"A small bead actually contains the blood of the corpse emperor."

Zhang Ruochen read a sentence in a low voice, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

The blood of the Corpse Emperor in the Green Eyes and Green Blood Bead is quite strange. Yin Xuanji only absorbed a drop, but his power increased greatly, and he was not weaker than the first-line strong people.

"howl."

A long roar came out of Yin Xuanji's mouth, and it exploded again, turning into a white light and colliding with Zhang Ruochen.

This time, Zhang Ruochen was prepared, moved his right foot back, pulled his lunge, pinched the sword with both hands, and reached the state of unity of human and sword, which also turned into a stream of light and flew forward.

With a bang.

The tip of the Chenyuan Ancient Sword collided with Yin Xuanji's chest.

It did not pierce his body, but instead a sound of a collision of gold and stones came out, like a sword hitting the iron mountain.

The two of them flew backwards at the same time, setting a distance of dozens of feet apart again.

The shroud of Yin Xuanji's body appeared as thin golden patterns as cow hair, densely intertwined.

It was the shroud that blocked the ancient sword of Chenyuan.

A hoarse voice came out of Yin Xuanji's mouth and said, "I have the shroud of the Emperor of Destiny to protect my body, and the blood of the Emperor of Corpse. Today, you will definitely die."

"I'm afraid you don't have that much ability yet." Zhang Ruochen said.

Yin Xuanji's claws were raised at the same time, and behind him, a blue corpse shadow appeared, emitting domineering and gloomy power.

Zhang Ruochen injected the holy energy in his body into the ancient sword of Shenyuan, activated two thousand inscriptions in the sword body.

Fight with a sword.

The Qianwen Destruction Power and the Sword Qi were released together, and the Yin Xuanji who was rushing to the ground was thrown out, flying dozens of miles away, hitting the walls of the ancient city.

Even if Yin Xuanji had a shroud protection, he could not withstand this sword, and blood overflowed between the gaps in the shroud.

After Zhang Ruochen broke through to the eighth-level half-saint realm, the level of the holy energy in his body was greatly improved. Even if he exploded the Thousand-Secret Destruction Power many times, he didn't have to worry about the exhaustion of the holy energy.

Using a large space shift, Zhang Ruochen reached the top of the city wall and once again triggered the destructive power of Thousand Patterns.

"Wow—"

The ancient sword of Chenyuan turned into a light shuttle, flew downwards, and fell into the ruins.

The sword energy is really terrifying, and its penetration power reaches a very amazing level. On the ground, a black ground hole with a diameter of three meters is left, which is bottomless.

Zhang Ruochen frowned slightly and felt that this sword failed to hit Yin Xuanji.

"return."

Zhang Ruochen stretched out his five fingers and pinched into the void.

The ancient sword of Chen Yuan flew out from the bottom of the cave and fell back into his hands.

About ten miles away from Zhang Ruochen, Yin Xuanji rushed out from the ground, raised his hands upwards, and a steady stream of holy energy surged out of the palms of both hands, and penetrated into the green-eyed blood beads.

On the surface of the beads, dense blood-red inscriptions appeared, gathering together to form a hideous ghost eye.

The ghost eyes closed and did not open.

Even so, all the creatures in the ancient city felt a suffocating force, which scattered out of the blue-eyed and green blood beads.

"What a terrifying power fluctuation, it feels like the king of hell is about to come to the earth."

"What's going on? Could there be any creature in the holy realm coming to the Qinglong Ruins Realm?"

...

All monks felt an invisible pressure, as if the sky was about to collapse and the earth was about to sink, making their legs tremble uncontrollably.

Zhang Ruochen was also moved a little, could he say: "Is it possible that there is a corpse emperor sealed in the green bead?"

With Yin Xuanji's cultivation level, it seemed quite difficult to support the blue-eyed and green blood beads. His arms kept shaking, and he roared out of his mouth, "Open your eyes."

The ghost eyes on the green-eyed and green blood beads opened a gap and shot out a blood-red beam of light, hitting Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen did not fight head-on, but instead used space movement and dodged to the right.

Even so, his left shoulder was wiped by the beam of light, leaving a wound that became bloody.

"Wow!"

The second beam of light flew out and hit Zhang Ruochen again.

“Space twist.”

Zhang Ruochen released the space domain and mobilized the power of the space to form a six-layer twisted space.

However, the power contained in the light beam is quite terrifying, and it does not cause too much distortion. It flew past Zhang Ruochen's cheek, leaving a blood mark.

Just a little bit later, Zhang Ruochen's head would be penetrated.

In fact, Yin Xuanji was also very uncomfortable. With his current cultivation level, he could not control the ghost eyes at all, so he could only forcefully activate the power of the Green Eyes and Green Blood Beads.

Every time he hit, a burst of blood would appear on his body, and a mass of blood mist would appear.

The two continued to fight, and every time, Zhang Ruochen could barely avoid the attack of the light beam.

"Behead me."

Finally, Zhang Ruochen grabbed it once, rushed to the top of Yin Xuanji's head, and cut out a crack in the space.

"puff!"

One of Yin Xuanji's left arm was cut off and a lot of blood was flowing out.

Even if the shroud's defense is strong, it still cannot stop the power of space.

"I don't accept it, fight again." Yin Xuanji roared.

Zhang Ruochen knocked out the Chenyuan Ancient Sword and slashed him with one sword.

Yin Xuanji screamed in his mouth, and could no longer support the green-eyed and blue blood beads. He staggered back more than ten steps and half-kneeled on the ground.

In the other direction, Huang Yanchen, Qing Mo, Da Sikong, Xiao Hei, and Zhao Shiqi finally broke through the large corpse formation.

The monks of the ancient corpse tribe who lost the corpse formation could no longer suppress them.

Huang Yanchen's eyes were cold, and he waved the holy sword. Whenever he took action, a monk from the ancient corpse-driven clan would definitely fall in a pool of blood.

Just now, Da Sikong suffered serious injuries in the corpse formation.

At this moment, he was furious and held a Zen stick in his hand, beating the battle corpses into pieces and turning them into dust.

After all, he was an orthodox Buddhist monk. Da Sikong did not provoke a large number of killings, otherwise he would have to kill several monks from the ancient tribe who drove away the corpse.

When the monks of the ancient tribe of the corpse drove away the corpse, they immediately lost all their fighting spirit and could not organize a formation attack.

The situation was one-sided, and the monks of the ancient tribe who drove away the corpse began to be defeated.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the green-eyed and blue blood bead, knowing that it must be the treasure of the ancient tribe who drove away the corpse, so he reached forward and grabbed it, wanting to collect it.

However, the green eyes and blood beads trembled violently, breaking away from the holy energy produced by Zhang Ruochen and flew into the sky.

Zhang Ruochen exclaimed lightly, revealing an incredible expression.

The green eyes and blood beads were hanging in the air. Inside it, a young man's voice came from: "I really didn't expect that there is a peerless hero like you in this era, which is really amazing."

It is obviously a very young voice, but it gives people an ancient charm and a sense of vicissitudes.

Immediately afterwards, a young man of seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a black suit, walked out of the blue blood beads of green eyes.

The young man is extremely beautiful, with more delicate facial features than a woman. He has his arms behind him and has a powerful temperament on his body.

The monks and war corpses of the ancient corpse-driven tribe all knelt on the ground and said in unison: "Greetings to Lord Corpse Emperor."

Not only that, the corpses of the natives, like walking corpses, got up from the ground, knelt on the ground, and bowed to the young man standing in the air.

The corpses worshiped.

Corpse Emperor?

"How is it possible? Once a person at the level of the Corpse Emperor step into the Qinglong Ruins Realm, the whole world will collapse."

Zhao Shiqi felt the vest was cold, his calves were a little soft, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Xiao Hei's hair stood up all over his body and said, "It's not necessarily true, it's really a corpse emperor. However, it should be just a wisp of corpse energy condensed from the corpse emperor's corpse energy, not the true body of the corpse emperor. The true body of the corpse emperor is very likely to be unable to descend to the Qinglong Ruins Realm in the green eyes and blue blood beads."

"Since that's the case, why bother to be afraid of him and kill him directly?" Da Sikong roared.

Xiao Heibai glanced at him and said, "Even if it was just a wisp of corpse energy from the Corpse Emperor, we can't resist it."

Huang Yanchen immediately rushed forward and stood side by side with Zhang Ruochen.

There was a faint smile on the face of the Corpse Emperor, and he said, "Seventy thousand years ago, I had died and thought I would be silent forever. However, I did not expect that under the fertility of the blue eyes and blood beads, the body had a new consciousness and had the opportunity to live for a lifetime."

"Seventy thousand years ago..."

Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes and calculated it. Suddenly, his expression shook and he guessed the identity of the corpse emperor.

I'm afraid that the only big man who died 70,000 years ago is the only one.

"Wow—"
To be continued...