The top powerhouse of the Qinglong Dynasty either went to the outer city to fight, or went to the top of the holy mountain to guard the altar, but the defense of this splendid palace became quite weak==≈.≈8≠1≠Z≤≥.COM Chinese

With the cultivation of Zhang Ruochen and others, they did not alarm the indigenous monks in the palace, and they broke into it without knowing it.

As a royal palace, it is natural that there are many precious treasures. For ordinary martial artists, taking out any piece is also priceless, enough for a lifetime of worry-free food and clothing.

Those treasures, half-saint-level figures, are not eye-catching at all.

Sun Dadi and Da Sikong rushed in the direction of the inner palace, and they had long since disappeared, as if they really wanted to arrest a few princesses and princesses.

"Amitabha, uncle, I'm going to intercept the senior brother back, and I can't watch him make a mistake. The two Sikong clasped their hands together, the treasure was solemn, and there was a worried look in their eyes.

"Go!" Zhang Ruochen said.

After the second Sikong left, Zhang Ruochen grabbed a military general who had cultivated four dragon shadows and asked the location of the treasury of the Qinglong Dynasty, and then he and Murong Yue hurried over.

The Holy Realm figures of the Blue Dragon Dynasty, when they leave the Blue Dragon Ruins Realm, they will definitely take all the treasures with them.

However, in the recent past, a large number of heavenly and earthly treasures have been born in the Qinglong Ruins Realm, which must still be stored in the treasury of the Qinglong Dynasty, and it is impossible to have sent them out of the Qinglong Ruin Realm.

The treasury of the Qinglong Dynasty was built in the middle of the holy mountain, separated from the royal palace by only a wall.

In the outer area of the treasury, there are very powerful defensive formations, layer after layer, even the people of the Holy Realm do not want to break through the formation.

Murong Yue followed Zhang Ruochen's side, stared at the treasury stone gate in the distance, and asked, "Sect Master, my subordinates should first try how strong the defensive formation on the periphery is?"

Zhang Ruochen grabbed Murong Yue's wrist, dragged her back, and said, "There's no need to attack, I have a way." ”

With a shake of his body, Zhang Ruochen's body shape and appearance changed drastically, changing into a middle-aged man with some sallow skin, with broad shoulders and a wide body, and a majestic momentum all over his body.

His appearance has become exactly the same as that of the Blue Sky Martial Saint, and even his temperament and eyes are almost the same.

Zhang Ruochen's arms stretched, and wisps of holy qi poured out from his body, condensing into eight huge dragon shadows, emitting majestic dragon qi.

Then, he strode in the direction of the stone gate of the treasury.

The sergeants guarding the treasury all knelt on the ground and saluted, "Meet Lord Qingkong Martial Saint." ”

"Don't open the formation right away. ”

Zhang Ruochen's mouth came out with a deep voice.

"But...... Your Excellency didn't go to the outer city to fight the demons outside the territory, how could you come to the treasury?" a Six Dragons Martial King asked cautiously, expressing doubt.

Zhang Ruochen looked extraordinary, and a strong aura poured out of his body, shocking them, and said, "Do you need to explain to you what this saint does?"

The Eight Dragons Martial Saint is the guardian of the Qinglong Dynasty, and it is also the most noble existence, and in an extraordinary period like this, it has the highest decision-making power, so no one dares to disobey their will.

The sergeant guarding the treasury did not dare to offend the Qingkong Martial Saint and immediately opened the defensive array.

Zhang Ruochen entered the formation, stopped, looked in all directions, and then quietly released the space domain.

"Hum. ”

The space shook violently, causing the sergeants to bleed and all of them fell to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen controlled his strength extremely well, but only stunned them and did not take their lives.

The Six Dragons Martial King did not faint, and with his profound cultivation, he resisted the attack of the spatial power, and still maintained a standing posture.

"You...... Who the hell ......?"

He pointed at Zhang Ruochen, showing a frightened look, and retreated backwards again and again, wanting to escape.

"Hmmm. ”

Zhang Ruochen rushed over as fast as he could, slamming a palm on the top of his head. The powerful palm power, accompanied by lightning surging out, drilled into the body of the Six Dragon Martial King.

The Six Dragons Martial King's eyes darkened, and with a bang, he fell to the ground.

"I don't know how many heavenly and earthly treasures are stored in the treasury of the Qinglong Dynasty?"

Zhang Ruochen showed a smile, took out the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword, swung the sword and slashed out, breaking the stone door and successfully breaking into the interior of the treasury.

The treasury of the Qinglong Dynasty stretched from the ground to the bottom of a hundred zhang deep, and the internal space was quite vast, and it is conceivable that there must have been countless treasures placed here.

But now, the treasury is empty, there is nothing, it has long been emptied.

Zhang Ruochen showed a wry smile and said to himself: "It seems that it is still a step too late......"

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen was alert, sensed the danger, and moved the space as quickly as possible, spanning a distance of dozens of zhang, reaching the edge of the treasury, and his back was attached to the cold iron wall.

"Boom!"

Just where he was standing just now, there was an earth-shattering explosion, and faintly, eight dragon shadows could be seen appearing, and soon disappeared again.

The interior of the treasury is a completely enclosed space.

At this moment, in the treasury, there is an overwhelming force that is tumbling violently, like layers of waves, crashing the iron walls on all sides, buzzing, and unable to calm down for a long time.

"There is actually an Eight Dragon Martial Saint hiding in the treasury, which is a bit interesting. ”

Zhang Ruochen was both a little surprised and a little happy.

Since there is a Eight Dragon Martial Saint in charge, it also means that there are still heavy treasures in the treasury and they have not been emptied.

When the fluctuations in power in the treasury became calmer, a tall and thin figure finally appeared.

This person, named Wang Shidao, is a martial saint of the royal family of the Qinglong Dynasty, he looks very old, full of silver threads, and a bronze crown on his head, but he does not have the appearance of an old dragon bell, but is full of energy.

Wang Shidao put one hand behind his back, his eyes locked on Zhang Ruochen's body, and said coldly: "You are not the Qingkong Martial Saint at all, who are you?"

"It's worthy of a martial saint, and he still has a bit of eyesight. Zhang Ruochen said with a smile.

Wang Shidao snorted coldly: "The eight dragon shadows on your body are not the origin dragon qi of the Qinglong Ruin Realm, but have the power aura of the Kunlun Realm. With the cultivation of this saint, it is not difficult to see through you. ”

Zhang Ruochen's body shook a little, and there was a crackling sound all over his body, and soon he changed to his original appearance again.

Zhang Ruochen's gaze fell on Wang Shidao's back, revealing a strange look.

I saw that Wang Shidao was carrying a golden bag on his back.

The material of the bag is quite special, it looks like it is woven of golden satin, and it seems that there is golden liquid water covering the satin, and it is flowing slowly.

"There are subtle spatial fluctuations. ”

Zhang Ruochen could be sure that the golden bag must be a spatial treasure.

Not only did a spatial teleportation array appear in the Qinglong Dynasty, but a spatial treasure actually appeared, which made Zhang Ruochen full of curiosity and immediately asked, "Where did you get that golden bag from?"

Wang Shidao's expression tightened, revealing a defensive look, and said: "This is the treasure of the Qinglong Dynasty, the Golden Light Hidden Bag, how can you, an extraterritorial demon, get involved?"

"Eight poles collapsed. ”

Wang Shidao's hands drew a circle, and in the center of the circle, eight black dragon shadows appeared, turned into eight lightning bolts, and flew towards Zhang Ruochen.

The Eight Dragons Martial Saint was indeed quite powerful, but Zhang Ruochen was fearless, and continuously mobilized the holy qi in his body, and then, both palms slapped out at the same time.

"Dragon Elephant Divine Furnace. ”

As Zhang Ruochen punched out the palm print, a red-golden flame poured out from his back, filling the treasury in an instant.

The space where the treasury was located turned into a blazing copper furnace, and a half-saint-level monk broke into it, and if he couldn't hold on for a breath, he would be burned to death.

"Boom. ”

The two forces collided together, forming a circle of powerful power fluctuations, surging out in all directions.

The iron walls of the treasury were engraved with formation inscriptions on all sides, resisting this force, otherwise, most of the holy mountain would have collapsed.

The two continued to clash, hitting each other dozens of times in a row.

The moves they used were all the most powerful forces, and their fists and palms intersected, and they fought with force, which was to compete to see whose strength was stronger.

After a while, the two separated.

Wang Shidao was covered in hot sweat, panting for breath, the skin of his two fists shattered open, overflowing crimson blood, and he stared at the foreign man opposite in shock, and said, "How is it possible...... You are only at the realm of a ninth-order half-saint, how can you be able to block the power of this saint?"

Wang Shidao is already more than three hundred years old, his cultivation is indeed quite profound, and the martial arts he has displayed have also reached the realm of transformation, but he is old, his blood and qi are declining, and the explosive power and staying power of his body are declining.

After dozens of blows, he showed a tired look.

Zhang Ruochen was still full of energy, standing straight opposite Wang Shidao, and said, "With your age, it is quite remarkable to be able to block so many blows from me." ”

Hearing this, Wang Shidao did not feel the glory, but felt that Zhang Ruochen was humiliating him.

Just a ninth-order half-saint, who dared to speak to an eight-dragon martial saint like this, Wang Shidao was naturally quite annoyed, and roared: "Boy, you don't want to be rampant, this saint will destroy you now." ”

"Demon Suppression Seal. ”

Wang Shidao's body swelled, and his hands formed a strange seal.

At his feet, a black circular light mark with a diameter of ten zhang appeared, with eight dragon shadows coiled inside the light seal, making a deafening dragon groan.

The power fluctuations on Wang Shidao's body became more and more powerful, causing a certain amount of pressure on Zhang Ruochen.

"Your seal law can't subdue demons. ”

Zhang Ruochen's expression was still quite calm, he did not retreat, but strode forward, pinched his five fingers into palm prints, and sighed deeply: "Seven Apertures Blood Dark Palm." ”

A blood-red ** shadow with twelve wings slowly stood up behind Zhang Ruochen, with a tall body, a hideous face, and an astonishing evil aura exuding from his body.

It was an illusory image of Hades.

"Boom. ”

Zhang Ruochen slapped it out, condensing into a huge palm print.

The blood-red ** shadow also shot out with a palm, colliding with the demon subduing seal formed by Wang Shidao, and in an instant, the demon subduing seal was shattered.

"Poof!"

Wang Shi vomited blood and flew out, hitting the iron wall heavily, like a piece of paper, slowly sliding down from the iron wall, leaving only a blood-red trace.

Zhang Ruochen put away his palm print, walked over, and came to Wang Shidao's side.

Wang Shidao's holy body became tattered, his head was broken in half, the back of his head completely collapsed, and the holy blood continued to gush out of his body.

After a few moments, his breath of life disappeared completely.

After killing a martial saint, Zhang Ruochen did not feel guilty, nor did he feel excited, and he seemed calm.

Zhang Ruochen took off the golden light hidden bag on Wang Shidao's body, held it in his hand, and showed a curious look: "I finally saw another space treasure, and I don't know what it contains?