Chapter 1317 Dead Race

"What a powerful creature. In such a short period of time, it actually killed a saint in the Heaven-reaching Realm."

Zhang Ruochen walked to the body of the Tongtian Realm saint from the Four Elephants Sect and stared at the bloody corpse. He saw a black evil aura of death covering it, which could not be touched at all.

"Wow——"

With a wave of his sleeves, a piece of holy energy surged out, dispelling the evil spirit of death.

Zhang Ruochen picked up a red holy sword from the corpse's hand and held it in his hand. He could feel the hot breath in the holy sword.

There seems to be a sacred mountain of flame hidden in the sword body.

"Good sword."

Being unable to use Shen Yuan's ancient sword for the time being, Zhang Ruochen was missing a holy sword.

A powerful holy sword is enough to make his fighting power stronger.

This crimson holy sword is called Huoluan Sword. It has reached the level of a thousand-patterned holy weapon and is considered a famous sword.

"Giggle."

Suddenly, the corpse with only half of its body suddenly opened its eyes, revealing two bloodshot eyeballs. The eyes were full of violence, and it flew up from the ground and pounced on Zhang Ruochen's neck.

"Stab."?

Zhang Ruochen waved his sword and dragged out a stream of flames, cutting half of the corpse in half and flying out to the left and right sides.

Female Saint Liu Li showed a look of uncertainty and said: "He is already dead, but he can still launch an attack. Could it be that the holy soul has not dissipated and is driving the physical body?"

"It's not the holy soul, it's the evil spirit of death."

In Zhang Ruochen's mind, he recalled some things he had encountered. Once exposed to the evil spirit of death, the monks would either rot and die, or they would lose their minds and become violent and bloodthirsty, with only killing in their hearts.

What kind of force is the evil spirit of death?

Really from outside the Kunlun realm?

Unless the black figure is captured alive, it will be difficult to know the answer.

Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, no longer thought about it, walked to one of the corpses, dug out the holy source, and put it into his sleeve.

"It's so scary. What kind of creature is he?"

"Is he an undead?"

At this moment, two Tongtian realm saints from the Xingxiu Sect and the Yao family escaped from the Hanging Island with frightened faces. They were both injured and rushed outside the space bubble, preparing to escape.

"That black figure is really that powerful? Facing a powerful enemy like Canglan Martial Saint, he was able to kill three Saints of the Heavenly Realm and injure two while distracted."

Zhang Ruochen felt dark in his heart, and rushed to the Hanging Island together with the six female saints.

At the same time, he told Qing Mo to stay on the ground, not to take risks on the Hanging Island, and to find a secluded place to hide and wait for an opportunity to take action.

The two Tongtian realm saints looked at the figures of Zhang Ruochen and the six female saints, and shook their heads, secretly saying: "Young people are so bold, how can they compete with the powerful strength of that black figure? Run away quickly, then It’s a smart move.”

"Boom."

The small world where the space bubble was located shook violently, and immediately, two blood clouds flew in, making the entire sky turn crimson, as if blood could drip out.

The two Heavenly Blood Generals broke out of the blood cloud and flew down.

The Blood Saint of the Four Swords has recovered from his injuries. He holds a sword in each of his four hands, and a sword energy surges out of his body. Suddenly, most of the small world is covered by the sword energy, and there are harsh sword sounds.

The Blood Saint Miefeng laughed loudly, and threw out a bucket-thick chain with both hands, like two giant steel dragons. He stopped the two human race Heaven-reaching Saints who were about to escape and said: "Since you are already here, why are you leaving? Walk?"?

The Blood Saint of Four Swords looked at the thousands of leaves hanging down from the hanging island, with a fiery brilliance in his eyes. He moved his hands together. Suddenly, the four holy swords flew out at the same time, forming four long rivers of sword energy, and slashed on the hanging island. We must use brute force to break the island and take away the Thousand-leaf Sacred Core Grass.

"Bang bang."

After being attacked by the four swords, a huge light shield appeared on the periphery of the hanging island to resist the sword energy.

"There is actually a formation to protect you." The Blood Saint of Four Swords stepped on the four swords and turned into a bloody stream of light, landing on the island forcefully.

The Hanging Island was already in chaos. Zhang Ruochen and the six female saints formed a sword formation and were cooperating with Canglan Martial Saint to deal with the black figure, causing the ancient buildings on the island to break into pieces.

The Blood Saint of the Four Swords rushed directly to the center of the Thousand-leaf Sacred Core Grass. He could take it away as long as he dug out its roots.

"A mere immortal vampire dares to seize the Thousand-leaf Sacred Core Grass in front of me and seek death." The black figure turned into a jet-black airflow, rushed out of the sword formation, stretched out a metal palm, and slashed down.

The Blood Saint of Four Swords struck forward with a backhand sword, hitting the metal palm.

However, the metal palm carried infinite power, which pressed the holy sword in the hands of the Four Swords Blood Saints and kept sinking. At the same time, there was also a biting cold death evil energy, flowing through the sword body towards the Four Swords Blood Saints.

"Are you... a dead clan..."? The Four Swords Blood Saint's expression changed dramatically, he quickly abandoned the holy sword in his hand and backed away quickly. After steadying his steps, he immediately called out four sword slaves and stood in front of him, not daring to let the evil spirit of death get close to him.

Wind chimes are ringing.

The black figure fell to the ground, put his hands behind his back, and made a hoarse voice: "Since you know the dead clan, it means that you still have some status as an undead vampire in the Kunlun world. Now obey my order and help me seize the Qianye Sacred Core Grass. From now on, you can I’ll take credit for your contribution.”

"Your cultivation alone is not enough to make me surrender. The 100,000-year-old Thousand-leaf Sacred Core Grass is also of great use to our immortal vampires. How can I give it to you?"

The Blood Saint of the Four Swords withdrew the holy sword embedded in the rock, stared at the Canglan Martial Saint, and said: "It is not a creature from the Kunlun Realm. Let's kill it together first, and then fight for the Thousand-leaf Sacred Core Grass. How about it?"

"good."

Martial Saint Canglan was not a pedantic person. He made a decision in an instant, preparing to get rid of the unstable factor of the black figure first, and then compete with the undead vampires.

She bit her finger, and a drop of bright phoenix blood flew out, landed on the holy sword, and slashed towards the black figure.

"Slay the gods from all directions."

The Blood Saint of Four Swords used one person's power to display a sword formation. The four holy swords were arranged in a circle, and then overlapped and hit the black figure's chest.

Zhang Ruochen borrowed the power of the six female saints and pointed his finger, and the Fire Luan Sword flew out, forming a fire cloud, slashing from the sky to the earth.

The black figure is indeed very strong, but after all, it is a lonely tree that cannot support itself.

"Chichi."

The holy sword carrying phoenix blood slashed at the waist of the black figure, tearing open a long wound, and blood mist flew out.

The power contained in the phoenix blood made the evil spirit of death in his body burn.

A muffled sound came from the black figure's mouth, and he said coldly: "Each of you is guilty of death. That day will come soon."

"Bang."

The body of the black figure split apart, turned into a black mist, and disappeared without a trace.

Between heaven and earth, only the sound of wind chimes gradually fades away, which is both extremely beautiful and sounds like the sound of death.

After the black figure retreated, the Four Swords Blood Saint immediately turned around and rushed towards the center of the Qianye Sacred Core Grass as quickly as possible.

Thousand-leaf sacred core grass is very huge, each blade is thousands of feet long, spraying out dazzling rays of light. The closer it is to the center, the brighter it is. From a distance, it looks like a holy lamp that can illuminate a world.

The holy energy is getting denser and denser, and seems to be turning into liquid.

"It is worthy of being a holy medicine that has grown for a hundred thousand years. It is indeed a supreme treasure. As long as I can swallow it alone, it will be enough for me to break through to the realm of the Holy King within ten years."

The Blood Saint of Four Swords suppressed the excitement in his heart, stretched out a pair of big hands, and was about to pull out the roots of the Thousand-leaf Sacred Core Grass.

Suddenly, a golden mist escaped from behind a blade of grass that was more than ten feet wide.

The Blood Saint of Four Swords just took a sip, and his expression suddenly changed, "Golden Bat Poison! Who is plotting against this Saint?"

"Stab it." The Blood Saint of Four Swords controlled a holy sword and swung it out, cutting off the grass blades.

Behind the grass blades, the skinny figure of Gu Songzi was revealed, and he smiled sinisterly, "So what if I plot against you? Qianye Sacred Core Herb belongs to me, and the entire medicine garden is my private domain. If you break in here, you should Pay the price."

Zhang Ruochen chased after him and stopped immediately when he saw the golden poisonous mist floating in the air.

As expected, this old guy was hiding near the Thousand-leaf Sacred Heart Grass, and he was using this trick of "the mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind"?

Obviously, Gu Songzi knew very well that with his own strength, it was impossible to break out of the encirclement and leave with the Qianye Sacred Core Grass.

That's why he hid here and waited until the fighting was over before taking action.

Gu Songzi took out a black elixir, held it between two fingers, and hit Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen took the pill and asked, "What is it?"

"After taking the Nine Dragons and Ten Tigers Pill, your cultivation will instantly increase tenfold. As long as you help me capture the Thousand-leaf Sacred Core Grass, I will help you heal your injuries after you get out." Gu Songzi said.

Zhang Ruochen really doesn't believe Gu Songzi, but based on his current physical condition and Gu Songzi's situation, it is estimated that the old guy is unlikely to lie to him.

After swallowing the elixir, Zhang Ruochen's heart was filled with anticipation. He was waiting for the elixir's power to explode, and then he would first take care of the two Tongtian blood generals.

However, after taking the elixir, his body did not change at all.

On the other side, the Blood Saint of Four Swords looked decisive. He mobilized half of the holy energy in his body to suppress the golden bat poison, and swung his holy sword again to slash at Gu Songzi.

This old guy is quite disgusting, he must be killed first.

The Holy Sword was only half swung, and the Blood Saint of the Four Swords felt powerless, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt in front of Gu Songzi. ?

Gu Songzi smiled and said: "Actually, after I landed on the Hanging Island, I also arranged a colorless and odorless poison. Even if a creature from the Holy Realm comes here, as long as it is contaminated by the toxin of that poison, it will be at least one weak. Time. Haha!”

How could it be that with the powerful cultivation and vitality of creatures in the holy realm, they are completely invulnerable to all poisons?

However, Gu Songzi is not an ordinary poison master. His attainments in alchemy have reached the level of a holy master.

Not only the Blood Saint of the Four Swords cursed in his heart, Zhang Ruochen, Canglan Martial Saint, and the six female saints also wanted to beat the ancient pine nuts into pig heads. It was simply too insidious and shameless.

Gu Songzi stared at Zhang Ruochen and said: "Don't worry, you have just taken the antidote and will not be affected by the poison. Kill them for me first, and after we get out, we will discuss the healing."

"..." Zhang Ruochen said.

The so-called Nine Dragons and Ten Tigers Pill turned out to be just an antidote.

Zhang Ruochen has a deeper understanding of ancient pine nuts, and is more deceived than Xiao Hei and Liquor Maniac combined. From now on, he cannot believe a word he says.

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