The top strong men of the Qinglong Dynasty either went to the outer city to fight or guard the altar on the top of the Holy Mountain. Instead, the defense of this magnificent palace became quite weak.

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

As a royal palace, there are naturally many precious treasures. For ordinary warriors, taking out any one is priceless and enough to have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime.

Those treasures and semi-saint-level figures don’t even look down on them.

Sun Dadi and Dasikong rushed towards the inner palace and had long disappeared. It seemed that they really wanted to capture several princesses and princesses.

"Amitabha! Uncle Master, I'll stop the elder brother and can't watch him make a mistake." Er Sikong clasped his hands together, with a solemn appearance, with a look of worry in his eyes.

"Go!" Zhang Ruochen said.

After Er Sikong left, Zhang Ruochen captured a general who had cultivated four dragon shadows and asked about the location of the Qinglong Dynasty's treasury. Then, he and Murong Yue rushed over.

The saint realm figures of the Qinglong Dynasty will definitely take away all the treasures when they leave the Qinglong Ruins Realm.

However, in recent times, a large number of treasures have been born in the Qinglong Ruins Realm, which must be stored in the treasury of the Qinglong Dynasty, and it is impossible for it to have been sent out of the Qinglong Ruins Realm.

The treasury of the Qinglong Dynasty was built in the holy mountain and was separated from the palace by a wall.

There are very powerful defensive formations arranged in the outer area of ​​the national treasury, one layer after another, and even the figures in the holy realm cannot break the formation.

Murong Yue followed Zhang Ruochen, stared at the stone gate of the treasury in the distance, and asked: "Sect Master, let's try how powerful the outer defense formation is?"

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

After shaking her body, Zhang Ruochen's body shape and appearance changed drastically, turning into a middle-aged man with a little sallow skin, with wide shoulders and a majestic aura all over his body.

His appearance became exactly the same as that of the Qingkong Martial Saint, and even his temperament and eyes were almost the same.

Zhang Ruochen spread his arms, and wisps of holy energy surged out of his body, condensed into eight huge dragon shadows, emitting a majestic dragon energy.

Then, he strode towards the stone gate of the treasury.

All the soldiers guarding the treasury knelt on the ground and saluted, saying, "Greetings to Lord Qingkong Martial Saint."

"You won't open the formation immediately."

A heavy sound came from Zhang Ruochen's mouth.

"But... Isn't lord going to the outer city to fight with the evil demons outside the territory, how could he come to the national treasury?" A Six Dragon Martial King expressed his doubts and asked carefully.

Zhang Ruochen seemed extraordinary, and a powerful aura surged out of his body, shocking them, saying, "Do you need to explain to me when doing things?"

The Eight Dragon Martial Saint is the guardian of the Qinglong Dynasty and the most noble existence. In such an extraordinary period, he has the highest decision-making power. Therefore, no one dares to disobey their will.

The soldiers guarding the national treasury did not dare to offend the Qingkong Martial Saint and immediately opened the defensive formation.

Zhang Ruochen entered the formation, stopped, looked around, and then quietly released the space domain.

“Buzz.”

The space trembled violently, causing the soldiers to bleed in seven orifices, and all fell to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen controlled his strength very well, but he just shook them out and did not take their lives.

The Six Dragon Martial King did not faint. With his deep cultivation, he resisted the attack of space power and still maintained a standing posture.

"Who are you...?"

He pointed at Zhang Ruochen, showed a look of horror, and retreated repeatedly, trying to escape.

"Swish."

Zhang Ruochen rushed over as fast as possible and hit his head with a palm. The powerful palm power surged out with lightning and penetrated into the body of the Six Dragon Martial King.

The Six Dragon Martial King's eyes turned black and he fell to the ground with a bang.

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

Zhang Ruochen smiled, took out the ancient sword of Chenyuan, swung the sword and slashed it out, broke the stone gate, and successfully broke into the inside of the national treasury.

The treasury of the Qinglong Dynasty extended from the ground to the ground a hundred feet deep. The internal space is quite vast. It can be imagined that there must have been countless treasures placed here.

But now, the treasury is empty and nothing has been emptied.

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly and said to himself: "It seems that he is still one step late..."

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen felt a sense of danger, and used space movement as fast as possible, spanning dozens of feet to reach the edge of the national treasury, with his back against the cold iron wall.

"boom!"

Just where he was standing, a shocking explosion came from the place where he was standing. In a vague way, eight dragon shadows could be seen appearing and disappeared soon.

The interior of the treasury is a completely confined space.

At this moment, there was a treasury of overwhelming force in the national treasury, like layers of waves, buzzing the iron walls on all sides, and it was impossible to calm down for a long time.

"There is actually an eight dragon martial saint hiding in the national treasury, which is interesting."

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

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

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

This man, named Wang Shidao, is a martial saint from the royal family of the Qinglong Dynasty. He looks very old, full of silver wire and a bronze crown on his head, but he doesn't look old at all, but he is energetic.

Wang Shidao put his hands behind his back, his eyes locked on Zhang Ruochen, and said coldly: "You are not the Qingkong Martial Saint at all, who is it?"

"I am worthy of being a martial saint, but I still have some eyesight." Zhang Ruochen said with a smile.

Wang Shidao snorted coldly: "The eight dragon shadows on you are not the original dragon energy of the Qinglongxu Realm, but the power aura of Kunlun Realm. With the cultivation of the original saint, it is not difficult to see through you."

Zhang Ruochen's body shook for a moment, and crackling sounds all over his body, and soon they turned into their original appearance.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes 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, very much like woven from golden satin, and it looks like golden liquid water covering the satin, which is actually flowing slowly.

"There are actually subtle spatial fluctuations."

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

Not only did a space teleportation array appear in the Qinglong Dynasty, another space treasure emerged, which made Zhang Ruochen full of curiosity and immediately asked: "Where did your golden bag come from?"

Wang Shidao's expression tightened, showing a defensive look, and said, "This is the treasure of the Qinglong Dynasty, the golden light hidden bag, how can you, the evil demon from the outside world, be involved in it?"

"Baji collapse."

Wang Shidao's hands drew a circle. In the center of the circle, eight black dragon shadows appeared, turning into eight lightning bolts, flying towards Zhang Ruochen.

The Eight Dragon Martial Saint was indeed quite powerful, but Zhang Ruochen was fearless and mobilized the holy energy in his body continuously. Then, he slapped his palms at the same time.

"Dragon and Elephant God Furnace."

As Zhang Ruochen cast out his palm print, a red and golden flame surged out from his back, filling the national treasury in an instant.

The space where the treasury is located becomes a burning copper furnace. A semi-saint-level monk broke in and would be burned to death if he couldn't hold on for a breath.

"Boom."

The two forces collided together, forming a circle of powerful force fluctuations, gushing out to all directions.

The formation inscriptions were burned on all four iron walls of the national treasury to resist this force, otherwise most of the holy mountain would have collapsed.

The two continued to fight, and they fought dozens of hits in a row.

The moves they used were all the strongest force. The intersecting fists and palms, and using force to fight against the force, is to compete with who has the stronger power.

After a while, the two separated.

Wang Shidao was sweating all over, gasping for breath, the skin of his two fists shattered and blushed blood overflowed. He stared at the man outside the domain opposite in shock and said, "How is it possible... you are only at the ninth-level half-saint, how can you block the power of this saint?"

Wang Shidao is over 300 years old, and his cultivation is indeed quite deep. The martial arts he has used have reached the realm of transformation, but he is old, his blood and energy are declining, and the explosive power and endurance of his body are declining.

After dozens of hits, he showed a tired expression.

However, Zhang Ruochen was still full of energy and stood straight opposite Wang Shidao, saying, "With your age, it is already quite amazing to be able to block so many attacks from me."

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

Just a ninth-level half-saint, who dared to speak to an eight-dragon martial saint like this. Wang Shidao was naturally quite angry and shouted: "Boy, don't be arrogant, this saint will destroy you now."

"The Demon-Subduing Seal Method."

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

At his feet, a black round light seal with a diameter of ten feet appeared, with eight dragon shadows entrenched inside the light seal, making a deafening dragon roar.

The power fluctuations on Wang Shidao's body became stronger and stronger, putting some pressure on Zhang Ruochen.

"Your sealing method cannot subdue the demon."

Zhang Ruochen's expression was still quite calm. He did not retreat, but instead strode forward, pinched his five fingers into palm prints, and shouted in a deep voice: "Seven Orifices Blood Palm."

A blood-red shadow with twelve wings slowly stood up behind Zhang Ruochen. His body was tall and his face was ferocious, and his body was filled with astonishing evil aura.

That is the phantom of Pluto.

"Boom."

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

The blood-red shadow also slapped out with a palm, colliding with the Demon Subduing Seal formed by Wang Shidao. In an instant, the Demon Subduing Seal shattered.

"puff!"

The Wang Shidaokou spitted blood and flew backwards, hitting heavily on the iron wall, like a piece of paper, slowly sliding down from the iron wall, leaving only a blood-red mark.

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

Wang Shidao's holy body became ragged, his head was broken, and the back of his head completely collapsed, and the holy blood kept pouring out of his body.

After a moment, his breath of life completely disappeared.

After killing a martial saint, Zhang Ruochen felt no guilt or excitement, and he seemed to be calm.
Chapter completed!