Zhang Ruochen took back the ancient sword of Chenyuan, stared at Xiao Hei, and black lines appeared on his forehead, saying, "What are you doing?"

Xiao Hei put the Sun and Moon Crystal Coffin on the ground, looking calm and calm, and smiled: "Of course I am collecting treasures. I finally came to the underworld once, so I can't go back empty-handed?"

Zhang Ruochen was really helpless. The underworld was so dangerous, but Xiao Hei still dared to develop a greed. Don’t you know that if you are not careful, you will kill everyone?

Since Xiao Hei has stole the Sun and Moon Crystal Coffin, he can't hand it over and send it out again.

Besides, even if Zhang Ruochen sent out the Sun and Moon Crystal Coffin, it is probably impossible for the three evil monks of the Impermanence and the Death Zen Sect to let them go.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the Sun and Moon Crystal Coffin, and could vaguely see a figure lying in the coffin. However, the wall of the coffin was very thick and the face of the figure could not be seen clearly. Only one could tell was a woman.

Gala Yuan's eyes stared at Zhang Ruochen, and a hoarse laughter came out of his mouth, saying, "I have been in the underworld for so long, and finally saw a living person. The young man, I am the half-saint of Gala Yuan who died in Zen. He handed over the sun, moon and crystal coffin to me. Why are we considered to have made a good relationship? How about it?"

Although Galayuan said this in his mouth. His palm hidden in the cassock was rapidly condensed in the Buddha's energy, ready to take action at any time and kill Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen stood with a sword, looking heroic, and said lightly: "I'm sorry, I don't need to make a good relationship with the evil monks of the Death Zen Sect. Tell me! What is the purpose of the Death Zen Sect entering the underworld?"

At first, when he saw the evil monks of the Zen sect, Zhang Ruochen just thought that they were also looking for medicine for resurrection.

However, the appearance of the Buddhist Master of Mind Stories made Zhang Ruochen change this idea.

A person like the Buddha Master of Mind will never rashly enter the underworld. Once he enters the underworld, there must be extraordinary reasons.

Gala Yuan giggled, "Since you are so ignorant, I don't have to be polite to you anymore."

"Thousands of ghosts and Prajna."

Galayuan had long condensed his strength, and a thin palm shot out from his sleeve, and suddenly attacked forward.

Then, a huge black palm print, carrying a cold air, appeared in front of Zhang Ruochen.

There were thousands of ghost marks on the palm print, making whimpering sounds.

The Thousand Ghosts Prajna is a ghost-level top-grade palm technique, which evolved from the Dragon Elephant Prajna palm of the Ten Thousand Buddhas.

Gala Yuan also entered the underworld, refining a thousand Yin evil spirits into his arms, and then cultivating the Thousand Ghosts Prajna Palm to great success. One palm can burst out the power of a thousand Yin evil spirits.

If so, he can refine three thousand Yin evil spirits into his arms, then the power of this palm technique will increase greatly, which is enough to be called a unique skill.

Now, Galayuan's right arm has refined 1,748 Yin evil spirits, and as the palm prints are shot out, the whole arm becomes pitch black.

"The cultivation of this evil monk should have reached the peak of a second-level half-saint."

Zhang Ruochen was not afraid. After all, his cultivation level had already broken through to the ninth transformation of Yulong, and he might not be able to defeat Gala Yuan.

"Sword 2, Yin and Yang Wuji."

Zhang Ruochen beat the Chenyuan Ancient Sword out, and the huge sword energy burst out, forming a huge sword energy circle.

The ancient sword of Chenyuan turned into a sword energy pillar, hitting the black palm print, piercing it, and stabbing it into Galayuan's chest with full sharp energy.

"Hmph! At a young age, he actually practiced to the Great Perfection of Jian Er. He had two tricks, no wonder he was able to make it all the way here."

Galayuan folded his hands together and recited the Sanskrit sound from his mouth. Then, golden Sanskrit marks appeared at the eyebrows of dozens of semi-saint puppets at the same time.

A total of thirty-four semi-saint puppets were pouring out from their eyebrows, thirty-four golden rays of light gathered on Galayuan's body.

With Gala Yuan as the center, a strange formation was formed.

Each semi-saint puppet is a formation eye on the formation, injecting the holy and corpse energy in its body into Gala Yuan's body.

"boom!"

The aura on Gala Yuan's body continued to rise, and the Buddha aura emitted was becoming stronger and stronger. The golden Buddha light covered an area of ​​dozens of miles.

The ancient sword of Shenyuan that flew out was still one meter away from Galayuan, but was blocked by the powerful Buddha energy and could not continue to stab forward.

A grim smile appeared on the corner of Galayuan's mouth and slapped it out with a palm from the air.

"Bang!"

The ancient sword of Chenyuan trembled, flipped the tip of the sword and flew backwards.

Not only the Chenyuan Ancient Sword, Zhang Ruochen also suffered a certain degree of trauma, and took seventeen steps backwards and stepped on seventeen deep gravures on the ground to stabilize his pace.

"What a powerful evil Buddhist teaching, it can actually extract the power of dozens of semi-saint corpses and integrate them into him alone. At this moment, Gala Yuan is probably considered a top-level figure among the second-level semi-saints." Zhang Ruochen said in his heart.

At this moment, the qi and blood were rolling in his body, and blood clots were condensed at the intersection of some meridians.

This is not the first time he has fought with a second-level half-saint. The Xuanlong half-saint of the Four Elephant Sect, the Taixi half-saint of the Immortal Blood Clan, and Feng Han are all the cultivation levels of the second-level half-saint.

However, the two-level semi-saints are both too different from each other's strength.

Just now, the power of Gala Yuan combined with dozens of semi-saint puppets was far greater than that of Xuanlong Semi-saint and Taixi Semi-saint. Even compared with Feng Han, it was only a little worse.

When Zhang Ruochen fought with Galayuan, the three Wuchang also attacked Xiao Hei, hoping to seize the Sun and Moon Crystal Coffin.

Mu Lingxi and Han Xue rushed up immediately. They were only at the Yulong Realm of cultivation. After joining forces, they stimulated the power of the Void Sword, but forced the three Wuchang to retreat.

The Void Sword can be called the supreme holy weapon, and it is naturally extremely powerful. Even if it only stimulates a sword energy, it can kill the semi-saint.

Such a despicable battle sword, there are no few that can be found in the entire Kunlun Realm.

"Young man, the power of the palm I just now is OK, right?" Galayuan said with a smile.

Zhang Ruochen quickly dispelled the blood in his body and recovered. He smiled and said, "It's indeed a bit powerful, but I can't do anything to me."

"God! It's a pity that these semi-saint corpses are just puppets and have not yet been sacrificed and refined into battle corpses. Otherwise, my monk's strength would probably have been increased by five or six times. Just one palm should be able to break your body into pieces." Gala Yuan said.

Zhang Ruochen said calmly: "It's really a pity to say that."

"Young man, you have good courage, but unfortunately your strength is much worse."

"If I compete for my cultivation and strength, I am indeed very different from my predecessors. However, in a real life-and-death battle, it is not that anyone with higher cultivation levels will definitely end up laughing."

Gala Yuan laughed loudly, released the Holy Soul Realm, combined with the thirty-four semi-saint puppets, burst out with unprecedented speed, and slapped his palms at the same time.

Two golden five-finger clouds hung above Zhang Ruochen's head and quickly fell downwards.

If he was hit by two handprints, even if Zhang Ruochen did not die, he would probably lose a layer of skin.

At the most critical moment, Zhang Ruochen captured a rule between heaven and earth, and his body flashed, stepping on an extremely mysterious step, and actually penetrated the blockade of two palm prints and escaped.

"Boom!"

Two palm prints hit the ground, leaving two handprint pits that were nearly a hundred meters long, causing the earth to tremble violently, and all the tombstones around were shaken away.

Zhang Ruochen stood next to the two palm print pits without any injuries, and even himself felt quite incredible.

"Just now... it seemed like I had realized a speed rule."

The way of speed is only one of the 100,000 paths.

Most of the time, the way of speed is just an auxiliary, and most semi-saints will deliberately comprehend. Because comprehending the speed rules can greatly improve combat power.

However, in the Fish and Dragon Realm, there are very few cultivators who can understand a speed rule.

In terms of speed, there are also the way of flying and the way of flowing light.

The way to fly is the way.

The light of flowing light is the supreme holy way.

If you go further, it is the way of time.

After all, the seventy-two supreme holy paths, three thousand great paths, and one hundred thousand small paths in the world all evolved from the nine eternal paths.

For example, the way of speed actually evolved from the way of time.

Without time, there is no speed.

On the other hand, Zhang Ruochen realized a speed rule, which, to a large extent, could help him to reverse the time rule. Therefore, this is a huge gain.

Gala Yuan was also a little surprised and smiled and said, "Your understanding is indeed very high. The palm just now not only failed to kill you, but instead allowed you to understand the speed rules. However, it is just a small path, not the rules of flying and flowing light rules."

"Since you have understood the speed rules, the flying rules and the flowing light rules, will it be far away?" Zhang Ruochen laughed.

Gala Yuan stopped talking and mobilized the power of thirty-four semi-saint puppets again, exerted a speed, appeared in front of Zhang Ruochen, and hit Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows with one finger.

His old face was only a short distance from Zhang Ruochen, and he looked very ferocious. His sharp golden fingers were about to penetrate Zhang Ruochen's head.

"I'm still furious at last, okay, I'll send you on the road now."

From beginning to end, Zhang Ruochen deliberately angered Galayuan, and this moment was waiting for.

If so, Galayuan doesn't come close, how can Zhang Ruochen kill him?

"No trace in a flash."

I saw Zhang Ruochen's arm moved, and the ancient sword of Chenyuan turned into an invisible light, cutting off Galayuan's neck, and his head flew three feet high, like a blood-red watermelon, and it dropped to the ground with a bang.

The dying blow of Galayuan also hit Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows.

Just as Gala Yuan fell with one finger, with a "wow" sound, the gods' marks flew out from their eyebrows and turned into divine shadows, which shook Gala Yuan's body away.

Zhang Ruochen walked to Galayuan's side and searched in his cassock, hoping to find some clues to infer the real purpose of the powerful people of the Death Zen Sect entering the underworld.

After searching for a while, Zhang Ruochen did not find any valuable clues. Instead, he gained unexpectedly and found a drop of divine blood on Galayuan.

It’s really strange, how could the semi-saint of Zen Buddhism carry divine blood on his body?

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