"Bang."

The sun arrow flew out and turned into a dazzling white light column, catching up with the escaped son of Baihuan God.

The Son of Baihuan stopped, looked back, saw the shape of the arrow clearly, and murmured to himself: "How can the Sun King's Sun Arrow be in the hands of a human?"

"Hundreds of mountains start from the ground."

The son of Baihuan God formed a fingering technique, held a gem in his hand, and pressed it to the ground.

Suddenly, the earth in front of him shook violently, and mountains after mountains stood up.

The mountain is at least a thousand meters high, composed of rocks, and is as hard as iron.

The explosion kept coming.

The sun arrow shot through the rocky mountains, approaching the Son of the Hundred Phantoms, and was about to fall on him.

The body of the Son of the Baihuan God became blurred, and then disappeared.

The sun arrow hit the ground, leaving a gully dozens of miles long on the ground.

"Wow—"

The Son of Baihuan appeared again, spreading three pairs of silver flesh wings, holding a blood-red millstone, and appeared above the Sun Arrow.

"receive."

A large number of inscriptions were intertwined on the blood-colored millstone, forming a strong cyclone that was pulling the sun arrow.

"The Lord of the White Sky was once the first war god among the Great Sages of the Blue Sky Tribe. His Blue Sky Bow and White Sky Arrow are treasures that surpass the ten thousand-patterned holy weapons. If this son of the God can obtain the White Sky Arrow, he can command the immortal blood clan of the White Sky Star. In the future, this son of the God will be the King of the White Sky Star."

The Son of Baihuan knew the value of the Sun Arrow very well, so he was excited and tried his best to take it away.

Zhang Ruochen noticed that the Son of the Phantom God was collecting the Sun Arrow, so he mobilized the holy energy of his body and injected it into the Blue Sky Bow. He used the connection between the Blue Sky Bow and the White Sky Arrow to collect the White Sky Arrow. One harvest and one capture, and the two fought fiercely.

"Brother, I'll help you."

Xiang Chunan took out the metal magic crown and stimulated the supreme power. He raised his arm upwards and the magic crown flew out.

After a moment, the metal demon crown flew over the Son of Baihuan, forming a thick demon cloud, suppressing it downwards. The air in the area where the Son of Baihuan was located became denser and denser, and the space seemed to be solidifying.

At the same time, the green light dull moon slash that Murong Yue and the bloodthirsty ring that Xie Chengzi attacked the Baihuan God Son from the other two directions.

The Son of Baihuan looked up and said, "The Supreme Holy Artifact."

Immediately afterwards, he looked at the Green Light Dull Moon Slash, his eyes sank again, and he said, "Divine Relics Ancient Artifact. Who are these monks? How come there are so many top combat soldiers?"

The Son of Baihuan gave up collecting the Sun Arrow and put his hands together.

Then, his body became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a spot of light and disappeared from the spot.

"Boom."

The metal magic crown, the green light dull moon slash, and the bloodthirsty ring bombarded one after another, smashing the earth to collapse, dust soaring into the sky, and the world was filled with chaotic power fluctuations.

Zhang Ruochen used the space domain to protect his body and rushed to the periphery of the broken earth. He rolled his sleeves and with a swish, he took back the sun arrow.

"Sure enough, let him escape again." Zhang Ruochen frowned.

The combat power of the Hundred Phantom God Son may be weaker than that of the Blood Bee Shura King, but his illusion skills are extraordinary. It is even more difficult to kill him than to kill the Blood Bee Shura King.

What is even more troublesome is that the Son of the Hundred Phantom God can transform into appearance and body, and be elusive and transform into thousands of illusions. If he deliberately wants to assassinate a monk, that monk will probably be in his life for a lifetime.

"This time, letting the Son of the Phantom God escape will inevitably lead to endless troubles. Next, we must be extremely careful." Murong Yue said worriedly.

"He can't escape."

Xiang Chunan snorted, then used his Mileage Eye and began to search for the traces of the Son of the Phantom God.

On the other side, Ji Fanxin used a mental technique to conquer the blood camel and dark beast, stood on its back in a pretty way, and came to Zhang Ruochen.

Shi Ren pinched his hands tightly, rushed to the bottom of the Blood Camel Beast, took out a seven-tribulation saint-stopping talisman, pinched it between his fingers, and said, "Fairy, this beast has swallowed my tribe members. I want to kill it and avenge the tribe members."

Ji Fanxin wore a veil, giving people a mysterious hazy beauty, and said in a melodious voice: "I just asked the Blood Camel Beast, it did not devour your tribe. In fact, the monks of the ancient tribe who guarded the prison only had a brief confrontation with the Baihuan God Son and retreated into a black field deep in the ancient tribe."

Shi Ren was stunned, then showed joy and said, "They must have retreated to the sword tomb."

Deep in the ancient tribe of Zhenzhu, there is a black field, covered by dark clouds all year round.

The field was extremely cold. If mortals went to it, they would be frozen to death within an hour. However, in such a cold place, there were a large number of active volcanoes, and the places close to the volcano were extremely hot.

On this earth where ice and fire are intertwined, countless swords and the corpses of sword cultivators are buried.

Zhang Ruochen and others came to the periphery of the black field, stopped, and did not continue moving forward.

Xiang Chunanfei landed on the edge of a volcano, looked into the distance, and said, "I'm sure that the Son of the Baihuan God must have entered the Sword Tomb from here. However, the rules of the Heaven and Earth of the Sword Tomb are a bit special. My Mileage Eye was disturbed by a mysterious force. I could only see the traces left by the Son of the Baihuan God, and could not see his true body."

Zhang Ruochen once came to Jian Tomb, so he naturally knew that the environment of Jian Tomb was special.

"The rules of heaven and earth of the sword tomb are different from other places. It is filled with a large number of sword rules, and other rules are squeezed out. When a sword cultivator comes here, his combat power can be increased several times. If a monk who is not a sword cultivator, his combat power will be weakened several times when he enters the sword tomb." Zhang Ruochen said.

Murong Yue said: "Your Highness the Crown Prince is a swordsman. In the sword tomb, it will be easy to kill the Son of the Hundred Phantoms. Otherwise, we will chase you now and get rid of this great enemy first?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently and said, "If there is only one of the Sons of the Hundred Phantoms, it would not be scary. I am worried that there will be more powerful people of the Immortal Blood Clan who have entered the Sword Tomb."

"Killing the Son of the Hundred Phantoms is just a minor matter. More importantly, they cannot let Pluto release it from the Netherworld Dungeon."

"First go to join the monks of the Ancient Clan of the Prison-Suppressing Clan. As long as you refine the blood-suppressing talisman and deal with the Immortal Blood Clan, it will be much easier."

Shi Ren agreed with Zhang Ruochen's decision, nodded, and said, "I have a secret method to contact the tribe."

Shi Ren took out a piece of talisman paper, cut his index finger, and used holy blood to carve a strange mark on the talisman paper.

Light the talisman paper and burn it to ashes.

"Is this the secret method you mentioned?"

Xiang Chunan scratched his head, a little puzzled.

Shi Ren smiled and nodded with a smile, "That's right. We can just wait here. The elders of the ancient clan of Zhenzhuo should come to welcome us soon."

After waiting for about a stick of incense, two old men in black clothes emerged from the ground not far from Zhang Ruochen and others.

When the two old men in Xuanyi saw Shi Ren, they were both happy and greeted him, "That's great! Young Master, is it really you? You are finally back!"

"Elder Xuanfeng, Elder Xuanhai."

Shi Ren's cultivation level has exceeded two elders, but he still took the initiative to clasp his fists and salute them.

Elder Xuanfeng had a black mole on his forehead. He glanced at Xiang Chunan and others with vigilant eyes and said, "Young clan leader, who are they?"

"Elder Xuanfeng, long time no see." Zhang Ruochen walked out.

When Elder Xuanfeng saw Zhang Ruochen, he immediately recognized him and said in surprise: "Zhang Ruochen."

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "As one of the six sword-holders of the ancient clan in prison, he appeared in the sword tomb, is it necessary for Elder Xuanfeng to be so surprised?"

Zhang Ruochen's cultivation and strength are different now. Even Elder Xuanfeng lived in seclusion in the ancient clan of Zhenzhu, he had heard of it and did not dare to regard him as a junior anymore.

Standing in front of Zhang Ruochen, the two elders were even a little nervous and felt a lot of pressure.

Shi Ren said: "The two elders need not be suspicious. They are both friends of Zhang Ruochen and me, and of course they are also friends of the ancient tribe of Zhenzhu."

"The young clan leader doesn't know that the Immortal Vampire is proficient in the art of change and can hide among the familiar cultivators, making it hard to defend. Not long ago, a top strong man from the Immortal Vampire sneaked into the ancient clan of Zhenzhu. If the clan leader had not seen through his identity in advance, the entire ancient clan of Zhenzhu would have been destroyed." Elder Xuanhai said with lingering fear.

Shi Ren said: "The top strong man from the Immortal Vampire Clan has been repelled by us."

"How is that possible?"

Elder Xuanfeng and Elder Xuanhai exclaimed at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, Elder Xuanfeng said: "I have seen the methods of the immortal blood clan with my own eyes, which have reached the level of unpredictability of ghosts and gods. Even compared with the Qingtian Blood Emperor back then, it is not much different."

"But he was indeed defeated by Zhang Ruochen." Shi Ren said.

Hearing this, Elder Xuanfeng and Elder Xuanhai looked at each other, with an expression of ecstasy in their eyes.

To them, the Son of the Hundred Phantoms was like a nightmare. The entire ancient clan of the prison guard was helpless and had to escape into the sword tomb to take refuge. Zhang Ruochen was able to defeat him, which was naturally a great joy for them who were frightened.

Elder Xuanfeng and Elder Xuanhai looked at Zhang Ruochen again, their eyes becoming awe-inspiring. At the same time, they bowed and said in unison: "Please ask the sword holder to protect the ancient tribe in the prison."

"The two elders don't have to be so polite. Take us to see the clan leader!"

Zhang Ruochen raised his hand and the two elders stood up straight again.

The Sword Tomb Palace is not only a palace, but also a powerful holy weapon.

Shi Qiankun, the leader of the ancient clan of Zhenzhu, used the Sword Tomb Palace to take away all the members of the ancient clan, flew into the sword tomb, and hid it so that he could avoid the extermination of the clan by the Son of the Hundred Phantom God.

In the Sword Tomb Palace.

The monks of the ancient clan of Zhenzhu sat on the right, headed by Shi Qiankun.

Zhang Ruochen, Ji Fanxin, Xiang Chunan... and others were sitting on the seat on the left side of the palace.

Zhang Ruochen took out the pattern of the "Saint King-level Blood-Suppressing Talisman" and handed it to Shi Qiankun, saying: "With this talisman, the crisis of the ancient tribe in the prison should be solved."

Zhang Ruochen once invited Shi Qiankun to refine half of the saint-level blood-suppressing talisman and the saint-level blood-suppressing talisman. Therefore, Shi Qiankun is not unfamiliar with the blood-suppressing talisman.

After taking the pattern, Shi Qiankun studied it carefully and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

However, after a moment, Shi Qiankun frowned deeply again and said, "The Saint King-level blood-suppressing talisman is used to deal with the undead blood clan below the Seven-step Saint King, and it will definitely be able to defeat the enemy. However, it is probably a little worse to deal with the undead blood clan above the Seven-step Saint King."

Xiang Chunan was very heroic and said, "One picture is not enough, just use ten pictures, dozens of pictures, and throw them over together."

Shi Qiankun shook his head and said, "Even if dozens of Saint King-level Blood-Suppressing Talismans are shot at the same time, they can only suppress the Eight-Step Holy King at most, and will not have much effect on the Nine-Step Holy King. Unless there are more advanced Blood-Suppressing Talismans."
Chapter completed!