"What a powerful creature, in such a short time, he actually killed a saint of the Tongtian Realm."

Zhang Ruochen walked to the corpse of the Tongtian Realm of the Four Elephant Sect and stared at the bloody corpse. He saw a black evil spirit of death covering it and could not touch it at all.

"Wow—"

With the wave of the sleeves, a holy energy surged out to dispel the evil spirit of death.

Zhang Ruochen picked up a red holy sword from the corpse's hand and squeezed it into his hand. He could feel the scorching aura in the holy sword.

There seems to be a mountain of flames hidden in the sword body.

"Good sword."

The Chenyuan Ancient Sword cannot be used for the time being, so Zhang Ruochen lacks a holy sword.

A powerful holy sword is enough to make his combat power stronger.

This red holy sword, called the Fire Luan Sword, reaches the level of the Thousand Pattern Holy Artifact, and is considered a famous sword.

“Great.”

Suddenly, only half of the body was left, and suddenly opened his eyes, revealing two blood-filled eyeballs, their eyes full of tyrannical aura, flew up from the ground and pounced on Zhang Ruochen's neck.

"Thorn."?

Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and dragged out a stream of flames, cut half of the corpse into two halves, and flew out to the left and right sides.

The female Saint Liu Li showed a look of surprise and doubt, and said, "He is already dead, and he can still attack. Could it be that the holy soul has not dissipated and is driving the body?"

"It's not the holy soul, it's the evil spirit of death."

Zhang Ruochen recalled some things he had encountered in his mind. Once he was exposed to the evil spirit of death, the monk either rotted his whole body and died, or lost his mind, became violent, bloodthirsty, and had only killing in his heart.

What kind of power is the evil spirit of death?

Really from outside the Kunlun Realm?

Unless you capture the black figure alive, it will be difficult to know the answer.

Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, no longer thought about it, walked to one of the corpses, dug out the holy source, and put it into his sleeve.

"So terrible, what kind of creature is he?"

"Is he the undead?"

At this moment, the two saints of the Constellation Cult and the Yao family, with horror on their faces, escaped from the Hanging Island, and were injured, rushed outside the space bubble, ready to escape.

"That black figure is really that powerful? Faced with a strong enemy like Canglan Martial Saint, he was even distracted from fighting three saints in the Tongtian Realm who died and injured one or two.”

Zhang Ruochen's heart was dark and rushed to the Hanging Island with the six female saints.

At the same time, he instructed Qingmo to stay on the ground and not to venture on the Hanging Island, to find a hidden place to hide and wait for an opportunity to take action.

The two saints of the Tongtian Realm looked at the figures of Zhang Ruochen and the six female saints, shook their heads and said to themselves: "Young people are brave. With the powerful strength of that black figure, how can they compete with it. It is wise to escape quickly."

"Boom."

The small world where the space bubbles were located shook violently, and then two blood clouds flew in, making the entire sky turn red, as if blood could drip out.

The two bloody men of the heavens rushed out of the blood cloud and flew down.

The injuries of the Four Swords Blood Saint have recovered. Each of the four hands holds a sword, and a sword intent gushed out of his body. Suddenly, most of the small world was covered with sword energy, making harsh sword sounds.

The Blood Saint of Misty Wind laughed, and threw out a chain as thick as a bucket on both hands, like two steel dragons, stopping the two human race's Tongtian Realm Saints who were about to escape and said, "Since you have come, why are you going?"

The Four Swords Blood Saint looked at the thousands of leaves hanging from the hanging island, and the fiery light appeared in his eyes. His hands moved together. Suddenly, four holy swords flew out at the same time, forming four long rivers of sword energy, slashed on the hanging island, trying to break the island with brute force and take away the Qianye Holy Core Grass.

"Bang bang."

Under the attack of the four swords, a huge light shield appeared on the outer side of the Hanging Island to block the sword energy.

"There is actually a formation to protect it." The Four Swords Blood Saint stepped on the four swords and turned into a blood-colored light, landing on the island with great force.

There was already chaos on the hanging island. Zhang Ruochen and six female saints formed a sword formation and were cooperating with Canglan Martial Saint to deal with the black figure, causing the ancient buildings on the island to continue to shatter.

The Four Swords Blood Saint rushed directly to the center of the Qianye Holy Core Grass. As long as it digs out its roots, it can be taken away.

"A mere immortal blood clan dares to seize the Qianye Holy Core Grass in front of me and seek death." The black figure turned into a black airflow, rushed out of the sword formation, stretched out a metal palm, and slashed downwards.

The Four Swords Blood Saint hit the metal palm with a backhanded sword.

However, the metal palm carries infinite power, which makes the holy sword in the hands of the Four Swords Blood Saints continue to sink. At the same time, there is also a biting evil spirit of death that flows through the sword body toward the Four Swords Blood Saints.

"You are... the dead clan..."? The face of the Four Sword Blood Saint changed drastically. He quickly abandoned the holy sword in his hand and quickly retreated backwards. After stabilizing his steps, he immediately summoned four sword slaves and blocked them in front of him, not daring to let the evil spirit of death approach.

The wind chime sounded.

The black figure fell to the ground, with his hands behind his back, making a hoarse voice: "Since you know the dead clan, it means that your immortal blood clan in Kunlun Realm still has some identity. Now follow my orders and help me seize the Qianye Holy Core Grass. In the future, I can remember your contribution."

"Just based on your cultivation, it is not enough to make me surrender. The Qianye Holy Core Grass that have been 100,000 years old is also of great use to our immortal blood clan. How can I give it to you?"

The Four Swords Blood Saint took back the holy sword inserted in the rock, stared at Canglan Martial Saint, and said, "It is not a creature in Kunlun Realm. First, we will kill it, and then compete for the Qianye Holy Core Grass. How about it?"

"good."

The Martial Saint Canglan is not a pedantic person. He made a decision in an instant, preparing to get rid of the unstable factor of black figure first, and then compete with the Immortal Vampire.

She bit her finger, and a drop of bright phoenix blood flew out, landed on the holy sword, and slashed towards the black figure.

"Punish the gods in all directions."

The Four Swords Blood Saint used one person's power to display a sword formation. The four holy swords were arranged in a circle, and then overlapped and hit the black figure's chest.

Zhang Ruochen borrowed the power of the six female saints, pointed his finger and flew out the Fire Luan Sword, forming a fire cloud, slashing from above to the earth.

The black figure is indeed very strong, but it is hard to support it.

"Chichi."

The holy sword carrying phoenix blood slashed the black figure's waist, tearing open a long wound, and blood mist spilled out.

The power contained in phoenix blood made the evil spirit in his body burn.

A muffled voice came from the black figure's mouth and said coldly: "Each of you is a death sentence, and that day will come soon."

"Bang."

The black figure's body spread and opened, turning into a ball of black mist, disappearing without a trace.

In the world, there is only the sound of wind chimes gradually fading away, which is both extremely beautiful and like the sound of death.

After the black figure retreated, the Four Swords Blood Saint immediately turned around and rushed towards the center of the Qianye Holy Core Grass as fast as possible.

The Qianye Holy Core Grass is very huge, and each leaf is thousands of feet long, emitting dazzling rays. The more central it is, the brighter it is. From a distance, it looks like a holy light that can illuminate a world.

The holy energy is getting thicker and denser, and it seems that it will turn into liquid state.

"It is worthy of being a holy medicine that has grown for 100,000 years. It is indeed an supreme treasure. As long as I can swallow it alone, it will be enough to allow me to break through to the realm of the Holy King within ten years."

The Four Swords Blood Saint suppressed the excitement in his heart, stretched out his big hands, and was about to pull out the roots of the Qianye Holy Core Grass.

Suddenly, behind a grass leaf that was more than ten feet wide, a golden mist radiated.

The Four Swords Blood Saint just took a breath and his face changed violently, "Golden Bat Poison! Who is plotting against this Saint?"

"Thorn."? The Four Swords Blood Saint controlled a holy sword, slashed it out, and cut off the grass leaves.

Behind the grass leaf, Gu Songzi's thin figure appeared and smiled sinisterly, "So what if you plot against you? The Qianye Holy Heart Herb is my husband's thing, and the entire medicine garden is my husband's private territory. If you break into this, you should pay the price."

Zhang Ruochen chased behind him and saw the golden poisonous fog floating in the air, and immediately stopped.

This old guy is indeed hiding near the Qianye Holy Heart Grass. Is this move "Mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind"?

Obviously, Gu Songzi knew very well that with his own strength, it was impossible for him to break out of the siege and leave with Qianye Holy Heart Grass.

That's why he hid here and waited until the fight ended before taking action.

Gu Songzi took out a black pill, pinched it between her fingers, and hit Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen took the pill and asked, "What's it?"

"After taking the Nine Dragons and Ten Tiger Pills, your cultivation level can instantly increase tenfold. As long as you help me seize the Qianye Holy Core Grass, after I go out, I will help you heal my wounds." Gu Songzi said.

Zhang Ruochen really didn't believe in Gu Songzi very much, but given his current physical condition and Gu Songzi's situation, the old guy probably wouldn't be lying to him.

After swallowing the pill, Zhang Ruochen was full of expectations. When the medicine power exploded, he would first deal with the two blood generals of the Heaven.

However, after taking the pill, the body did not change at all.

On the other end, the Four Swords Blood Saint seemed decisive and mobilized half of the holy energy in his body to suppress the Golden Bat Poison, waved the Holy Sword again, and slashed towards Gu Songzi.

This old guy is quite abominable, and he must be killed first.

The Holy Sword was only swung halfway, and the Four Swords Blood Saint felt weak afterwards, and his legs became weak, almost kneeling in front of Gu Songzi.?

Gu Songzi smiled and said, "Actually, after I climbed the Hanging Island, I also arranged a colorless and odorless poison. Even if the creatures in the Holy Realm come here, as long as they are stained with the toxins of that poison, they will be weak for at least an hour. Haha!"

How could it be, with the powerful cultivation and vitality of the holy creatures, they can be completely immune to all poisons.

However, Gu Songzi is not an ordinary master of poison use, and his attainment in alchemy has reached the level of a saint.

Not only did the Four Swords Blood Saint curse in his heart, Zhang Ruochen, Canglan Martial Saint, and the six female Saints also wanted to beat Gu Songzi into a pig's head, which was simply too sinister and shameless.

Gu Songzi stared at Zhang Ruochen and said, "Don't worry, you have taken the antidote just now and will not be affected by the poison. I will kill them for me first. After I go out, we will discuss the healing matter."

"..." Zhang Ruochen said.

The so-called Nine Dragons and Ten Tiger Pills turned out to be just an antidote.

Zhang Ruochen had a deeper understanding of Gu Songzi, which was even more pitiful than Xiao Hei and the Drunkard combined. He could not believe any words he said in the future.
Chapter completed!