Zhang Ruochen carefully observed the sword seal on the ground and soon found that the tip of the sword was neither perpendicular nor parallel, but was at an oblique angle, as if it was intentional.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Ruochen released a mental thought, turned into a mental clone, and flew towards the direction pointed by the tip of the sword.

Zhang Ruochen's mental clone was extremely fast, and he flew out of the Xuejue family and arrived at the ancient city of Tianlin.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen appeared on a very wide street.

This street is in a horizontal line with the direction pointed by the sword tip.

There are towers on both sides of the street, which are extremely prosperous, and there are endless monks from the Hell Realm coming and going.

Zhang Ruochen walked forward along the street, and faintly felt a very subtle sense, as if he was being peeked at.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen raised his head, and within his eyes, a charming and enchanting woman came into his eyes, standing in the center of the street, facing the crowd, and walking towards him in a slight shape.

Before this, he did not discover the existence of a charming woman, as if she had appeared out of thin air.

In the blink of an eye, the charming woman walked up to Zhang Ruochen, without saying anything, but showed the smile of a distorted being. She flipped her hands and took out a bead with a faint divine light, twisted it between her fingers, and put it into his hand.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen felt that the entire world had undergone a fundamental change, and all the monks on the street disappeared without a trace, leaving him alone.

He was clearly standing on the street, but he felt like he was in a void and could not sense the existence of the rules of heaven and earth and the holy energy of heaven and earth, and the secret of heaven was completely covered up.

In this case, the connection between Zhang Ruochen and the body was completely cut off.

Just then, Zhang Ruochen felt someone reaching out to pat his shoulder.

Suddenly, the street under Zhang Ruochen disappeared, and a dark abyss appeared. He was completely out of control and fell straight down.

How long after the arrangement has passed, Zhang Ruochen was able to stand firm again.

But at this moment, he was no longer on the street, but in a very simple and elegant room.

As soon as he looked up, Zhang Ruochen saw a Zhuoran figure, carrying his hands on his back and a gentle smile on his face.

"Master."

Zhang Ruochen was stunned, his heartbeat seemed to stop, and then he showed an expression of excitement.

You know, not long ago, Zhang Ruochen was still asking Xueshu to find the whereabouts of Xuan Ji Sword Saint. Who would have thought that he would be able to see Xuan Ji Sword Saint in the world of the Blood Heaven Tribe so soon?

Xuan Ji Sword Saint smiled and said, "Ruochen, it is not easy to meet you in the Hell Realm. The Xuejue family, the three true gods of one clan, don't have any courage, and the master dares not come."

"Master, however, lacks courage. He would not have taken the blame to save me from the hands of tens of billions of dollars."

Zhang Ruochen hurriedly walked forward and bowed to Xuanji Sword Saint, "Disciple, pay homage to Master."

No matter what level of cultivation level he reaches, Zhang Ruochen dared not forget his teacher's kindness.

"There is no need for so many politeness between you and me." Xuan Ji Sword Saint reached out and helped Zhang Ruochen up.

Zhang Ruochen straightened his body and asked, "Did the Master come to the Blood Heaven Tribe world to meet his disciples?"

Xuan Ji Sword Saint nodded and said, "I heard that you have come to the Hell Realm, and immediately rushed over. I wanted to meet you, but I haven't found a suitable opportunity. Today, the Xuejue family held a god-raising banquet. I turned into an immortal blood clan monk and entered the Xuejue family, leaving a vast sword seal outside your residence."

"You are now a special identity, but you are a master and dare not contact you rashly within the Xuejue family. You can only attract you to the ancient city of Tianlin to avoid being noticed by the gods."

Zhang Ruochen understood that if Xuan Ji Sword Saint was not so cautious, he would have been exposed long ago.

After all, Xuan Ji Sword Saint is different from him. He has the identity of an immortal blood clan and can live openly in the hell realm.

But once Xuan Ji Sword Saint is exposed, his situation will be very dangerous. Hell Realm will never allow monks from Kunlun Realm to lurk in the Hell Realm.

"Master, are you doing well in the hell world over the years?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Xuan Ji Sword Saint was silent for a moment, shook his head and smiled, and said, "What is good and what is bad? It's not that good yet. Forget it, let's not talk about these things. But you should have been through hard years. As a teacher, you already know it, and it's hard for you!"

Although he is in the Hell Realm, Xuan Ji Sword Saint has been paying attention to news about Zhang Ruochen. From the merit battlefield of the Ancestral Spirit Realm, Xuan Ji Sword Saint almost knows what happened to Zhang Ruochen.

"Master, I'm sorry, the disciple failed to save the second senior brother, the third senior brother and the fifth senior sister, and watched them die tragically in front of them."

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen lowered his head and showed endless guilt in his eyes. He had already let go of this matter, but when he saw Xuan Ji Sword Saint, he couldn't help but think of it again.

Those scenes seemed to be right in front of you.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's heart became sour and bitter.

The deaths of Zhu Hongtao, Wan Ke and others were eternal pain for him.

Xuan Ji Sword Saint sighed softly, patted his shoulder, and said, "That's not your fault. You don't have to blame yourself. You have never blamed you for your master, and no one will blame you. Haven't you already avenged them?"

Including Huang Yanchen, Xuan Ji Sword Saint only accepted seven disciples in his life.

But until now...

If you say you are not sad, it is impossible.

Xuan Ji Sword Saint's eyes were red, but he took the initiative to squeeze out a smile, looked at him carefully, and said with a smile: "After many years of separation, you have become a great saint, and it is really a matter of things and people. At the beginning, all the disciples, the most favorable thing for the master was you, and you did not disappoint me."

Xuan Ji Sword Saint has no children. In his eyes, Zhang Ruochen is like his child.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen's current achievements, he was filled with joy.

"Master is taking such a big risk and contacting me, there should be something important, right?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
Chapter completed!