On the ice bed, an old body was lying quietly. His limbs were curled up, as thin as a tree root that had just been dug out of the mud.

Long white hair, like spider silk, scattered around the ice bed and has not been trimmed for hundreds of years.

Who is Shi Mingyuan lying on the ice bed?

"The old patriarch is still alive, it's great!"

"If the old patriarch can recover, with his attainments in mental power and talismans, our ancient tribe in prisons still needs to be afraid of the immortal blood clan?"

The holy elders of the ancient tribe of Zhenzhu were divided into two rows and stood neatly below, with shocked eyes and worried, and a deep expectation.

Three hours ago, Zhang Ruochen sent Shi Mingyuan into the Qiankun Realm and asked the Heavenly Divine Wood to take action to purify the evil consciousness in his body.

That's why Shi Mingyuan was no longer crazy and no longer attacked other monks, but he also had the blood poison of the Pluto in his body, so he fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen, Bao Lie, Xiang Chunan and Luo Yi took action together, using their own holy energy to penetrate Shi Mingyuan's body, and forced out the blood poison of the Pluto drop by drop.

The four of them spent most of the time and only forced out one-third of their blood poison.

Shi Ren greeted him and asked, "Brother Zhang, how about it?"

"One-third is cleared, you should quickly feed the old patriarch some pills that increase blood and energy, and continue to be cleared tomorrow." Zhang Ruochen said.

Below, all the holy elders of the ancient tribe in the prison were happy.

One of the elders said: "One third can be removed in one go. Wouldn't the blood poison in the old patriarch's body be completely removed in two days?"

"It's not that simple. The old patriarch was too deeply poisoned, and the blood in his body was integrated with the blood poison of the Pluto. With our cultivation level, it is impossible to completely eliminate it. The Great Sage is almost the same when he takes action. Only by constantly changing blood and generating blood can the blood poison become less and less." Zhang Ruochen said.

Shi Ren said: "So how long does it take for grandpa to wake up?"

Zhang Ruochen thought for a while and said, "Half a month! Half a month later, the blood poison in the old patriarch's body should be less than one thousandth. With his own cultivation, he can suppress the blood poison. At that time, he may be able to wake up."

"Thank you, Brother Zhang, our ancient clan in prison owes you too much. From now on, Shi Ren's life will be yours." Shi Ren's expression was very serious and his eyes were red.

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "Take good care of the old patriarch, I will leave Jianzhong for a trip."

"Where are you going?" Shi Ren asked.

"I'll be back soon."

By the time he said this, Zhang Ruochen had disappeared in the Sword Tomb Palace.

After leaving the sword tomb, Zhang Ruochen recorded a light talisman for transmission and rang out into the sky.

He passed this light talisman to Master Indra who was far away in the Western Regions, and was preparing to retrieve the thunderous sword stored there.

"The ancient clan of Jianzhong and Zhenzhu were guarded by the formation divine patterns left by the medieval period. If you want to send a message, you have to come out. It's really troublesome."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently and was about to return to the sword tomb.

Suddenly, his eyes sterned, and immediately formed a palm print, and a giant dragon of flames was shot out, and he rushed to a barren mountain thirty miles away to the right.

"Chichi."

A blood-red circular mark appeared in the barren mountains, as if a cave appeared out of thin air.

A figure wearing the blood armor of hundreds of holy men jumped out of the blood-colored cave, and the flesh wings on his back scattered, and suddenly the thick blood energy covered a thousand miles of land.

"Crazy."

In his hand, he was holding a chain like a steel dragon, colliding with the flame dragon that Zhang Ruochen made, smashing the dragon to pieces and turning it into balls of fire.

"God, I have a good sense of alertness and can actually detect my breath." The disciple of the martial arts world laughed.

The blood and energy spread to Zhang Ruochen and enveloped him.

Zhang Ruochen could feel a strange force flowing in his blood, like mud, suppressing his cultivation and movement speed.

"I can actually break one of my palm prints. This cultivator of the Immortal Blood Clan is definitely not a simple person." Zhang Ruochen said intimately.

You know, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation is only one step away from the Nine-Step Holy King. Even if he just slaps out a random palm, his power will be overwhelming.

Zhang Ruochen was calm and glanced around, saying, "There are many people coming to the Immortal Vampire Clan. Except for one of the Sons of the Hundred Phantoms, another one appeared. The rest of the people should also appear!"

The Emperor's eyes narrowed and said, "You can survive after meeting the Son of the Hundred Phantom God?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled and took out a blood-red holy source from the storage ring and held it in his palm.

The breath in the holy source is emitted.

The emperor's face of the martial arts emperor changed suddenly and he said, "It's the aura of the son of Baihuan God, who killed him?"

"Since his holy source is in my hands, who did you say to kill him?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

"It's you."

The emperor of the martial arts world became alert and did not dare to underestimate the human man in front of him. The combat power of the Son of the Hundred Phantom God may not be considered top-notch, but his illusion and change skills are superb, and ordinary great saints are unable to defend themselves.

The person who can kill the Son of the Hundred Phantom God is definitely a master.

In the distance, a mountain of white bones is floating in a white cloud.

The Nine-Eyed King and others looked at the Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm and Zhang Ruochen. When they sensed the breath of the Son of the Hundred Phantom God from the Holy Source, their faces became unnatural.

"It's really unfair to the son of Baihuan God who actually died at the hands of an unknown person. It seems that he is really crazy and too arrogant, so he overturned the ship in the gutter." An imperial daughter with a very long face sneered.

There was no trace of pity, there was only ridicule, and a murderous intent against Zhang Ruochen.

"Not name? You seem to underestimate him."

At this time, a magnetic sound came from the top of the White Bone Mountain.

The eyes of the two sons of the Immortal Blood Clan and the six emperor sons and daughters all looked at the figure, and many of them had a look of awe and respect in their eyes.

The figure, with his back to everyone, had beautiful long blood-red hair, tall and thin, and was studying with a roll of bamboo slips.

Slowly, he turned around and showed an extremely handsome face.

If he hadn't had an Adam's apple and his voice was also a male voice, I'm afraid any monk would think that he was a peerless beauty, with a beauty no less than the nine fairies in "The Beautiful Nine Immortals".

"Son of Xia, do you know who he is?" asked the long-faced emperor girl.

Xia Wen was calm and said, "This person's name is Zhang Ruochen. He is the most brave and good at fighting among the younger generation in Kunlun. He inherited the Sumeru Holy Monk's Way of Time and Space, and became the divine envoy of the Moon God. Whether it is talent, luck, or background, they are all first-class existences. Do you actually think he is an unknown person?"

"So he is Zhang Ruochen."

The Nine-Eye Heavenly King showed a very interested look, and the five eyes on his face opened at the same time. Through the thousands of miles of void, he watched the human man who was confronting his disciples in the martial arts world.

After a moment, the Nine-Eyed King was a little disappointed and said, "Son Xia seems to have misunderstood."

"What do you mean?" Xia Wen said in his heart.

The Nine-Eye Heavenly King said: "Even if Zhang Ruochen inherited the Sumeru Holy Monk's Way of Time and Space, he could call the wind and rain at the same realm. However, his current cultivation level should be less than the Nine-Step Holy King. With such cultivation, no matter how strong other aspects are, how strong can his overall strength be?"

"He can be invincible at the realm of the Eight-Step Holy King. Is it still possible at the realm of the small rules? In the realm of the big rules, which one can he rank? When he encounters a strong man in the realm of the Dao Realm, he may have to escape."

Xia Wenxin remained silent.

The long-faced emperor girl laughed: "It turns out that she is just an eight-step saint king. Such a weak person can also be called the most brave and good at fighting in the Kunlun world. It seems that the Kunlun world has really fallen to a great extent."

An emperor's son with silver patterns on his eyebrows laughed: "The emperor's son in the martial arts world has a strong blood of the Great Sage. At the realm of the Eight-Step Saint King, he can briefly confront the powerful people of the Great World. He can just try the skills of this successor of time and space."

"Haha, Emperor Yun, are you kidding? The Emperor of the Martial Realm is not at the level of the Eight-Step Saint King. After sucking a large amount of holy blood on the battlefield of merit, he has condensed the debut domain. His cultivation level is three levels higher than Zhang Ruochen. Are you sure that this is testing Zhang Ruochen's ability, rather than directly crushing him to kill him?" The long-faced emperor girl smiled.

"Don't forget the power of time and space, but it's very powerful. Zhang Ruochen's combat power is probably not that simple. Otherwise, how could the Son of the Hundred Phantom God become a holy source?" The third Son of God, whose body was like an iron tower, said in a low voice.

"Perhaps, the son of Baihuan God was not killed by Zhang Ruochen at all, but another powerful man took action." Emperor Yun said.

"You still have to remind the disciples of the martial arts world to avoid being beaten by Zhang Ruochen."

The long-faced emperor girl's lips moved, and a soundless wave came out, entering the ears of the emperor's son in the martial arts world.

The emperor's eyes lit up suddenly, and he laughed: "So you are the descendant of the Sumeru Holy Monk. OK, that's great. Then you may still have a way out today. Hand over the secret book of inheritance, and this emperor will spare you."

Zhang Ruochen realized that there must be other Immortal Vampire masters nearby, and there is very likely that there will be more than one.

The Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm is a man of all kinds of battles. When he saw Zhang Ruochen's eyes change, he realized that this successor of time and space was looking for an opportunity to retreat.

"Haha, stop dreaming, you can't leave today!"

The chains in the hands of the Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm swirled rapidly, becoming thousands of feet long. As the rotation became faster and faster, a huge vortex formed, tearing the surrounding mountains to pieces and sweeping over the sky.

"I gave you a chance to hand over it on your own initiative, but you didn't. This emperor's son can only come to pick it up in person."

"Crash."
Chapter completed!