After breaking through the realm, Zhang Ruochen's body trembled suddenly.

Then, the pores of the whole body were completely opened, and a force of sucking was released to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Zhang Ruochen's body was completely wrapped in a spiritual vortex, and it was not until a few days later that the spiritual vortex disappeared.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen laughed loudly and shouted: "Catched, captured! Finally, the mark of time was captured."

"The Sword of Time, no trace in an instant."

His eyes were not opened, as if he was still sleeping.

The arm was pinched into a sword technique, and suddenly waved it, turning into a ray of light and slashed out.

"Swish!"

That sword light cut through the space domain and tear apart a hole.

Suddenly, blood gushed in, completely submerging Zhang Ruochen's body.

Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes, turned his hands into palm prints, pushed them out in the left and right directions, and once again supported the space domain.

He looked at his hands, then at the divine wood picture of the universe on the ground, and said to himself: "What a powerful sword of time, it can actually break through the realm of space. But how did I successfully practice the sword of time?"

Zhang Ruochen rubbed his temples and recalled them hard.

Just now, he pressed his palm on the Qiankun Divine Wood Picture, and seemed to see a huge ancient tree and an old man practicing swordsmanship.

He felt that he had been practicing swordsmanship with the old man for several months.

However, it seemed that only a moment had passed.

"It was the feeling that last time, it seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed like only a moment had passed. However, this time, it was much clearer than the last time. I am sure that I was learning sword with an old man, and I was learning the sword of time. The first move was called Shina Wuhen."

Zhang Ruochen tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember what happened. There were only some vague reflections in his mind.

"Is the place I went to the inner world of the Qiankun Shenmutu?"

The Qiankun Divine Wood Picture absorbs the original energy of the Wood Jingxu Realm. The Heavenly Divine Wood should have grown up, enough to support the inner world of the picture scroll.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ruochen immediately injected his true energy into the Qiankun Divine Wood Picture. With a bang, the surface of the scroll rose.

The rays of light are as thin as silk threads, gathering together and turning into a door to space.

Zhang Ruochen stepped out in one step and entered the space gate as if he had passed through a layer of light curtain. The next moment, his feet stepped on a piece of emerald green grass.

Zhang Ruochen looked around and saw the whole world lush and lush area. In a farther place, you could vaguely see huge mountains towering into the clouds, clouds and mist, and deep mountains and ancient forests, giving people a scene like a wild and vast siege.

A moment ago, there was still a pool of blood in the dim light.

The next moment, I came to an independent world, like a paradise, isolated from the world.

"This... this is the picture-scroll world of the Qiankun Shenmu Picture. What is the difference between it and the real world? It's so amazing. I don't know what level the cultivation level of the Sumeru Saint Monk reached back then, and he was able to create his own world."

Zhang Ruochen was amazed and suddenly thought of what Buddhism calls "one flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi."

He took a deep breath, and the air was filled with a stream of soil, fragrance of flowers and plants, and a powerful spiritual energy poured into his body and ran around in his meridians.

Zhang Ruochen looked up, with a look of awe in his eyes, folded his hands together, bowed to the new seedlings connecting to the heavenly divine tree, and immediately turned around and left.

Zhang Ruochen didn't know how long he had practiced before, and was afraid that he had missed the ten-day appointment, so he hurriedly withdrew from the world of picture scrolls.

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen walked out of the door of space and returned to the bottom of the blood pool.

The light of the Qiankun Divine Wood Picture flashed, turned into a dot of light, flew into Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows, and then slung in the sea of ​​qi.

Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath and gradually calmed down his emotions.

It was not until this time that he realized that his martial arts cultivation had already broken through to the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm without realizing it, and his mental power had reached the forty-second level.

The mental power reached the forty-second level, which was originally expected by Zhang Ruochen.

After all, if his mental power had not been broken, he would not have learned the first sword of the Sword of Time, without trace in an instant.

But how could the realm of martial arts have also been broken through?

After all, Zhang Ruochen's martial arts realm has only been breaking through to the Great Extreme Realm of the Heavenly Realm. According to his estimate, if he wants to break through to the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm, it will take at least another half a year to practice.

"Is it because when I comprehended the Sword of Time, the martial soul turned into a false god body and absorbed the sacrificial power in the blood pool?" Zhang Ruochen could only think of such a possibility.

He released his mental power and merged into the blood pool. Sure enough, the sacrificial power in the blood pool became much weaker.

"It seems that I have been in the blood pool for a long time, otherwise it would be impossible for me to break through to the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm."

Zhang Ruochen's face was solemn, and he said to himself: "I hope it will take ten days."

He transported his true energy to his legs, stepped on the bottom of the blood pool, and took advantage of the recoil force, and rushed upwards like an arrow leaving the string.
Chapter completed!