Walking out of the mountains and forests, Zhang Ruochen released his mental power, conducted some investigations, and found the battle traces left by the drunkard and Ye Xiaoxiang.

"The drunkard and Gu Songzi did not escape from Xianji Mountain, but instead went to the depths of Xianji Mountain."

Zhang Ruochen was a little surprised and felt it was difficult to understand.

Afterwards, after repeated confirmation, he finally came to the same conclusion.

Whether it was the black figure who claimed to be the "dead clan" or the bone finger that rushed out from the bottom of the Taoist temple, they all went to the depths of Xianji Mountain. It can be seen that there must be huge dangers there.

Where to do what?

"It seems that Shi Qianjue's saint match caused great trouble to the drunkard and Gu Songzi, forcing them to escape to the depths of Xianji Mountain and borrow external forces to fight Ye Xiaoxiang." Zhang Ruochen guessed in his heart.

"No one knows how terrible the power of those dead tribes is. For them, this path may be a life-and-death life."

Qing Mo pursed his lips, as if he had thought of something, and sighed softly: "Young master, the drunkard told me what happened back then."

"Is that so? Let's talk about it." Zhang Ruochen said.

Qing Mo said: "Six hundred years ago, when the drunkard received a message from Gu Songzi, he did immediately return to the Demon Cult's headquarters, preparing to dissuade Shi Qianjue and save Gu Songzi's family. However, he was very unlucky and was intercepted by the Queen on the road. In order to get back alive, he could only kneel down and beg the Queen, and also made a poisonous oath of never killing, never doing evil, and withdrawing from the Demon Cult. However, he was still one step late to go back and could not save anyone."

"It seems that the drunkard endured humiliation and was not as timid as Gu Songzi said." Zhang Ruochen said.

How many grudges are sad.

The fate is ill-fated, but there is nothing to do.

Qingmo frowned with willow-leaf eyebrows and said, "But, I just wonder, why didn't he tell Gu Songzi the truth?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "For a saint, it is more difficult to make him kneel down than to let him die. What's more, the one who kneels is his own enemy of killing his master. If he tells the truth, then the person who feels guilty for the rest of his life is Gu Songzi."

"In other words, the drunkard paid a greater price than life?" Qing Mo asked, feeling ignorant.

"That's right." Zhang Ruochen said.

The battle at the Holy King level, with Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo's current cultivation level, they can't get involved at all. They can't go deep into the Immortal Ji Mountain.

At present, the most important thing to do is to find a safe hiding place and nourish the three meridians to the best state.

Xianji Mountain is indeed dangerous, but it is also an excellent hiding place.

Zhang Ruochen raised his head and saw a towering Lingshan, shaped like a stone elephant, which was the mountain they first entered Xianji Mountain to climb.

On the top of Lingshan Mountain, there is a large area of ​​ancient buildings, with sacred light emitted from it, making people wonder if it is the place where the gods live?

"Let's go, that's where." Zhang Ruochen took Qing Mo and climbed the mountain again.

The golden bat python shrank its body and became only three feet long, sporting the bat wings and flying above Qing Mo's head.

When they approached the top of the mountain, they saw the broken Taoist temple. The ruins of the Taoist temple were divided into two, and in the middle there was a crack that stretched to the ground.

At the beginning, that bone finger rushed out from under the crack of the ground.

"The bone finger was once sealed here, and a Taoist temple suppressed it. What amazing origin does the bone finger have? Who sealed it here? Are there other bone fragments in Xianji Mountain?"

Zhang Ruochen's heart was full of doubts and told Qing Mo to wait for him on the ground. Then, he jumped down to the crack of the ground alone to find clues.

Under the Taoist temple is a twelve-meter-high black stone altar, engraved with ancient words.

However, the black altar had been broken, and Zhang Ruochen found no useful clues on those words, so he had to return to the ground.

"How about it?"

Qing Mo widened his bright eyes, extremely curious, obviously quite interested in the origin of the bone cutting finger.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently and said, "Let's go!"

The ancient building on the top of the mountain is still magnificent and magnificent even after 100,000 years of wind and rain.

You know, even the bone cutting finger dared not break in, which is enough to show that this place must be quite extraordinary.

Outside the blue palace, Zhang Ruochen set up a space maze to prevent the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect, the Immortal Vampire, and the Masters of the Dead Clan will break in.

Walking into the green palace, Qing Mo's eyes turned and said, "Young Master, your cultivation has been restored and you can tear the space apart. You should be able to break through the formation deep in the palace. Should we go in and explore it, it may not be possible, and we will gain great results."

"Walk."

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "Walking on the stone path full of weeds, passing through ancient temples, and coming to a silver maple tree, Zhang Ruochen stopped."

He gently pressed his palm forward.

"Wow—"

A translucent barrier like a water curtain appeared, blocking his palm. White electric patterns flowed on the water curtain barrier and gathered at Zhang Ruochen's palm, forming a counterattack force.

Zhang Ruochen had already prepared for a long time. In an instant, he withdrew his palm and flew backwards, falling three feet away.

The formation here is quite powerful and cannot be broken by using brute force.

"Try it with the space crack."

Zhang Ruochen circulates the holy energy, and at the same time, releases the holy image of space, mobilizes the rules of space with all his strength, and condenses the index finger towards his right hand.

Just as Zhang Ruochen was about to tear apart the space, he suddenly noticed a strange wave of holy energy above his head.

"There is a master of the supreme holy realm standing at the top of the palace."

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the slant of his eyes, immediately changed the trajectory of his fingers, waved upwards, and slashed towards the position where the sacred energy fluctuations were transmitted.

At this moment, a red figure swept down from the top of the palace at a strange and unpredictable speed, changing positions seven times in a row, avoiding the space cracks, and leaving seven figures in the air.

Qingmo sensed the heat waves and energy coming from above, and at the fastest reflection speed, he reached out to get the silver kitchen knife.

However, the other party was faster. He grabbed Qingmo's wrist first, and grabbed Zhu Qingyi, who was held in his hand by Qingmo.

Seeing the red figure about to succeed, Zhang Ruochen suddenly turned into a afterimage and appeared behind her, and a finger sword hit the back of her neck.

The red figure had to shake Qingmo with one palm. Then, two slender index fingers and middle fingers stretched out, and they also pinched into finger swords, colliding with the finger swords that Zhang Ruochen made.

"Bang bang."

They are all pointing to the sword, and they are thirteen moves in a row.

The two finger swords collided violently, and countless sword energy flew out, leaving holes on the palace walls of the two stone paths.

Then, the two separated quickly.

By the time Zhang Ruochen calmed down, the red figure had retreated to the end of the stone path and stood more than twenty feet away.

The whole process happened between lightning and flint, and it was less than a breath. However, Zhu Qingyi had been taken away.

Immediately afterwards, six white-feathered female saints rushed out in a row and stood behind the red figure.

Zhang Ruochen finally saw the red figure's face clearly, but he was not angry and said calmly: "Is this how the Martial Saint Canglan returns favors?"

Canglan Martial Saint held Zhu Qingyi, and a proud look in his phoenix eyes, and smiled sweetly: "I am hiding in the green palace, but you didn't notice me. In other words, I can assassinate you at any time, but I didn't do that. Isn't this considered repaying favors?"

It is obviously not what a smart person should do.

Zhang Ruochen was too lazy to argue with Canglan Martial Saint, so he could only blame himself for being too careless and should be more careful.

In the blue palace, there is a mysterious force that can suppress the spiritual power and perception of the cultivator. Otherwise, Zhang Ruochen would definitely be able to discover the Canglan Martial Saint in advance.

"You have already entered this green palace?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The Martial Saint Canglan was in a very good mood and said, "Do you think that only you find this place extraordinary? This palace can prevent the evil shadow of the bone cutting finger from entering, so it must be a treasure that restrains the bone cutting finger and the dead clan."

"But you can't break the formation here and are blocked outside." Zhang Ruochen said.

"That's right."

Canglan Martial Saint put away the smile on his face, feeling a little uncomfortable, obviously because he had stopped frustration.

"Maybe I can break the formation here."

Zhang Ruochen waved his hand gently, and a half-foot-long hole was cracked in the space not far away, saying, "If you want me to take you in, you have to return Zhu Qingyi to me first and apologize to me."

"Are you crazy? You actually think that the head of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl will bow your head to apologize to a court resentful criminal?"

The Martial Saint Canglan raised his snow-white chin and exposed a slender and sexy neck, and he did not intend to compromise at all.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The Martial Saint Canglan, the head of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman, actually attacked two cultivators with a lower level than her from behind. Once it was spread, it would probably become a laughing stock of cultivators in the world, right?"

Canglan Martial Saint frowned with dark eyebrows and said solemnly: "The dead people come from outside the territory, and the threat to the human race may not necessarily be greater than the immortal blood race. The treasures deep in the blue palace that can restrain them must be controlled by the court in order to play their greatest role. Zhang Ruochen, for the sake of justice, we should abandon our past grudges, break in together, and take it out. In the future, I will report your contribution to the queen, not necessarily..."

Hearing the word "Queen", Zhang Ruochen's eyes sank, interrupting her, saying, "For the sake of justice, you should return the person to me first and then apologize to me."

The Martial Saint Canglan grinded his teeth hard and was very angry. She had a good impression of Zhang Ruochen. If Zhang Ruochen could cooperate with her to take out the treasure deep in the blue palace, in the future, even if she took the risk of angering the queen, she would report this credit to offset the guilt Zhang Ruochen had committed.

However, Zhang Ruochen did not cooperate at all, and asked her to lower her head to apologize and admit that she had done something wrong!

Who is she? She is the leader of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl, the lofty Martial Saint Canglan, not a little girl like Qing Mo, and she also wants to be ashamed.

The six female saints were also a little stunned, thinking that Zhang Ruochen had eaten the courage of Xiong Xin.

However, for some reason, they did not feel disgusted or hostile to Zhang Ruochen. Instead, they laughed in their hearts, feeling that Lord Wu Sheng was going to suffer another loss this time.

At the same time, there was also some curiosity, who would compromise in the end?
Chapter completed!