Chapter 2143 Recalling Han Qiu (1/2)

Outside the holy mountain, there is a wide river surrounding it, which is rushing endlessly. The rich holy energy of heaven and earth rises, forming a snow-white mist, which looks like a vast expanse of white, like a dream.

In the Holy Courtyard, this river is called the Holy River, as famous as the Holy Mountain. It is very mysterious. Since the recovery of the Kunlun Realm, holy medicines with extremely long ages have been born almost every day, and even a 100,000-year-old holy medicine has been born. .

An elegant scholar in green clothes stood by the river. His whole body was in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the river.

Zhang Ruochen appeared out of thin air behind the scholar in blue, cupped his hands and said, "I have met Master Luo."

Zhang Ruochen has always been very grateful and respectful to Luo Xu. Even though he is now more powerful than Luo Xu, he has not changed.

Seeing with his own eyes that Luo Xu was safe and sound, Zhang Ruochen finally felt relieved.

He could sense that there was a mysterious aura surrounding Luo Xu that even he couldn't see through.

Although it is not known where Luoxu went after being seriously injured by Prince Moro, Zhang Ruochen guessed that he probably got an extraordinary opportunity and became more and more unpredictable.

Luo Xu turned around, looked at Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Thank you."

"Senior Chu is kind to me, how can I sit back and ignore his affairs?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Luo Xu sighed: "Chu Siyuan was too stubborn. For the integrity of Confucianism and Taoism, he protected the ancient tea tree of the Holy Way with his life. Unfortunately, I was not strong enough and could not save him. I watched him being killed by Namora. The prince cut off the flesh and blood from his whole body, and the holy blood stained the ancient tea tree of the Holy Path red."

Even though a long time had passed, the bloody scene was still lingering in his mind, as if it happened yesterday.

"Master Luo, there is no need to blame yourself. Senior Chu died as a martyr, which is worth singing and crying. All we need to do is to fulfill his wishes and take back the ancient tea tree of the holy way from the hands of the Rakshasa tribe." Zhang Ruochen said.

Luo Xu nodded: "The ancient tea tree of the Holy Dao is of great significance to Confucianism and Taoism. If it can be recaptured, the entire Confucianism and Taoism will owe you a great favor."

To be honest, Luo Xu admired Zhang Ruochen in his heart. Before this, he had never dared to think about taking back the ancient tea tree of the Holy Path.

After all, the Holy Ancient Tea Tree is no small matter. Now that it has fallen into the hands of the gods of the Rakshasa tribe, it is almost impossible to return it.

But Zhang Ruochen captured the respected princess of the Rakshasa clan, forcing the Rakshasa clan to compromise.

Zhang Ruochen didn't care about Confucianism or Taoism. He just acted according to his heart and wanted to be clear in his heart.

Now that he had met with Luo Xu, Zhang Ruochen no longer delayed and directly asked Luo Ji to send a message to the Rakshasa clan for exchange as soon as possible.

It didn't take long for the two parties to reach a consensus and decided to hand over the ancient tea tree of the holy way in Ziyun Mountain near the Holy City in the Eastern Territory three days later.

In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, Zhang Ruochen summoned Xiao Hei from Wangshan.

His strength is very strong. When fighting alone, under the Great Sage, he is not afraid of anyone, but this time he has to face the Rakshasa clan, not a certain person.

Although the ten clans of hell are divided into the supreme clan, the upper three clans, the middle three clans and the lower three clans. However, the higher the race, the fewer people there are.

The lower the race, the more people there are.

Therefore, the overall strength of each race is actually roughly the same. At least, it can be said that there is no absolute leader in strength under the divine realm, and there is no absolute weakness.

Since there are many powerful people in the Nether Clan, the Rakshasa Clan will naturally be no different.

If not, how could the hell realm be able to fight against all heaven realms at the same time?

When it comes to Princess Rakshasa and the ancient tea tree of the holy way, the Rakshasa clan must attach great importance to it. I wonder how many powerful people will be sent here?

When Zhang Ruochen and Luo Xu were preparing to exchange the ancient tea trees of the Holy Path, the news of Zhang Ruochen's ban quickly spread throughout the Eastern Holy City like the wind, causing an uproar.

Foreign monks are naturally unwilling to abide by this prohibition, and conflicts are inevitable.

However, after the Qingtian Holy Dragon took action and suppressed more than a dozen of the top nine-step Holy Queens, the monks from all sides calmed down and did not dare to challenge Zhang Ruochen's majesty rashly.

Because of this, the number of monks entering the Holy City in the Eastern Territory every day has been greatly reduced. After all, many people are concerned about their appearance and are unwilling to pay the entry fee of 10,000 holy stones.

As for the foreign monks who are in the Holy City of the Eastern Territory, they will no longer leave the city easily to avoid being blocked from the Holy City when they come back.

What dissatisfied the monks from all sides the most was that the Blue Sky Holy Dragon not only sat at the Eight Ferry Gates, but also entered the Holy City of the Eastern Territory to seize the opportunity and took away two hundred thousand year old holy medicines.

In addition, the powerful men from the Hell Realm who were lurking in the Holy City of the Eastern Territory all chose to stay dormant and did not dare to show up at will.

With Zhang Ruochen, the terrifying descendant of time and space, as long as they show their traces, they may be unable to escape.

Outside the holy courtyard, a tall and graceful figure slowly walked out of the darkness, wearing tight-fitting black clothes, fully revealing her curvy figure.

She is none other than Han Qiu, who has a body of darkness.

At this moment, subtle fluctuations occurred in the space, and Zhang Ruochen's figure appeared in front of Han Qiu out of thin air.

"Your Highness, you are finally willing to summon me. I thought you had forgotten me!" Han Qiu had a look of resentment in his eyes.

Zhang Ruochen said seriously: "I summoned you because there is something important that I want you to do."

"Who does Your Highness want to kill?" Han Qiu asked.

She is now a fringe killer in the Temple of Death, and has been performing various assassination missions. As a result, she has been able to swallow up the essence and holy rules of many strong men, and her cultivation strength has increased extremely quickly.

What the Dark Path is best at is swallowing, plundering, and transforming other people's rules of the Holy Path into its own. The speed of cultivation can be said to be beyond imagination.

Zhang Ruochen said: "This time is not about killing people, but asking you to take charge of the Holy City in the Eastern Region and integrate the monks who want to join me. I believe that this matter will not be difficult for you."

Ever since he came to the Holy City of the Eastern Territory, local monks from the Kunlun Realm have approached the Blue Sky Holy Dragon and wanted to join him.

This is actually not surprising. Today's Kunlun world is in turmoil, and many people are living precarious lives. Naturally, they want to find a strong backer.

And Zhang Ruochen has now realized that if he wants to fight against the hell world, he must not rely on just one person, but must unite various forces.

Since someone wanted to take refuge, Zhang Ruochen also had the idea of ​​​​cultivating strong men. Anyway, he got a lot of training resources on True Dragon Island, which he could just use.

However, he obviously didn't have time to take care of these things now, so he summoned Han Qiu back.

Han Qiu has the strength, means, and ambition, and is the best candidate.

Hearing this, Han Qiu couldn't help but feel moved in his heart and said: "Is His Highness planning to cultivate a force in the Holy City of the Eastern Region? Hey, it's interesting. Leave this matter to me."

Obviously, Han Qiu was extremely interested in doing this.

For her, this is really a great opportunity, which may allow her to achieve her goal of becoming a member of the Holy Royal Family faster.

Turning his hands, Zhang Ruochen took out a space ring and said, "The cultivation resources contained in it are very precious. You decide how to use them."

Han Qiu immediately reached out to take it. She was about to say that building a force would be very expensive, but she didn't expect that Zhang Ruochen had already prepared it.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen took out an artifact, a black sacred bell only as big as a fist. It was the ancient artifact that contained dark divine power that was taken from the Son of Darkness.

Seeing the Holy Bell of Darkness, Han Qiu's eyes suddenly lit up, and the power of darkness in his body was involuntarily released.

"Your Highness, this..." Han Qiu looked at Zhang Ruochen eagerly.

Zhang Ruochen said: "This thing comes from the Dark Temple. If you can refine it, I will give it to you."

Hearing this, Han Qiu couldn't help but be overjoyed, and immediately mobilized the dark rules in his body, and together with the power of darkness, wrapped around the Dark Bell.

Although Han Qiu possesses the body of darkness, because he cannot enter the Dark Temple, he can only rely on himself to explore the path of darkness. It is extremely difficult to achieve great achievements.

Now, the appearance of an ancient artifact containing the secret of darkness has undoubtedly made Han Qiu see the light of day. No matter what, he must seize this opportunity.

It might contain the remaining knowledge of the dark gods.

"Buzz."

The Holy Bell of Darkness vibrated slightly, and dark secret lines emerged clearly, and they actually flew towards Han Qiu.

Seeing this, Zhang Ruochen couldn't help but nodded secretly. As he expected, Han Qiu, as the controller of darkness, was indeed recognized by the Dark Bell.

There is no doubt that the giant of the Dark Temple who refined the Dark Bell must be a controller of darkness, not just a cultivator of darkness.

It didn't take long for the Holy Bell of Darkness to sink into the center of Han Qiu's eyebrows, completing the preliminary process of sacrifice.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Han Qiu thanked him seriously.

With a powerful divine artifact, her strength will skyrocket, and she will become more comfortable in using the dark ways.

Zhang Ruochen said: "I said, as long as you do things well for me, you will get everything you want."

Leaving these words behind, Zhang Ruochen used spatial movement and disappeared from the place without a trace.

"Including the Crown Princess? Or Queen Shengming? Tsk, she walked so fast."

The corners of Han Qiu's mouth raised slightly, and a special smile appeared in her eyes. She believed that the woman who would accompany Zhang Ruochen in the end would definitely be her.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Ruochen and Luo Xu quietly left the Eastern Holy City without disturbing anyone, and went straight to Ziyun Mountain.

Ziyun Mountain is shrouded in purple clouds all year round, hence its name. It occupies a radius of thousands of miles, and there are many wild beasts living in it.

"Zhang Ruochen, you are finally here!"

Along with a cold voice, a very tall figure slowly walked out of the thick clouds.

It is more than three feet tall and has a standard Rakshasa form. What is different from ordinary Rakshasa is that the bone wings on its back are actually bright red, as if dyed red by blood.

Streams of blood-red air surrounded this Rakshasa, causing the surrounding space to slightly distort.

"It's the Bloodwing Prince who is here." Luo Xu's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Blood Wing Prince was born with a pair of extremely special blood-colored bone wings, which are extremely hard and have amazing sharpness. They can cut off holy weapons and have killed countless creatures.

Among the Rakshasa tribe, the Bloodwing Prince is one of the top strong men under the Great Sage, and is stronger than the Moro Prince.

In terms of cruelty, the Bloodwing Prince was not inferior to Yan Wushen at all. He had slaughtered many meritorious local battlefields.

Zhang Ruochen was also observing the Bloodwing Prince, feeling the overwhelming evil aura emanating from his body, and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of disgust in his heart.

The Bloodwing Prince looked at Zhang Ruochen, not concealing his murderous intention at all, and said: "Hand over your Royal Highness, Princess."

"As long as I see the Holy Ancient Tea Tree, I will naturally let her out." Zhang Ruochen said calmly.

The Bloodwing Prince's eyes became colder and colder. The Rakshasa clan had never been threatened like this before.

But he did not have an attack, because the order he received was to bring Luo Yi back to the hell world safely.

After staring at Zhang Ruochen for a moment, the Bloodwing Prince took out a bright yellow holy box.

The holy box is a space treasure. When it is opened slowly, a tea tree with a height of ten thousand feet flies out of the box on its own initiative, as if it has spirituality and wisdom.

As soon as it landed on the ground of Kunlun Realm, its roots were like a horned dragon, burrowing deep into the soil.

Return to your homeland and never want to leave.

All the tea leaves on the tree have been picked, leaving them bare, but they exude a strong breath of life and aura, like the incarnation of a Confucian and Taoist sage.

This is the holy ancient tea tree planted by Confucian ancestors. It has grown for millions of years and always maintains strong vitality.

On the tree trunks and branches, mysterious and unpredictable words naturally grow, which seem to record the greatest Tao in the universe.

In the eyes of the gods, the ancient tea tree of the holy way is of immeasurable value, and the various mysteries nurtured over millions of years can help them understand the supreme way of the gods.

The Bloodwing Prince said: "The ancient tea tree of the Holy Path is here, release Your Highness the Princess."

Zhang Ruochen didn't say anything. He turned over his hand and took out an exquisite space ball, and then released Luo Yi who was trapped in it.

Luo Yi seems to have no restraints on her body, but all her powers, including her mental power, have been completely blocked, and she has become no different from ordinary people.

Seeing the Bloodwing Prince, Luo Yi couldn't help but have a look of resentment in his eyes.

Luo Ji has always been proud and can plan everything, but he didn't expect that this time it would fall into Zhang Ruochen's hands, and he would need to send strong men from the clan to exchange the treasures. Naturally, he felt very unhappy.

The Bloodwing Prince saw Luo Yi's unparalleled beauty and noble figure, with a diligent look in his eyes, and urged: "Exchange immediately, I don't want to waste time with you here."

Zhang Ruochen did not respond, but turned to look at Luo Xu.

Luo Xu understood immediately, took out a long wooden box, took out a scroll from it, and slowly opened it.

The scroll body of "Ten Thousand Houses of Lights" is extremely long. With Luo Xu's current cultivation strength, it can only be opened ten meters.

In fact, even a great sage would be unable to fully open the entire "Lights of Ten Thousand Houses".

Although it was only opened ten meters, there was still a frightening ancient aura emanating from the scroll, making people feel as if they had returned to the ancient times when they drank hair and drank blood.

Like the "Seven Lives and Seven Deaths", the "Lights of Ten Thousand Houses" is also the treasure of the painting sect, and it can completely detect whether there are problems with the ancient tea trees of the holy way.

Spurred by the holy energy, tiny points of light flew out from the scroll and turned into thousands of lights, seemingly trying to dispel all the darkness.

Seeing Luo Xu's actions, the Bloodwing Prince couldn't help but frown slightly, but did not stop him.

"Crash."

Resonating with the "Ten Thousand Houses of Lights", the branches of the holy ancient tea trees swayed and shed the crystal light.

Seeing this, Luo Xu couldn't help but reveal a faint smile on his face, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He was really worried about the Rakshasa tribe's manipulation. No matter what, they didn't want anything to go wrong with this last holy ancient tea tree.