Text 1103.Chapter 1098 Take the initiative

Zhang Ruochen's injuries were indeed quite serious, and even if he took the Dead Wood Pill, it would take about two days to heal.

Next, Zhang Ruochen decided to retreat for a period of time and go all out to improve his cultivation.

"The thirty-six orifices in the chest and abdomen have all been opened, and you only need to refine the divine blood, or refine the White Tiger Divine Dew, and you can sanctify the acupoints. Once the thirty-six orifices are sanctified, the physical strength will definitely become stronger. ”

Refining the blood of the gods and refining the dew of the white tiger can both quench the body and sanctify the acupoints, of course, there are some differences between the two.

The blood of the gods contains majestic divine power and huge blood qi.

Refining the blood of the gods can not only sanctify the acupoints, but also absorb the cultivation perception of the gods, thereby improving one's own cultivation.

Comparatively speaking, the power contained in the White Tiger Divine Dew is purer than the divine blood, although it can only be used to sanctify the acupoints and refine the flesh, but it is easier to absorb.

"At this stage, I must improve my cultivation as soon as possible, and it is best to refine the divine blood. ”

Zhang Ruochen took out a jar of divine blood and put it in front of him, his hands emitted white holy light, and the holy light was injected into the wooden jar.

"Wow-"

There were nearly a thousand drops of divine blood, flying out of the wooden jar, exuding an incomparably powerful divine aura, much like bright blood-colored stars, hanging above Zhang Ruochen's head.

The blood light emitted by the divine blood, with extremely thin silk threads, diverged outward, connecting with other divine blood, completely enveloping the space within a radius of hundreds of zhang.

Those silk threads are actually the rules contained in the blood of the gods.

It is precisely because of the very complex rules contained in the divine blood that after the cultivator refines the divine blood, his cultivation will be significantly improved.

Zhang Ruochen ran the exercises of the sixth layer of the Nine Heavens Ming Emperor Sutra, and all the 100,000 pores on his body opened, and he began to swallow the power emitted by the divine blood.

Now, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation is only the early stage of the seventh-order half-saint, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Three months passed quickly.

The thirty-six points distributed in the area of Zhang Ruochen's waist and abdomen are all sanctified, and they are connected with the thirty-six points in both arms to form a circulating system.

"Whoa. ”

The blood flowed rapidly for a week, and suddenly, the seventy-two points in the waist, abdomen, and arms all glowed white.

"The human body has one hundred and forty-four apertures, and seventy-two of them have been sanctified, even if I don't operate the holy qi, with my current physical strength, with my bare hands, I should be able to compete with the ordinary ninth-order semi-saints. ”

The clothes on Zhang Ruochen's body have long been burned, exposing his upper body, revealing a very well-proportioned figure, with obvious but not exaggerated muscles.

The light emanating from the back, chest, abdomen, and arms is connected into a net, forming a rather bizarre pattern.

Sanctifying the thirty-six points in his chest and abdomen, Zhang Ruochen refined a total of more than 2,000 drops of divine blood, directly raising his realm to the peak of the seventh-order half-saint.

If not, there was a clear dividing line between the seventh-order half-saint and the eighth-order half-saint, and with Zhang Ruochen absorbing such a huge amount of divine blood, he could completely break through to the eighth-order half-saint.

Now, he was stuck in the realm of the seventh-order half-saint, and his whole person was like a raging furnace, and the huge power in his body had nowhere to vent, scurrying around, rampage, and swelling to the extreme, as if he was going to explode to death.

In such a situation, it is necessary to immediately swallow the Eighth-Rank Saint Yuan Pill, impact the Eighth-Order Half-Saint, and dissolve the swelling power in the body by breaking through the realm.

Of course, there is another way, and that is to break the barrier of the realm through a fierce battle, so as to impact the eighth-order half-saint and consume the furious power in the body.

Both methods, in fact, need to break through the realm.

It's just that the former is relatively softer, while the latter is a fierce means, which needs to constantly stimulate and squeeze oneself, and finally break through the shackles of the realm.

"Since there is no Eight-Rank Saint Yuan Dan, it seems that the second method can only be chosen. Zhang Ruochen said to himself.

War.

It must be fought.

Since it is a fierce battle, it is natural to choose a strong opponent, otherwise, it will not be possible to achieve the goal of forcing oneself at all.

After careful consideration, Zhang Ruochen finally decided to choose the prince of the Qingtian clan as a whetstone for his promotion to the eighth order and half saint.

Half an hour later, Zhang Ruochen took the green ink, walked out of the Qiankun Shenmu Map, and walked towards the outer edge of the blood-red Gobi.

As for the other monks, they are still cultivating in the Scroll World, striving to improve their cultivation.

Qingmo's face is extraordinarily beautiful, looking like she is only a teenager, much like a little girl waiting to be released.

On her pale face, there was a timid look, and she asked worriedly, "Gongzi Zhang, wouldn't it be too dangerous for you to really go alone to find the undead blood clan of the Qingtian Clan?"

"If it's not dangerous, I won't go!"

Knowing that this trip was quite dangerous, Zhang Ruochen behaved quite indifferently, with a very relaxed smile on his face.

If it's not dangerous, how can you force yourself to impact the realm of an eighth-order half-saint?

In fact, there are risks in doing anything, and depending on the reward of doing it, can it attract you to take risks?

Obviously, as long as you can impact the realm of the eighth-order half-saint, no matter how risky it is, it is worth trying.

All along, the undead blood clan has been hiding in the shadows, pushing the conflict between the human race and the brute beasts, so as to collect a steady stream of high-grade blood.

How can there be such a cheap thing in the world?

This time, Zhang Ruochen decided to take the initiative, even if he relied on his own strength, he couldn't shake the Qingtian clan. However, Zhang Ruochen must at least force them to the surface, and he can't let them continue to hide in the shadows to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Qingmo lowered his head, bit his lip lightly, and said: "The masters of the Qingtian tribe are like clouds, like a tiger's den in Longtan, even if it is an ancient sect, it does not dare to collide with them head-on. There are only two of us, aren't we going to die? It's really too dangerous, let's go back! If His Royal Highness the County Lord knew that I was taking you to the camp of the Qingtian Clan, he would definitely kill me. ”

Zhang Ruochen's eyes showed a strange look, stopped and stared at Qingmo carefully.

Qingmo's eyes touched Zhang Ruochen's eyes, and he looked a little weak, and immediately looked away and said, "Zhang Gongzi...... How...... What's wrong?"

Zhang Ruochen showed a puzzled look and said, "You are a green ink holy vine that has grown for 40,000 years, and your cultivation is still above Senior Sister Huang, even if she brings you to the Kunlun realm, you don't need to be so afraid of her, right?"

You must know that the Qingmo Holy Vine, which has grown for 40,000 years, has a cultivation realm that is by no means as simple as a Saint in the lower realm.

Even if Qingmo rarely comes into contact with people and is relatively timid, he is not so afraid of a demi-saint, right?

Qingmo's fingers kept pulling the corners of his clothes, extremely nervous, and muttered, "How can I be afraid, I ...... I just think she's going to be very worried if we're going to do such a dangerous thing behind her back. ”

"If you don't say it, if I don't say it, how will she know?" Zhang Ruochen smiled.

Qingmo's spiritual sense is very amazing, she can feel the slightest clues, and only by taking her can she find the camp of the undead blood clan.

Qingmo did not disappoint Zhang Ruochen, it only took one day to find the oasis where the Qingtian tribe was hiding.

There is a formation master in the Qingtian tribe, and he has arranged a huge hidden formation, completely enveloping the entire oasis.

Even with Zhang Ruochen's spiritual power, he walked close to the oasis and found some traces left by the other party's arrangement of formations.

"Zhang Gongzi, in the oasis, there is an attack formation, which is quite dangerous...... Let's go back!" Qingmo was a little scared, worried about an accident.

Zhang Ruochen asked, "Since you can see through the formation inscriptions of the attack formation, you should be able to crack the formation, right?"

Qingmo nodded and shook his head again.

"What the hell do you mean?"

Zhang Ruochen felt very puzzled, and didn't know if she could break the formation.

Qingmo finally nodded and said, "I have a kind of flame that can be used to make a fire for cooking, and it can also burn the formation inscriptions, and directly refine the formation into a gaseous state." ”

After a pause, she added: "Theoretically, it is, but I've never tried it." ”

Zhang Ruochen always felt that Qingmo was less reliable than Xiao Hei, and was worried that she would drop the chain at a critical moment, so he asked, "What kind of flame do you master?"

Qingmo stretched out a small jade-white hand, five slender fingers like shallots, slowly unfolded, and a cyan flame appeared in the palm of his hand.

Just as the flames appeared, Zhang Ruochen felt an extremely dangerous aura, the hairs on his body stood up in an instant, and he instinctively took a step back.

The temperature of the flames is actually not high, however, the dangerous aura makes people feel creepy.

"Immeasurable flame. ”

Zhang Ruochen was quite surprised, and had to re-examine the seemingly ignorant girl in front of him.

Legend has it that the Immeasurable Flame was able to burn the Sage to death and melt the Thousand Pattern Hallows Artifact, which was definitely a rather rare flame.

How can a seemingly weak and weak girl not be surprised that she can master such a terrifying flame and still be able to absorb the flame into her body?

What made Zhang Ruochen even more incomprehensible was that she was just using the immeasurable flame to make a fire for cooking.

Since he has the immeasurable holy flame in his hands, it is naturally not difficult for Qingmo to break the attack formation in the oasis.

In fact, Zhang Ruochen's spatial power can also break the formation, but once he falls into the formation, anything can happen, and he may not have time to deal with it.

Qingmo stayed outside the oasis, and at the critical moment, he might be able to help him.

At this moment, in the oasis, all the important people of the Qingtian clan were gathered under an ancient golden tree, discussing some important matters.

Prince Qingtian sat in the top seat, neatly dressed, handsome and graceful, with a noble and elegant temperament.

That kind of temperament can only be possessed by the real superiors.

Princess Flame Heart, Zuotian Blood Saint, Chang Wan, Ghost Mist, and some ninth-order half-saints of the undead blood clan all stood on both sides below the Qingtian Prince.

None of the people present were weak, and in the Kunlun realm, they were all famous people, however, none of them dared to face the Qingtian Prince.

The strength of the Qingtian Prince was too terrifying, one or two levels higher than them.

Prince Qingtian's gaze took the lead in staring at the ghost fog and said, "Ghost fog, your injuries have healed, right?"

"Taking the Holy Blood Pill given by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, not only has his injuries healed, but his realm seems to have improved somewhat. Ghost Mist was quite respectful to the Qingtian Prince, clasped his hands into fists, and saluted upwards.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost mist said again: "Although the subordinates failed in this operation, they still found out some details of Zhang Ruochen. By his side, there were at least four Beastmaster-level powerhouses, and there must be a huge force in his hands. ”

The eyes of the Qingtian Prince exuded a brilliant brilliance, and he said, "Could it be that he is really the crown prince of the Shengming Central Empire eight hundred years ago, and he has already recruited the old ministry to his side?"

The undead blood clan and the Shengming Central Empire can be called as deep as the sea, back then, if it weren't for Emperor Ming, how could the undead blood clan be sealed on an isolated island and spend eight hundred years of darkness?

Therefore, when he heard the words of the ghost fog, Prince Qingtian would pay so much attention.

Princess Flame Heart's fingers gently touched the tips of her long crimson hair, and smiled charmingly: "If he is really the Crown Prince of Shengming, wouldn't it be better?" Princess Ben just grabbed him, sucked his blood dry one by one, and seized his Five Elements Chaos Body and True God Destiny. Hehe. ”

Princess Flameheart's voice is soft and seductive.

The undead blood clan masters present looked at her beautiful face, bumpy figure, snow-white skin, and when they heard such a seductive voice, they all reacted physically, and an evil fire rose in their abdomen.