Before leaving Shilin, Zhang Ruochin put all the dead blood worms, including the Blood Worm King, into the scroll world and gave them to the severely injured Swallowing Elephant Rabbit. [Update fast, website pages are refreshing, ads are few, no pop-ups, I like this kind of website best, must give good review]
If all these blood worms were refined, it would definitely allow its cultivation base to increase significantly again, and there would be a chance to break through to the half-Saint stage.
Zhang Ruochin and Shi Ren didn't leave Shilin too far, but instead took refuge on the outskirts of the Stone Forest.
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Zhang Ruochen stood in the formation, gazing at Yin Xuanji on the back of the dragon corpse in the distance. He took a sharp breath and said, "Such powerful corpse qi. If that dragon were still alive, it would have probably reached the Saint Realm. Even as a war corpse, its explosive attack power must be quite astonishing. The Dead Zen Buddhism's Dead Zen Buddhist teachings and corpse-summoning techniques do share some similarities."
Shi Rendao: "Dead Zen Buddhism originated from the secret art of corpse-carrying, and it integrates formations and Buddhist teachings. Compared to the corpse-carrying secret art, Dead Zen Buddhism has both advantages and disadvantages."
It is said that the war corpses refined by the ancient tribe of corpse collectors can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon, thereby enhancing their cultivation.
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Yin Xuanji and Longshi have already departed, disappearing into the thick ghostly mist.
Zhang Ruochin looked at Shi Ren and asked, "Did you find anything when you entered Guisheng Valley first?"
Shi Ren stared deeply at Zhang Ruochin for a moment, hesitated for a while, then said: "Before I answer your question, can I ask you one first?"
"Speak." Zhang Ruochin said.
"Have you already pledged allegiance to the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect?" Shi Rendao.
Zhang Ruochin clearly did not expect Shi Ren to ask such a question.
This also shows that Shi Ren was suspicious of Zhang Ruochin and didn't fully trust him. After all, Zhang Ruochin had been with the Saintess of the Demon Cult and the leader of the Rat Clan, and anyone would have such doubts.
"If I said I had nothing to do with the Baiyue Demon Cult, would you believe me?" Zhang Ruochin asked.
Shi Rendao: "I believe the disciples of Xuanji Jian Saint would not tell such a low-level lie."
Shi Ren nodded and said, "The Sword Saint of Xuanji has some connection to my clan. If you obtain the Taitian Sword and inherit his mantle, you will naturally understand what I mean in the future. Let's go, I'll take you somewhere."
With a flick of his sleeve, Shi Ren gathered the eight talismans. Then, he stepped outside first.
Zhang Ruochin stared deeply at Shi Ren, a thoughtful expression on his face.
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The previous Stone Forest was a maze. Any cultivator below the level of a Half-Saint who entered would only meet their demise.
The deeper one goes into Guishen Valley, the greater the pressure from above. Even with Zhang Ruochin and Shi Ren's physical strength, they had to circulate their holy energy to withstand it.
The ground was littered with countless white bones, both human and beast. It was unknown how many souls had perished within the Devil's Valley.
Shi Ren was quite familiar with this area. Leading Zhang Ruochen through it, he arrived at the edge of a black cliff. Zhang Ruochen looked down and saw that beneath the cliff, there was an endless darkness, with ghostly mist swirling and churning. It was unfathomable.
Zhang Ruchen crouched down, gently stroking the stones on the cliff wall with his fingers. He was quite surprised and said, "Such powerful sword intent! This cliff must have been split open by a peerless swordsman with a single strike. Could it be... the ancient battlefield left behind from the battle between the Thousand Bones Empress and the God?"
Shi Ren cautiously surveyed his surroundings and said, "I also suspect that's the case, because the feeling of pressure from the unknown has reached a new peak here. Only a battlefield of gods could make people ten thousand years later still feel such immense pressure. The power suppressing us is very likely the remnant divine might that has lasted for ten thousand years. The closer we get to the god corpse, the stronger this divine might becomes."
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"Have you ever been there?" Zhang Ruochin asked.
"No."
Shi Ren shook his head and frankly said: "Even on the edge of a cliff, that pressure had a huge impact on me. Once I jumped off the cliff, with my cultivation level, I wouldn't be able to climb back up at all."
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Zhang Ruochin, however, appeared to be more careful and cautious. He did not immediately make a decision, but instead, turned his gaze to Hanshu and asked, "What do you think?"
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If a person's life is in his hands, every step must be taken with utmost care.
Han Xue, holding the Void Sword, communicated with the sword spirit. After a moment, she nodded to Zhang Ruochin and said: "The direction indicated by the sword spirit is also at the bottom of the cliff."
When the wood spirit and rat appeared, Shi Ren retreated to a distance, looking wary.
Although he trusted Zhang Ruochin, he didn't trust the demonic cultivators of the Baiyue Demon Sect.
Suddenly, Shi Ren's gaze turned towards the back and reminded Zhang Ruochen, "Zhang Ruochen, powerful figures from the Undying Blood Clan are coming this way."
Zhang Ruochin turned around and stared in the direction behind him.
Then, led by Feng Han, six half-saint undead blood races appeared on the cliff edge like six bloody clouds in an instant.
Since entering the Ghost God Valley these past few days, the Undying Blood Race has suffered heavy losses. Of the ten-plus half-saints who entered the valley together, some have disappeared and others have died tragically, leaving only these six alive.
Upon seeing Zhang Ruochin, Feng Han's eyes revealed a cold and sharp expression: "Junior brother, I never expected you to arrive before me." "It's fate that brings us together here."
Zhang Ruochin had no good feelings towards Feng Han and immediately drew out the Shenyuan Ancient Sword, clutching it in his right hand. A sword qi domain spread outwards, ready to fight Feng Han to the death at any moment.
Meanwhile, Xiaohēi, Hanshuě, Múlìngxī, Shǔ, and Shǐ Rén all entered a combat state.
The Half-Saint Shun Tian walked out from behind Feng Han, with a cold smile: "You bunch of youngsters dare to be so arrogant in front of the Sixth Prince? Believe it or not, this old man alone can kill all of you."
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Each character, like a clap of thunder, reverberated through the air, causing everyone present to wince in pain.
According to Zhang Ruochin's judgment, the cultivation level of a half-saint from Shuntian definitely reaches five ranks or above. Even if all of them add up, there is no chance of winning.
This is Chen Han, the strongest among his group. Even within the Undying Blood Clan, he carries a significant reputation.
Just as the power of Shuntian's demigod erupted, Zhang Ruchen keenly discovered that in the direction of the precipice, space actually appeared with fine cracks.
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The power of the god can shatter space.
That's right, it is precisely because of this that the space here becomes incredibly fragile.
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A cultivator at the rank of Half-Saint or above, even if only radiating their aura, could cause space to fracture.
Zhang Ruochin's heart thought of a strategy to deal with it, deliberately showing fear on his face, and hurriedly shouted: "Everyone retreat quickly, this person's cultivation base is beyond our reach."
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Another half-saint of the undead blood clan, also sneered and said: "That's right, you have no chance at all. You are destined to die today."
Zhang Ruochen, if you jump off the cliff to test the danger for our undead blood race, even if you die, we will take care of the rest of your people and will not kill them all. Especially that beautiful woman and little beauty.
The rest of the half-saint Undeads also burst into laughter. Their eyes, filled with mockery, were fixed on Mu Lingxi and Han Xue, revealing a lecherous gleam.
Mo Lingxi saw the gaze of those half-Saints from the Undead Blood Clan and her face contorted with disgust. She really wanted to attack them, gouging out their eyeballs.
But, Shuntian Bansheng's cultivation was too powerful. Just the power radiating from him suppressed her, causing her some internal injuries. Her meridians felt like they were about to burst.
Shuntian Bansheng took step by step, tightening the pressure on Zhang Ruochin and the others, forcing them to the edge of the cliff.
But, apart from Zhang Ruochin, no one else noticed the cracks at the edge of the cliff, becoming more and more numerous.
Mu Lingxi retreated to Zhang Ruochin's side. A pair of beautiful eyes lifted, staring at him affectionately, and said: "Jump down together, even if we die, being able to die with you, I feel that this life has no regrets."
Between their words, she extended a pair of frail and boneless hands, interlocking her palms with Zhang Ruochin's. Her eyes held a resolute gleam.
To die together, I'm afraid it's not that easy.
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Shuntian Bansheng let out a cold snort, leaped into the air, and stretched out his arm. Five streaks of lightning flashed out, his five fingers reaching towards Mu Lingxi.
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"Boom!"
Due to the impact of Shuntian's half-saint power, the space at the edge of the cliff finally shattered and opened, forming dozens of huge spatial fissures.
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