Since that's the case, why must we clash head-on It's better to launch a surprise attack. Take him unawares and strike with fatal force."Zhang Ruochin withdrew his hand from between her fingers and sm...On the ground, blood-red veins emerged, like thousands of rivers of blood covering an area of a hundred miles. The sky was also dyed red.

The Blood Saints of the Tianbu tribe, Qitianbu tribe, and Fengtianbu tribe all rose from the bloodstreams. There were nearly twenty Blood Saints from the three tribes combined.

Among them, the leaders of the three major tribes were all top-tier powerhouses. Their strength was comparable to Zhu Qingyi's.

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Facing such a powerful lineup, Canglan Wusheng's face also changed slightly. He didn't choose to fight head-on, but immediately retreated, leading the Twelve Holy Feathers of Baiyu into Jinxianjishan.

"This Saint has long wanted to take a Nine Heaven Xuan Nü as his concubine, Cang Lan Martial Saint is a good choice, haha."

The leader of the Mottian tribe, named Mie Feng Xue Sheng, stood three zhang tall with a body as thick as a grinding disc. He roared with laughter, grabbed a silver battle sword that shimmered, and chased after them. With a single strike, he aimed his sword at Canglan Wusheng and the Twelve White Feathers Saints, trying to stop them from leaving.

The sword qi was like a river, extending for thousands of miles, sweeping downwards. Every ripple of the sword qi that fell to the ground would leave a crater ten zhang wide.

Canglan Wusheng let out a cold snort, her alluring figure twisting backwards. Immediately, the holy sword on her back unsheathed itself and flew out, transforming into a white rainbow that collided with the battle sword wielded by Mie Feng Xuesheng.

"Boom."

A white mist violently surged, countless sword qi surging and clashing with a whooshing sound.

Even though Mie Feng Xue Sheng had tried his best, he couldn't stop Cang Lan Wu Sheng's sword technique. The sword qi fell upon him like raindrops, clashing against his armor.

"As expected of the Nine Heavens Xuan Nu, her strength is indeed formidable."

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Among the undead blood race, only the strongest among the Heavenly Transcendence Realm Saints are eligible to receive the title of "Heavenly Transcendence General", known as the strongest being under True Saint.

"She easily defeated the Wind-Blood Saint with a single sword strike. Her strength is truly impressive."

Qing Yi's eyes grew colder, transforming into tendrils of black demonic mist that surged into Xianji Mountain. A murderous aura emanated from her, making it impossible for Canglan Martial Saint and the Twelve Holy Feathers to escape.

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Meanwhile, three other leaders and the four clans' Blood Saints transformed into dozens of streaks of light, accompanied by sonic booms, chasing after them from different directions.

After a moment, from within the mountains of Xianji, came earth-shattering sounds of battle that sent all birds and beasts scattering in fear. Some fled outside the mountains, while others sought refuge deep within Xianji Mountain.

Zhang Ruochin, Huang Yanchen, and Qing Mo walked out of the white mist and looked towards the direction where the sounds of fighting were coming from.

Their eyes were all somewhat somber. The presence of a large number of Saint Realm powerhouses from both the Imperial Court and the Undying Blood Clan in Xianji Mountain was definitely not a good sign.

Their goal is the same as ours, they have also come to find ancient pine cones." A worried expression appeared in Huang Yanchen's beautiful eyes.

The crazy drunkard was talking about an ancient Daoist master named Gusongzi.

Qing Mo said, "I heard them say that Gu Songzi obtained the recipe for Huasheng Dan. Huasheng Dan is a legendary holy elixir, just like Sheng Yuan. As long as a demigod takes Huasheng Dan, there is a high chance of cultivating into a saint."

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Zhang Ruchen naturally understood the value of the Huasheng Pill. It was said that during the ancient times, a Dan Dao sect was able to refine this kind of elixir, creating a brilliant era. Just one sect gave birth to thousands of saints.

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But everything that rises must fall.

Because the value of the Hailing Pill was too great, countless people coveted it. The Dan Dao sect that possessed it suffered a disaster and was wiped out by a mysterious force.

With the destruction of that Dan Dao sect, the formula for the Hua Sheng Dan vanished.

Zhang Ruochin said, "I don't know where they got the news from, but with the reappearance of the Huasheng Dan formula, all forces will surely be in motion. I must find Senior Gusong before them."

"The Undying Blood Race wants to kill me, and I wouldn't want to kill them either. Let me see, the time Shijia spent refining the blood-suppressing talismans for me should be complete now."

A flash of killing intent appeared in Zhang Ruochin's eyes.

Before entering the Yin-Yang Sea, Zhang Ruochin sent ten million drops of divine blood to the Shi family, asking them to help refine the Blood Suppression Talisman.

If all of these Zhenxue Fulu were successfully refined, Zhang Ruochen's confrontation with the Undead Blood Clan would be unstoppable. He could kill gods and Buddhas. Even a strong expert like Zhu Qingyi could be suppressed by him.

"Yanchen, go to the Pluto Sword Tomb and bring me that batch of Blood-Suppressing Talismans," Zhang Ruochin said.

"Rest assured, I am not an irrational person." Zhang Ruochin smiled faintly.

Zhang Ruochin called her back, then walked over and reached out a hand to gently touch her snow-white cheek. He gave her a light kiss, their lips meeting.

A blush appeared on Huang Yanchen's face, dusted with smoke and ash, her breathing hitched, her long eyelashes fluttering. Their eyes locked, a palpable wave of affection passing between them.

After a moment, their lips parted.

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After the yellow smoke and dust dissipated, Zhang Ruochin and Qing Mo also entered Xianji Mountain.

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The sounds of battle in the mountains spread out in several directions. It was obvious that the fight between the Blood Saints of the four clans of the Undead Blood Clan and the Bai Yu Twelve Saints led by Cang Lan Wusheng had been divided into several battlefields.

Perhaps, someone is making a break for it.

Zhang Ruochin didn't want to get involved in their fight. He was dressed in white, like a frail scholar, but he walked steadily on.

Qing Mo trailed behind Zhang Ruochin, not displaying the slightest aura of a Saint Realm expert. She was no different from an ordinary maidservant.

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