pine nuts as soon as possible and restore the three veins."

Qing Mo wanted to persuade Zhang Ruochen and continued: "However, if a female saint from the human race falls into the hands of the undead blood clan, she will definitely be humiliated. Especially Canglan Martial Saint, one of the Nine Heavenly Mysteries, if she is also captured, It will definitely affect the morale of the entire human army. If Zhilinguan is breached and the undead vampires capture Hongchuan Mansion, how many humans will die, and how many humans will become captives of the undead vampires?"

"Sir, you have always been a person who cares about the people of the world. You are not as cold as you appear. Do you have the heart to watch the undead vampires bullying humans?"

Zhang Ruochen stopped, turned around, and stared into Qing Mo's eyes.

Qing Mo quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhang Ruochen.

"Who taught you this? Smoke?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't quite believe that the wisdom of a little girl like Qing Mo could make such a statement. Not only was her analysis succinct, but she also gave him a high hat of "caring about the world."

Qing Mo remained silent.

"Boom."

Ahead, powerful Holy Dao Qi swept across the entire mountain. A black sickle flew over the heads of Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo, and immediately, a woman's scream was heard.

Drops of holy blood fell from the sky.

With a bang, a female saint wearing white armor fell into the forest not far from Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo. The forest was collapsing downwards, turning into a wasteland.

The female saint was seriously injured. She was covering her lower abdomen with both hands. There was a long bloody mouth there. She was injured by some sharp weapon.

Black evil energy kept pouring out from the wound and enveloped her delicate body. Her face turned pale and her expression was very painful.

"Wow——"

Another female saint wearing white armor, fanning a pair of wings and holding a holy sword, flew down from the air. She quickly helped the female saint up and said: "Yuan Su, I will take you away."

"Still want to leave?"

A cold laugh sounded.

Immediately, a flesh-faced Blood Saint, holding a sickle stained with holy blood and fanning a pair of blood wings, rushed out of the white mist and blocked the path of the two female saints.

Another bald-headed Blood Saint also rushed out, his eyes full of possessiveness, and smiled a little bit: "It is said that you are known as the female saints of the Seventy-Two Palaces. You live in Ziwei Palace and are the female officials closest to the Queen. , you are always aloof, even the princes and domain kings in the court will be polite when they see you. If you catch one and train it into a female slave, I wonder what those human monks who regard you as fairies will think. ?"

Immediately afterwards, three more Blood Saints rushed over.

A total of five blood saints surrounded the two female saints, and they all burst into laughter, seeming to have pronounced their fate.