Zhang Ruochen was indeed quite serious. Even if he took the Dead Wood Pill, it took about two days to recover.

Next, Zhang Ruochen decided to go into seclusion for a while and do his best to improve his cultivation.

"The thirty-six orifices in the chest and abdomen have been opened. You only need to refine divine blood or refine white tiger divine dew to sanctify the acupoints. Once the thirty-six orifices are sanctified, the physical strength will definitely become stronger."

Refining divine blood and refining white tiger divine can both temper the body and the sacred acupoints. Of course, there are some differences between the two.

The divine blood contains tremendous divine power and huge blood energy.

Refining divine blood can not only sacred acupoints, but also absorb the spiritual cultivation insights, thereby improving one's own cultivation.

Relatively speaking, the power contained in the White Tiger Divine Dew is more pure than divine blood. Although it can only be used to sacred acupoints and temper the body, it is easier to absorb.

"At this stage, I must improve my cultivation as soon as possible, and it is best to refine my divine blood."

Zhang Ruochen took out a can of divine blood, placed it in front of him, and emitted white holy light from his hands, and penetrated the holy light into the wooden can.

"Wow—"

Nearly a thousand drops of divine blood flew out of the wooden jar and emitted an extremely powerful sacred aura, which looked like bright blood-colored stars hanging above Zhang Ruochen's head.

The blood light radiated from the divine blood, with extremely thin silk threads, scattered outwards, connecting with other divine blood, completely covering a space of hundreds of feet.

Those silk threads are actually the rules contained in divine blood.

It is precisely because the divine blood contains very complex rules that the cultivator's cultivation will be significantly improved after refining divine blood.

Zhang Ruochen used the sixth level of the "Nine Heavens Ming Emperor Sutra" and opened all 100,000 pores on his body, and began to swallow and spit out the power of the divine blood.

Now, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation level is only at the beginning of the seventh-level half-saint, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Three months passed quickly.

The thirty-six acupoints distributed in Zhang Ruochen's waist and abdomen area are all sanctified, and are connected to the thirty-six acupoints on both arms to form a circulation system.

"Crash."

The blood flowed rapidly for a whole world, and suddenly, all the seventy-two acupoints on the waist, abdomen, and arms were shining white.

"The human body has sacred 72 orifices. Even if the holy energy is not activated, I can compete with the ordinary ninth-level half-saints based on my current physical strength and my bare hands and empty fists."

The clothes on Zhang Ruochen's body had long been burned, exposing his upper body, revealing a very well-proportioned figure, and possessing obvious but not exaggerated muscles.

The light emitted from the back, chest, abdomen, and arms is connected into a mesh to form a rather strange pattern.

Sacred thirty-six acupoints in the chest and abdomen, Zhang Ruochen refined more than 2,000 drops of divine blood in total, and directly raised his own realm to the peak of a seventh-level half-saint.

If not, there is an obvious dividing line between the seventh-level half-saint and the eighth-level half-saint. With Zhang Ruochen absorbing such a huge amount of divine blood, he could completely break through to the eighth-level half-saint.

Now, he was stuck in the realm of a seventh-level half-saint, and his whole body was like a burning stove. The huge power in his body had nowhere to be released. He ran around, rushed around, and swelled to the extreme, just like he was trying to thrust his body and died.

In this case, you must immediately swallow the eighth-level holy elixir, impact the eighth-level semi-saint, and break through the realm and dissolve the expansion power in your body.

Of course, there is another way, that is, through a fierce battle, break the barrier of the realm, and thus impact the eighth-level semi-saint, and consume the violent power in the body.

In fact, both methods require breakthroughs.

However, the former is relatively gentle, while the latter is a powerful method, which requires continuous stimulation, exploitation, and ultimately breaking through the shackles of the realm.

"Since there is no eighth-grade Holy Yuan Dan, it seems that you can only choose the second method." Zhang Ruochen said to himself.

war.

Must fight.

Since you want to have a fierce battle, you naturally have to choose a strong opponent, otherwise you will not be able to achieve the goal of forcing yourself.

After careful consideration, Zhang Ruochen finally decided to choose the prince of the Qingtian tribe as the whetstone for his promotion to the eighth-level half-saint.

Half an hour later, Zhang Ruochen took Qingmo and walked out of the divine wood picture of the universe and headed towards the outer edge of the blood-red Gobi Desert.

As for other monks, they are still practicing in the world of pivots and working hard to improve their cultivation.

Qingmo's face is particularly beautiful, and she looks only in her teens, and she looks like a little girl in bud.

Her white face showed a timid look and asked worriedly: "Young Master Zhang, is it too dangerous to really go alone to find the immortal blood clan of the Qingtian tribe?"

"If it's not dangerous, I won't go!"

Even though he knew that this trip was quite dangerous, Zhang Ruochen acted quite calmly and had a very relaxed smile on his face.

If it is not dangerous, how can you force yourself to reach the realm of the eighth-level semi-saint?

In fact, everything is risky, it depends on the rewards of doing it. Will it attract you to take risks?

Obviously, as long as you can reach the level of eighth-level semi-saint, no matter how risky it is, it is worth trying.

All along, the Immortal Vampire has been hiding in the dark, promoting the conflict between the human race and the barbarian beasts, thus collecting a continuous stream of high-grade blood.

How can there be such a cheap thing in the world?

This time, Zhang Ruochen decided to take the initiative. Even with his own power, he could not shake the Qingtian tribe. However, Zhang Ruochen at least had to force them to the open and could not let them continue to hide in the dark and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Qing Mo lowered his head, bit his lips gently, and said, "The masters of the Qingtian tribe are like clouds, like dragon ponds and tiger dens. Even an ancient sect dare not collide with them head-on. We only have two people, wouldn't we go to die? It's really too dangerous, let's go back! If His Royal Highness knew that I would take you to the camp of the Qingtian tribe, I would definitely kill me."

A strange look appeared in Zhang Ruochen's eyes, he stopped and stared at Qingmo carefully.

Qing Mo's eyes touched Zhang Ruochen's eyes, and he seemed a little guilty. He immediately looked away and said, "Young Master Zhang...why...what is wrong?"

Zhang Ruochen showed a puzzled look and said, "You are a Qingmo Holy Vine that has grown for 40,000 years. Your cultivation is still above Senior Sister Huang. Even if she brings you to Kunlun Realm, you don't have to be so afraid of her, right? Are you not an equal relationship?"

You should know that the Qingmo Holy Vine, which has grown for 40,000 years, has a cultivation level that is definitely not as simple as a saint in the lower realm.

Even if Qing Mo rarely comes into contact with people and is relatively timid, he is not so afraid of a half-saint, right?

None of the people present was a weak person, and they were all famous figures in Kunlun Realm. However, none of them dared to face Prince Qingtian directly.

Prince Qingtian's strength is too terrible, one or two levels higher than them.

Prince Qingtian's eyes were the first to stare at Guiwu and said, "Guiwu, your injuries have been healed, right?"

"Watching the Holy Blood Pill given by His Highness the Prince, not only has his injuries been healed, but his realm seems to have improved a little." Guiwu was very respectful to Prince Qingtian, clasped his fists with his hands and saluted upwards.

Immediately afterwards, Guiwu said again: "Although my subordinate failed this time, he still found some of Zhang Ruochen's background. There were at least four powerful people at the level of Beast King around him, and he must have a huge force."

Prince Qingtian's eyes emitted a dazzling light and said, "Can he be really the prince of the Central Empire of the Holy Ming 800 years ago, and has recruited his former subordinates to his side?"

The Immortal Vampire and the Central Empire of Shengming can be called a deep hatred. If it weren't for Emperor Ming, how could the Immortal Vampire be sealed on an isolated island and spend eight hundred years of dark years?

Therefore, when Prince Qingtian heard the words of Guiwu, he would pay so much attention.

Princess Yanxin's finger gently touched the crimson-long tip and smiled charmingly: "If he is really the Prince of Shengming, wouldn't it be better? This princess just captured him, sucked his blood in one mouthful, and seized his five elements chaos body and true god destiny. Haha."

Princess Yanxin's voice is soft and beautiful, full of temptation.
Chapter completed!