Zhang Ruochen took out a space exquisite ball and opened the world door to the inner world.

Then, nearly a hundred beautiful female saints walked out of the world's gate.

There are eight space exquisite balls, and there is a huge planet inside each.

Zhang Ruochen selected four space exquisite balls with livable planets inside and handed them to the Elephant-Swallowing Rabbit, Demon Ape, Food Saint Flower, and Evil Chengzi, and asked them to lead the female saints to act separately and pick up the civilians and warriors in Yunwu County as quickly as possible.

The reason why Zhang Ruochen did not use the Qiankun Realm was that there must be holy cultivators from the Heavenly Court Realm in Yunwu County. Zhang Ruochen was worried that they would sneak into the Qiankun Realm and discover the secret inside.

Second, Zhang Ruochen's energy alone is limited after all. The masters of the Holy King Realm of the Temple of the Secret Temple may come at any time. If Zhang Ruochen cannot be found, it is not impossible to massacre the city in anger.

Besides, in addition to the Temple of the Ghost, the Temple of Blood War, the Temple of Merit, the Black Demon Realm, and even the Hell Realm, there are countless forces who want to deal with Zhang Ruochen. If you know that he appears in Yunwu County, it will definitely cause bloody storms.

Zhang Ruochen took out the wooden stick of the divine messenger, dragged his heavy left leg, and walked into an ancient mountain outside the royal city.

That ancient mountain is called "Wangshan".

Prince Yunwu was buried in Wangshan.

In any case, Prince Yunwu is also the father of Zhang Ruochen in this life, so Zhang Ruochen planned to move his tomb into the Qiankun Realm and be buried again.

The little Taoist Zhenmiao followed Zhang Ruochen, looked at his left leg, stepped out one footprint after another on the ground, and said with a tsk: "Your left leg is really a divine leg? Why do I feel that you are really lame!"

"Do you want to try it?" Zhang Ruochen stared at it.

"Forget it! Forget it!"

The Taoist Zhenmiao quickly shook his head, not daring to try, and set a distance with Zhang Ruochen and rushed towards the depths of Wangshan first.

After a while, the little Taoist Zhenmiao rushed back with a purple tree root as thick as a bowl, shouted from afar: "Zhang Ruochen, what did I find? It's really incredible that such a rare treasure can be found in such a remote and barren place."

Before Zhang Ruochen could take a closer look, he smelled a strong fragrance of medicine and felt a holy aura of heaven and earth coming to his face.

The three-foot-long purple tree roots are a seedling as tall as a finger on the top, with two small leaves. The roots are like an amethyst gem, shining with dazzling liquid flowing inside.

"Qiong's spiritual roots are still purple, which means that it has been 70,000 years old?" Zhang Ruochen was shocked.

It was not the first time Wang Shan, and he never expected that there was such a treasure in the mountains.

wrong.

Holy medicines cannot grow anywhere.

The longer the holy medicine, the higher the requirements for the soil.

The 70,000-year holy medicine, even the top sect in Kunlun world, cannot be cultivated. How could Yunwu County be born? A rare treasure of this level?

"Perhaps this strange phenomenon occurs because the Kunlun Realm begins to recover."

Zhang Ruochen took out the ancient sword of Chenyuan, broke through Qiong's spiritual roots, and drank it with Zhenmiao Xiaodaoist. After a while, purple light emitted from their skin, and they got a lot of benefits.

Especially the intensity of mental power has increased a lot.

On the way, the Zhenmiao Taoist dug out five more holy medicines, which made Zhang Ruochen amazed and felt incredible.

The small Wangshan has nurtured so many holy medicines. In other holy lands of Lingshan, aren’t there more holy medicines?

However, Wang Shan seems to have become much bigger and not small.

The little Taoist Zhenmiao felt puzzled and said, "Are you sure this mountain has only occupied two hundred miles? Why do I feel that I have walked more than six hundred miles?"

Zhang Ruochen frowned and stopped.

"Boom."

He kicked his left foot, rushed up and landed on the top of a hill not far away.

Opening the sky eye between his eyebrows, Zhang Ruochen looked deep into Wang Shan. After a moment, his face became a little solemn, and he said, "It's interesting, there is actually a folding space in Wang Shan. As the Kunlun Realm recovers, the folding space opens. My sky eye was blocked by a layer of strange power, and I can't see the end of Wang Shan."

In the past, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation was too low, and even if he encountered a folding space, he could not see any clues, so naturally he did not discover Wang Shan's secret.

The Taoist Zhenmiao jumped out and said, "You Zhang family ancestors really know how to choose a place. They just chose a cemetery, all in the folding space."

A pair of dragon wings spread out on Zhang Ruochen's back. As soon as he wanted to take off, he fell to the ground.

His left leg was too heavy, which made him unable to fly at all.

In the end, Zhang Ruochen used space movement and did not fall to the ground.

"Damn it."

Zhang Ruochen slapped his left leg, and then he used a large space movement to rush deep into Wangshan. After traveling about a thousand miles, Zhang Ruochen found the tomb forest built by the royal family of Yunwu County.

Found the tomb of Prince Yunwu and moved it into the Qiankun Realm.

After thinking about it, Zhang Ruochen looked at the tombs of the ancestors of the Zhang family again, and finally decided to move all the ancient tombs away.

Suddenly, the ground trembled slightly, and a gap was cracked.

"What's the situation? I understand that you must be cautious when relocating the tombs of ancestors. You must first sacrifice, burn paper money, and engrave inscriptions. For such a big thing, you start doing it so recklessly, which will definitely anger your ancestors." Zhenmiao Xiaodaoist said seriously.

Zhang Ruochen didn't believe this at all, so he carefully observed the cracks on the ground.

I saw a rich holy energy radiating from the crack, with a large number of rules of heaven and earth squirting outwards. An extremely ancient aura surged out and filled the surrounding world.

"Rumbling."

The ground vibrated violently again, and the crack became two feet wide.

The holy energy of heaven and earth and the rules of heaven and earth are constantly swelling, causing strange phenomena to occur in the sky, and a blue light river appears, traversing the east and west sky.

At the same time, the ancient tombs of the Zhang family began to emit blue smoke.

There are blue and blue holy flowers that grow rapidly and quickly fill the cemetery, forming an endless sea of ​​flowers.

Every holy flower is at least ten thousand years old.

As the storm of heaven and earth becomes stronger and stronger, the rules of heaven and earth become more dense and mysterious. Some of the holy flowers grow rapidly in the years, bloom more and more gorgeously, and the brilliance emitted becomes more dazzling.

Zhang Ruochen and Zhenmiao Taoist were both shocked. Unexpectedly, they could witness such a strange scene with their own eyes.

In the crack of the ground, an old man who was dressed in a very bad manner suddenly crawled out.

"Ghost!"

The Taoist squealed.

Zhang Ruochen glared at it and said, "At the Fengshentai, you have never seen any demons and monsters, what are you pretending to be?"

"Yes! I am so profound, what are you afraid of?"

The little Taoist Zhenmiao walked towards the old man, swung his small fist, shouted "I'll hit" in his mouth, and punched him out, knocking him out, knocking him out and falling dozens of feet away.

"Oh, who killed me... I actually hit the old man... My waist... I broke. Oh, I beat someone to death. Is anyone here to save me..."

Screams came from the sea of ​​flowers.

"It's not a thousand-year-old corpse, but a living one?" Zhenmiao Taoist was stunned.

Zhang Ruochen immediately rushed over and used his mental power to investigate, confirming that the old man was indeed a living person. He quickly took out a healing pill and prepared to take it to the old man.

As soon as he squatted down, Zhang Ruochen smelled a strange smell. I don’t know how long he had been underground.

Zhang Ruochen resisted the stench and fed the holy pill into the old man's mouth.

Standing up, Zhang Ruochen carefully observed the old man. He was in his seventies, with skinny hair, covered with dirty white hair. I don’t know how long it took to take a shower or change clothes. There was a thick layer of old mud on his skin, and the clothes on his body were even rotten like turf.

If not, his life was indeed a living person, Zhang Ruochen would definitely think that he was a mummy buried underground for tens of thousands of years.

"Old man, aren't you better?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

"Oh, it still hurts. If you hit someone, you must be responsible and you cannot abuse the elderly."

The old man rolled on the ground and cried in pain.

A look of confusion appeared in Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

You know, Lin Jingye took the same healing pill, and even his broken legs grew back. The old man on the ground was also at the level of the Heavenly Realm. How could he not improve at all after taking the holy pill?

Zhang Ruochen became alert and asked, "Old man, why did you crawl out from the ground?"

The old man's eyes rolled under his eyelids and said, "I am a tomb robber. I see many large tombs here, so of course I have to go down and make some money."

"Tomb robber?"

A black line appeared on Zhang Ruochen's forehead and he said coldly: "Do you know that the tombs here are all buried by my ancestors?"

The old man was slightly stunned, and his waist seemed to be no longer hurting. He looked at Zhang Ruochen carefully and asked, "Young man, what's your name?"

"Zhang Ruochen."

Zhang Ruochen lifted up the wooden stick of the divine messenger and began to roll up his sleeves, revealing half of his arm.

"The surname is Zhang, a good surname. My husband also has Zhang...why...young man...what are you doing?"

Zhang Ruochen raised the wooden stick of the divine messenger and beat it down with a stick, and a "bang bang" sound came out.

"Grave robbers, right? I came to my house and stole some good things. Take them out and take them out."

"Oh, I've hit the old man. I've been killed by someone. I'm almost beaten to death... Little brother, I haven't stole anything, and there's nothing... Help, I've hit the old man to death..."

The old man got up from the ground and ran away.

A glimmer flashed in Zhang Ruochen's eyes, and he felt more and more that this old guy was not simple.

Just now, when he waved the magic envoy's wooden stick, he kept increasing his strength. With the last stick, he could probably kill the semi-saint. However, the old man was not injured except for screaming, but instead ran faster than the rabbit.

Something interesting.
Chapter completed!