Concubine Lin trembled slightly as if she was electrocuted and turned slowly.

When her eyes fell on Zhang Ruochen, her body trembled even more violently, but she seemed to feel that it was her own hallucination, and she withdrew her gaze and shook her head and sighed.

Kong Xuan stood beside Concubine Lin and had grown into a beautiful and charming beauty. Seeing Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen's figures, his pretty face was full of joy, and he helped Concubine Lin stand up.

"Madam, it's really the young master who is back. Look, it's not an illusion, it's really not an illusion."

Zhang Ruochen walked to Lin Fei, his eyes were extremely sour, and he kept her tightly. He had thousands of words in his heart to tell, but he didn't know how to start. Finally, he turned into a sentence: "Mother, Chen'er is back to pick you up, and we will never be separated again."

"Chen'er... It's good to come back, it's good to come back..."

Concubine Lin felt like she was dreaming, very unreal, and hugged Zhang Ruochen desperately, for fear that he would disappear again the next moment.

The mother and son gathered together and talked endlessly to each other until Qingmo and Huang Yanchen prepared supper, they walked out of the room and came to the canteen.

"Kong Xuan, you sit down and have a meal. If you don't taste Qingmo's cooking skills, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life." Zhang Ruochen said with a smile.

Kong Xuan's cultivation level had reached the semi-saint level, but he was still loyal to Concubine Lin and was a maid.

It is precisely because of her care that Concubine Lin can walk out of sadness and crying again and again.

Therefore, Zhang Ruochen did not regard her as a maid, but as half of his disciple.

"Thank you, my son."

Kong Xuan bowed to Zhang Ruochen in a sacred manner, and then sat down.

After a long separation, Zhang Ruochen only felt extremely happy and hoped that he could continue like this and never pay attention to the disputes and revenge in the world.

However, peace is not that easy, and disputes are inevitable.

Under the night, a strong murderous intent surged in.

"call!"

A gust of cold wind hangs outside Jiezi Mansion.

A series of black figures appeared and stood in the shadows.

One of the old men with a pale face, holding a dark red holy staff, staring at the brightly lit Jiezi Mansion, and said, "The Spirit King Saint Ancestor has restrained Ling Feiyu. Tonight is the best time for us to take action. In any case, Zhang Ruochen's mother must be captured."

"However, the news from the Northern Region that Zhang Ruochen's three veins were not abolished, but his cultivation level increased sharply. Even people like Qi Zhenhuan and the Flush Blood Saint were killed by him. If we capture his mother, wouldn't we provoke a great enemy?" A younger monk said with some concern.

"What do you know? Zhang Ruochen has long been the mortal enemy of our two tribes. Only by eliminating him can you completely avoid worries. How strong can Zhang Ruochen be? How strong can he be, can he compare to the Spirit King Saint Ancestor? Can he compare to the Destiny Corpse Emperor?"

The old man scolded and said, "Anyway, Princess Yinchan has already spoken. If this action fails again, all of us will be refined into ghost servants."

All the black figures trembled, and then a strong cold air emanated from them.

The old man waved the holy staff in his hand, and thousands of ghost shadows flew out, condensed into a foggy wind, rushing towards the direction of Jiezi Mansion.

The spirit lamp in Jiezi Mansion shook violently and then went out.

The soldiers guarding Jiezi Mansion just noticed something was wrong, and ghosts rushed into their bodies and occupied their bodies.

In an instant, all the soldiers were stationed in place, becoming motionless, with a dull expression, as if they had been hit by evil spirits.

"Swish."

The monks of the ancient ghost-raising tribe and the ancient corpse-driven tribe turned into shadows, and the gods rushed into the Zhenzi Mansion without knowing it.

In the canteen, everyone was having a meal.

Huang Yanchen's eyes stared at the shaking lights, and noticed that an enemy had entered Jiezi Mansion and said coldly: "Brother Chen, I'll go out to welcome guests."

"Stay here to tell my mother about the interesting things we encountered in the Qinglong Ruins Realm, Yin and Yang Sea, and Northern Region, and I will welcome them."

Zhang Ruochen gently patted Huang Yanchen's shoulder and signaled her to sit down. Then, he smiled at Lin Fei, who was a little uneasy, and then walked out of the canteen.

Standing on the stone stairs, Zhang Ruochen turned around, faced the canteen, and stretched out a palm.

The deep mental power surged out from the palm of your hand, forming a sound-insulating barrier that completely wrapped the canteen.

"Look, there is a figure standing outside the canteen."

"As long as it is not Zhang Ruochen's mother, the rest of the idle people will be destroyed."

Two black figures, like ghosts, flew down from an eaves, and waved their swords at the same time, slashing at Zhang Ruochen from two rather tricky angles.

"Bang bang."

Before their swords could be slashed on Zhang Ruochen's body, their body automatically burst and turned into two blood mists.

Zhang Ruochen was extremely angry. The ancient tribe of raising ghosts and the ancient tribe of driving corpses were so brave that he really dared to come and capture his mother. If he hadn't come back in advance, wouldn't it be that they would have succeeded?

It seems that I have to teach them a painful lesson.

"There are also masters who are protecting Zhang Ruochen's mother."

Seeing two tribe members with strong cultivation levels die tragically, monks from the ancient ghost-raising tribe and the ancient corpse-driven tribe rushed over, some standing in the courtyard, and some standing on the roof, surrounding Zhang Ruochen.

"Just a young man, not to be afraid."

A bald old man smiled disdainfully, holding a bell in his hand, shaking it hard.

"Ding Ding."

Behind him, four and a half holy war corpses rushed out, wearing armor and holding blood swords. The corpse energy emitted was corrosive, causing the trees and flowers and plants in Jiezi Mansion to wither.

Zhang Ruochen snorted lightly, pressed his palm in the void, and a holy energy surged out.

Then, four and a half holy war corpses stopped in the air, and their bodies burst into pieces and turned into yellow sand, flowing out of their armor, and sprinkling on the ground.

Only four empty armors were left, falling to the ground.

"Oh my God, it's a saint."

The monks of the ancient ghost-raising tribe and the ancient corpse-driven tribe all sucked in the cold air.

Especially the bald old man was frightened and couldn't help but retreat and wanted to escape.

Zhang Ruochen pointed his finger and a sword wave flew out, hitting the bald old man's eyebrows. With a bang, his entire head burst open.

An old man with a slightly sallow complexion, holding a dark red holy staff, and controlling the gloomy wind, appeared above the canteen.

Seeing the old man appear, the monks of both tribes were relieved and all bowed and bowed: "Greetings to Elder Li Sheng."

Elder Li Sheng's eyes were fixed on Zhang Ruochen, and his voice was gloomy: "Boy, you'd better not meddle in other people's business. If you go against the ancient tribe of corpses and the ancient tribe of raising ghosts, there will be no good ending."

Zhang Ruochen glanced at him and said, "Who is the Lord? Tell me, I can give you a complete body."

The monks of the two tribes all felt that the young man in front of him was so crazy that he dared to say such words in the face of a holy elder.

Elder Li Sheng saw Zhang Ruochen's cold eyes and felt a trembling heart. He realized that the young man in front of him was not simple, and said vigilantly: "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Can't you recognize that I am the one you are going to deal with." Zhang Ruochen dissipated his mental power and revealed his true face.

"Zhang Ruochen."

A large number of horror sounded.

Now, Zhang Ruochen's reputation spread all over the world. He is no longer the junior who was once slaughtered by others. Just the identity of the leader of the Blood God Sect, he can scare countless monks to death.

The monks of the ancient ghost-raising tribe and the ancient corpse-driven tribe were frightened and fled one after another, regretting coming to Jiezi Mansion. Elder Li Sheng was no exception. He tried his best to escape, but he did not dare to fight Zhang Ruochen. Their cultivation was apart from one hundred and eight thousand miles apart.

"I still want to leave?"

Zhang Ruochen did not take action at all, but just released his holy power and enveloped the entire Jiezi Mansion.

All the monks of the ancient ghost-raising tribe and the ancient corpse-driven tribe were suppressed and knelt on the ground. None of them could stand, and some of them fainted.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen stretched out a palm and grabbed it from the air.

A large handprint dozens of feet long appeared, capturing Elder Li Sheng who fled to the edge of Jiezi Mansion, dragged it back and suppressed it in the large handprint.

Zhang Ruochen walked to Elder Li Sheng with his hands on his back and expressionlessly, saying, "Tell me, who is the Lord? Where are they?"

"Zhang Ruochen, you'd better let this elder go, otherwise your fate will be very miserable." Elder Li Sheng roared.

Zhang Ruochen stopped asking him, stretched out a hand and pressed towards Elder Li Sheng's eyebrows, preparing to seize his memory and find the answer personally.

Elder Li Sheng obviously knew Zhang Ruochen's purpose, so he mobilized the holy energy and rushed into the holy source. The next moment, a devastating force surged out of his body.

"I actually exploded the holy source."

Zhang Ruochen frowned and quickly retreated. At the same time, he pointed his finger forward and smashed the space near Elder Li Sheng, forming a broken space zone.

Elder Li Sheng’s holy body was swallowed by space.

After self-destructing the holy source, the space only trembled slightly, and did not cause much destructive power.

Then, Zhang Ruochen began to question other cultivators, but unfortunately their cultivation was too low and they knew very little, so they did not ask too much valuable things.

It was just a matter of certainty that they were all obeying Feng Yinchan. Moreover, there seemed to be many holy masters sent by the two tribes to the Central Imperial City. They not only came to capture Concubine Lin, but also came to make friends with some powerful people in the court.

"Feng Yinchan, you didn't kill you in the Qinglong Ruins Realm, but you caused me a lot of trouble. This time, I will not leave you a way out. Even if the Emperor of Destiny protects you again, I will kill you." Zhang Ruochen's eyes shone coldly.

In the Qinglongxu Realm, Emperor Tianming was reborn as the body of the corpse emperor, lived in the second life, negotiated with Zhang Ruochen, and saved Feng Yinchan's life. Otherwise, she would have died in the Qinglongxu Realm.

All the monks of the ancient tribe who drove away corpses and the ancient tribe who raised ghosts were killed and crushed into ashes.

Then, Zhang Ruochen took out the relics of the Buddha Emperor and flew around the Jiezi Mansion. All the ghosts that invaded the body of the guards were purified.

The guards didn't know what happened, and thought they had just lost their mind for a moment, but didn't take it to heart, so they started patrolling and standing guard again.

Zhang Ruochen pushed open the door of the canteen, walked in with a smile, sat back on the seat, and smiled and said, "Mother, how are you talking to Yanchen? Things in Qinglongxu Realm, Yin and Yang Sea, and Northern Region are still very interesting. Wherever there is any danger, it is just those people talking nonsense."
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