Zhang Ruochen's mood became extremely complicated and heavy. He didn't know how to make a decision. Can he take action to hunt down the monks in the Heavenly Court?

Among those monks in the Heavenly Court Realm, there were monks from Kunlun Realm and Guanghan Realm who once fought side by side, but now they were going to face each other's life and death.

"Have you not thought about it yet? Do you want me to help you formulate a strategy?" said the Empress Xiyan.

Zhiyuan Blood Emperor drank a glass of wine and said domineeringly: "Why should it be so complicated? In my opinion, as long as you have the chance, you can secretly attack them and grab all their results. As long as you don't kill them, it's not considered a foul."

"It makes sense, so we should do this. In the previous few sky hunting banquets, other tribes have attacked us a lot, especially the ghost tribe, who targeted our Blood Heaven tribe every time. Otherwise, how could we be at the bottom several times in a row?" Yi Xuan Dao.

Zhiyuan Blood Emperor snorted coldly: "It's not because the Ghost Lord suffered a loss in the hands of the God of War. It couldn't help the God of War, so it could only target us at the Heavenly Hunting Banquet. This time, the Ghost Lord's seventh son, Yu, should also participate."

"You are really useless. The Blood Heaven Tribe finally discovered an extraordinary secret realm of the universe and sent you to explore, but was defeated first, taking away the biggest opportunity and causing the Blood Heaven Tribe to suffer heavy losses."

Speaking of the seventh son of the Ghost Lord, Zhiyuan Blood Emperor was so angry that he wanted to take action himself to teach him a lesson.

"Don't slander that despicable bastard in front of me, plot behind my back, seize my chances, and damage the face of the Blood Heaven tribe. If I want to get the chance, I must blow up his ghost body." Yi Xuan said angrily.

Ten years ago, being conspired to be slandered in the secret realm of the universe was a great shame for the Great Sage Yi Xuan and many cultivators of the Blood Heaven tribe.

It was the secret realm of the universe discovered by their Blood Heaven tribe, but it was finally fulfilled and was slaughtered.

This incident has been joked about by monks from the other nine tribes of the Immortal Vampire.

The Great Sage Tu Yun shook his head and said, "It may not be that easy for you to blow up his ghost body. Not long ago, outside the Kunlun Realm, he showed the great perfection of the Hundred Shackle Realm outside the Kunlun Realm, severely damaged a top Hundred Shackle Realm Great Sage in the Guanghan Realm, smashed the holy source, and captured it. Now it is in full swing."

"He was not as good as me in the past, but he had reached the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm so fast. It must be because of the opportunity obtained in the secret realm of the universe. It was really hateful." The Great Saint Yi Xuan became even more annoyed.

If he can get the opportunity in the secret realm of the universe, he will definitely have reached the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm, and then breaking through to the Thousand Questions Realm will be easy.

Zhang Ruochen was still thinking about the great banquet for the sky hunting, but when he heard the words of the Great Sage Tu Yun, his heart was slightly shocked.

Unexpectedly, so soon, I heard news related to Guanghan Realm in the Hell Realm.

Unfortunately, this is very bad news.

Guanghan Realm is the last in the Heavenly Court and the worlds, and the total number of great saints is less than a hundred. Now that he has been captured by the Hell Realm, a great saint in the Hundred Shackle Realm will undoubtedly be a huge blow.

This is war, no one can predict what will happen next?

Zhang Ruochen really wanted to change all this, but he was unable to do it. He had become a great saint, but he still felt that he was extremely small and there were too few things he could do.

Soon, Zhang Ruochen's thoughts were pulled back to the Heavenly Hunting Banquet.

It was obviously a feast once a thousand years, but it made him feel that the hell world was deliberately testing him, just as fate had already arranged everything.

After learning the truth about the Heavenly Hunting Banquet, Zhang Ruochen felt heavy and didn't want to hear what Mu Yang Tianjun and the others were talking about.

"Everyone, I have something important to do, so I will say goodbye first."

Zhang Ruochen looked solemn, stood up from his seat and walked out.

"Um?"

Seeing this, Mu Yang Tianjun and others couldn't help but show a strange look, and they were a little confused about Zhang Ruochen's actions.

Zhiyuan Blood Emperor frowned slightly, showing displeasure. They kindly invited Zhang Ruochen over. As a result, Zhang Ruochen left without saying a word, which was a bit arrogant.

"open……"

Zhiyuan Blood Emperor wanted to call Zhang Ruochen, but was stopped by Muyang Tianjun.

Mu Yang Tianjun could see that Zhang Ruochen had a very important thought, and it was meaningless to communicate with them and keep him. It was not easy to think about it. After all, Zhang Ruochen was once a monk in the Heavenly Court and was probably still thinking about his old love.

Perhaps before this, he had no idea that the hunting banquet was the prisoners from all walks of life in the heavenly court.

The psychological impact on him should be huge.

Whether Zhang Ruochen can face all this bravely depends on whether he has the courage to do so?

Walking out of the courtyard, Zhang Ruochen stood under a holy tree emitting a strange fragrance.

This is a blood-crying tree, grown with a large amount of blood. Although it has a strange fragrance, it also emits an extremely terrifying aura of killing. The monks in the holy realm dare not approach it at all.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the tree trunk, silent for a long time, and asked in a low voice: "My mother, do I have to attend the sky hunting banquet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a leaf fell from the tree and fell into his hands.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the leaves in his palm, and saw that there was a blood-colored text on the leaves—

yes!

The simplest answer.

Even the blood queen was unwilling to show her divine clone and came to see him in person.

The more this happens, the more Zhang Ruochen knew how important this matter was.

"I see!"

Zhang Ruochen nodded silently, and the leaves in his palm turned into a ball of blood mist, dissipating and opening.

Just as he was about to leave, strands of blood light fell from the Bloody Tree, and a heroic figure condensed.

It's Pluto.

Puritans carried his hands on his back and stared at Zhang Ruochen, saying, "If you feel that you can't do it, you can choose not to go. However, in the future, you will be unable to move in the Hell Realm. Perhaps in the Blood Jue Family, your mother can protect you. However, you will never be able to get out of the Blood Jue Family. Do you understand what I mean?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ruochen fell into deep thought.

He had actually thought about what Pluto said, and he knew better what his situation was.

Regardless of whether he is willing to admit it or not, from the moment he decides to enter the Hell Realm, the Heavenly Realm can no longer go back. If he can no longer gain a foothold in the Hell Realm, perhaps the greatness of the heaven and earth will really not have his place to stay.

In fact, Zhang Ruochen had already made a decision in his mind before asking the question after the bleeding.

No matter what, he would go to the sky hunting banquet.

However, although the decision was made, Zhang Ruochen still felt very depressed, so he was so depressed that he was almost breathless.

Entering the Hell Realm and becoming a member of the Hell Realm are two completely different concepts.

"I know what to do." Zhang Ruochen replied calmly.

Hearing this answer, Pope couldn't help but walk up, reached out and patted Zhang Ruochen on the shoulder, and smiled and said, "You are a smart person, don't let me down. You are the swordsman to do your best to practice the holy path, right?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't know why the Holy One suddenly asked such a question, but he still answered seriously: "It is considered one of the main practices of the holy path."

"Okay! Come and see, how is my uncle's sword technique?"

Pluto used the blood evil power to condense a blood sword, holding the sword in one hand, the sword body was flush with the ground, and slowly moved horizontally. The speed was very slow, but the sword force contained was becoming more and more powerful and stronger, as if it could flatten the mountains and cut the galaxy.

The sword technique has only one move, which seems extremely simple, but in fact it contains endless changes. The mystery cannot be described in words.

Pluto did not use any rules or used divine power. He simply practiced the sword technique, which seemed slow but was fast, completely attracting Zhang Ruochen's gaze.

"This is the sword art conception contained in "Writeless Sword Notes".

Zhang Ruochen practiced "Writeless Sword Note" to the tenth sword, and was very familiar with the sword techniques on the sword note.

Zhang Ruochen could see that the move that the Pope used was more mysterious than the sword ten he realized, but there was some connection.

It should be a sword move that extends from Sword Ten.

As expected, it should be... Jian Eleven.

"The Sword Book without Words" is profound and profound, and is left by the Sword Ancestor. Apart from the Sword Ancestor, no one has fully understood it, and no one knows what kind of sword-like realm the Sword Ancestor has reached.

Since the Middle Ages, in the eyes of the monks in Kunlun Realm, Jian Ten has almost been the ultimate in practicing the "Written-free Sword Note". Few subsequent cultivation experiences have been passed down, and no one can reach that level.

Pluto gathered his sword and asked, "Did you see clearly?"

Zhang Ruochen nodded slightly.

The sword move is very simple, just one horizontal slash, and any monk should be able to see it clearly.

"Ten, how much did you realize?" asked Padre again.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Still half a minute!"

"Very good! After just one drill, you can get a half point. It's really good. Having this half point can be considered as entering the threshold and having a direction for understanding. Next, it depends on your own understanding. If you practice this move, you can come to me again."

Leaving this sentence, the figure of Pluto dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

Zhang Ruochen stood there for a long time, took a deep breath, and then turned around and left.

He hadn't returned to Hanhai Villa again, and he was no longer in the mood to ask about the matter there.

Back at his own garden, Zhang Ruochen was about to enter, but suddenly found a strange mark on the ground in front of the door.

That was a sword seal.

It is four feet long and three inches wide. The sword body is irregular and in a rectangular shape.

"Who left the sword seal of the Tootian Sword here?"

A hint of surprise appeared in Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

In the Hell Realm, the only one who can draw a thunderous sword is the monks from the Kunlun Realm.

What Zhang Ruochen knew was that there were only a handful of monks in the Kunlun Realm who were in the Hell Realm. They were Prajna, Xuan Ji Sword Saint, or someone else?

What does it mean to leave the sword seal of the surging sword?

"The Sword..."
To be continued...