The sun is scorching like fire, and the cicadas in the forest are endless.

Under the shade of green, Zhang Ruochen held two leaves in his hand and taught the two children how to make tricks. Then, he caught the summer cicada and tied a thin rope to his front foot to walk the cicada, which made them laugh endlessly.

These two children, whose surname is Liu, are descendants of the 9th County Lord Zhang Yuxi, and are already very great-grandchildren.

They had been playing like this all morning.

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far away.

Kong Xuan asked: "Your Highness is already a top figure in the world. I don't know how many major things are waiting for him to do, but why did he waste his time on two children? Could it be that a great saint who plays with two children will have real fun?"

Kong Lanyou stood under the tree holding a bamboo flute, with her white hair swaying in the breeze, and said, "Maybe he has always had a innocent heart, but for various reasons, this heart has been hidden deep for too long."

"Or maybe he is enlightening and looking for his true heart. When you see him laughing, it means he is really laughing. Facing two children, there is no need to hide his true emotions, and there is no need to show anyone."

"I think he is the happiest time at this moment. There is no need to kill, no need to disguise and hide, no need to force himself."

When the two children left, Zhang Ruochen used the first-grade holy will to mobilize the power of heaven and earth to personally cleanse their marrow and refine their bodies.

His holy will is equal to the way of heaven. After washing the marrow and refining the body, his body will be very in line with the world, and the future path of cultivation will surely be smoother.

"Go back quickly, it's time to have lunch, don't let your family wait for a long time."

Zhang Ruochen waved goodbye to them.

Looking at the two children walking the cicadas, Zhang Ruochen smiled knowingly, and suddenly understood the true meaning of life and the true meaning of time. Some time has indeed been lost, and some people are indeed gone, but the inheritance of life can continue.

Whether it is a mortal or a monk, all you can do is cherish the present.

Just like the cicadas chirping at this moment, the breeze at this moment.

...

In the next few days, Zhang Ruochen stayed in the Mingzong and set up three time formations to help the disciples in the sect practice. He also chose an auspicious day to bury his mother next to the tomb of Prince Yunwu.

Then, Zhang Ruochen went to the depths of Wangshan alone.

After the Kunlun Realm was completely revived, the folding space in Wangshan was completely unfolded, and the holy mountains were one after another, with the underground divine veins flowing, and the revival of medieval and ancient divine patterns. It is not easy to break in.

This mountain is comparable to the divine land.

The first factor was that the Mingzong was able to develop to its current scale in just a thousand years, and the massive cultivation resources in Wangshan were the most important factor.

Before he arrived at the ancestral land, Zhang Ruochen heard an old voice coming from behind him: "Boy, you are finally back, hehe!"

Zhang Ruochen was surprised. With his current mental strength, there was still someone who could appear behind him silently, conceal his perceptions.

What does this mean?

Zhang Ruochen turned around and saw a thin old man standing next to the stream, staring at him with a smile.

The other party saw through his true body.

Next to the old man, there was a fat rabbit that was even bigger than him. His belly was like a ball, and his whole body was filled with demonic energy. His pair of blood-amber-like eyes stared at Zhang Ruochen and said with some uncertainty: "Mr. Chen?"

"Poat."

"Master Chen, you are finally back, where is Master Hei? Master Hei has been gone forever for a thousand years."

The elephant-swalking rabbit ran towards Zhang Ruochen and almost knocked him into the holy stream.

After a while.

Zhang Ruochen walked towards the old man and knew that he was likely to be a god. Therefore, he bowed and said, "I have seen you senior."

"Senior? Call it ancestor."

The old man rolled up his sleeves and circled around Zhang Ruochen. His deep and concave eyes looked him up and down, nodding from time to time.

This old man crawled out from the underground of his ancestral land, and it is very likely that he was an ancestor of the Zhang family. However, his style was not as respectful as an ancestor that he should have. Zhang Ruochen really couldn't call this "ancestor".

The old man grabbed his hair and said, "It's interesting. The bloodline of the Immortal Blood Clan actually merged with the bloodline of my old Zhang family. Moreover, your body has completely reached the state of innate chaos, almost in line with the way of heaven. What kind of great adventure did you get in the hell realm?"

"Some adventures...what are you going to do?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The old man grabbed Zhang Ruochen's right arm with one hand and took out a dagger with the other. Before Zhang Ruochen could fight back, the dagger had already cut a blood mark on his wrist.

The old man leaned over with his nose and sniffed it carefully.

Zhang Ruochen pulled his arm back, stepped back, and said, "Are you perverted? What are you doing?"

The old man's eyes lit up and said, "Your blood is good and it's very suitable for elixirs. Why not give it a few liters to your ancestors? I won't want your blood for nothing, and I'll use elixirs."

"You don't even think about it." Zhang Ruochen said.

The old man grabbed his hair, his eyes rolling.

Zhang Ruochen saw that he was planning to make a mistake and might be strong. He immediately said: "Our Zhang family's children are descendants of Dazun. Dazun's life is so glorious. As a descendant, he should be open and honest."

The old man's expression changed, and then he looked up at the sky and said with an extraordinary temperament: "That's right, just like I'm always open and honest in my life. Boy, I'm the most reasonable person and will never force you. Let's give you a price, how can you sell your blood?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Are you sure you don't force others? Over the past thousand years, the Zhang family's children have been persecuted by you."

"What? Who was persecuted?"

The old man was anxious and said, "What was the Zhang family going to be like a thousand years ago? Look at this thousand, with my efforts, there are more and more descendants of the Zhang family. Although they are not as many as they were at their peak, they are finally developing on the positive side."

"It's a pity that the few who are responsible for inheriting the family lineage are too weak, and there are not many good seedlings of the younger generations who have developed it."

"I was relieved that you kid could come back alive."

"It's okay not to bleed, but at least one thousand children must be born, no, ten thousand children."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and walked towards the depths of Wangshan.

"I'm still so stubborn. This time, I can't let you go easily."

The old man whispered, then followed and said, "Everyone has the responsibility to fall in the family. If you want to prosper, you must first reproduce. Sometimes, you naturally have to use some extraordinary means. I don't expect that on the day of my death, but I haven't even cultivated a god who can support the family. What an unfortunate thing is that?"

The old man said sadly: "My lifespan is not much, I guess I can't stand this year. Ruochen, you are the only junior of the Zhang family who may reach the divine realm. You are so pitiful to me, a bad old man. Before I could get buried, I would let me see that among the juniors of the Zhang family, more geniuses with the talent of becoming gods were born. Is it okay?"

Can't stand this year?

It is strange that Zhang Ruochen believes that he is.

Seeing that Zhang Ruochen was not touched at all, the old man was so angry that he stomped his feet hard, pointed at his back, and said, "Zhang Ruochen, you have wasted your talent! You don't understand at all that your strongest power is not your cultivation level, but your children who have not been born yet."

"Let's calculate it. If you give birth to ten thousand children and I have trained them since childhood, at least one tenth of them can have the resources to become gods, which is one thousand. Among these thousand, one tenth may be able to truly reach the realm of gods, which is one hundred gods."

"Your ten thousand children can give birth to more children, and there must be many of them who have the resources to become gods."

"As long as you work harder, I can guarantee that within ten thousand years, a hundred gods will be born in the Zhang family. After one Yuanhui, you will push the Kunlun realm. After three Yuanhui, you will crush the heavenly realm. After five Yuanhui, you will use the power of one clan to suppress the ten clans of hell."

"At that time, you will be the king of all gods who dominate the heaven and hell, and the father of all gods."

Zhang Ruochen stopped and looked back at him.

The old man showed joy and thought he had moved Zhang Ruochen, and said, "How is it? Is my plan good? We two join forces, you will contribute, and I will contribute. After five Yuanshe, our Zhang family will have the final say."

Zhang Ruochen said: "If your method works, why didn't Dazun use it back then? If he worked a little harder, with his powerful bloodline, how many gods would be born among his descendants?"

"I have looked through the history of Kunlun Realm. After the Great Master died, the Zhang family quickly declined, which shows that the Great Master did not leave behind a few descendants."

"In the Middle Ages, the Zhang family gave birth to a god, known as the Venerable of Tribulation. He wanted to revive the Zhang family, so he married many wives and gave birth to many children. However, among those children, one of them had reached the divine realm? What does this mean?"

"It's not that easy to become a god? If you don't have a strong bloodline, you can become a god. If you don't have to accumulate resources, you can reach the divine realm."

"If a family wants to grow and grow and pass on forever, it does not rely on reproduction and offspring, but requires everyone to strive for self-improvement."

"If the Zhang family really wanted to hit the heavenly court and step on hell because of their descendants, they might have caused the disaster of extermination before they even developed."

Seeing that the old man was quite depressed, Zhang Ruochen asked, "Are you, is the Venerable of Jie?"

The old man nodded, and then said stubbornly: "No...of course not!"

In fact, the descendants of creatures with strong bloodlines and gifts that reproduce are indeed more likely to produce geniuses and descendants with the resources to become gods.

The descendants of the Blood-Defeated God of War and those who have the resources to become gods are more than one-tenth.

If Bai Qing'er had not had Huang Tian's bloodline, she might not have been able to become a Yuanhui-level genius.

When he came to the ancestral land again, looking at the boundless Great Saint Tomb Forest shrouded by the Nine Colorful Divine Light in front of him, Zhang Ruochen could still feel the majestic aura that surged out of the tomb forest.

Zhang Ruochen muttered to himself: "Is the Great Lord really dead?"

Over the long river of time, Zhang Ruochen had seen the supreme style of the Unmoved King Dazun. It was hard to believe that such a person would fall under the loess and turn into a corpse.

Can the earth really bury him?

Last time, when he came here, Zhang Ruochen was attracted to a chaotic and mysterious world by a mysterious force, where he saw a large tomb.

Above the tomb, you can see the twenty-seventh level of heaven.

And above the sky, there was a figure sitting cross-legged.

At that time, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation was too low and he couldn't see the appearance of the figure, nor did he know whether he was seeing a phantom or a real scene.

This time, I want to understand it.

...

You may have misunderstandings about the cultivation speed of the Great Saint, but in fact, it is difficult to improve every level of the Great Saint.

When Zhang Ruochen just broke through the Immortal Realm, he used a sundial to practice in seclusion for a hundred years, but he did not break from the early stage to the middle stage. Moreover, he also used the Shenlong Enlightenment Room at that time, and the cultivation speed was doubled.

In other words, most great saints have to practice in the immortal realm for hundreds of years.

Zhang Ruochen's cultivation speed later accelerated, and he relied on various rare resources and the assistance of adventures to quickly improve.

In fact, in the Immortal Realm and the Hundred Shackle Realm, only Yan Wushen, Prajna, Blood Demon, Luo Yi and others were all stopped in the Immortal Realm. Yan Wushen was because he had been practicing inside the Dark Star for many years before he could reach the point where he could fight Zhang Ruochen.

Therefore, thousands of years have passed, even if the holy kings once had time formations and had practiced for thousands of years, most of them must still be in the Immortal Realm, or the Hundred Shackle Realm, or the Thousand Questions Realm.
Chapter completed!