If it were an ordinary holy medicine, even a hundred thousand year old holy medicine, it would be difficult to attract Zhang Ruochen's attention, but this Panlong Vine was different, it was a Yuanhui holy medicine.

As if sensing the aura of the Coiling Dragon Vine, the Blue Sky Holy Dragon immediately poked his head out of Zhang Ruochen's sleeves and stared at the Coiling Dragon Vine with burning eyes.

"Master, I want to get it." Qingtian Holy Dragon said excitedly.

Zhang Ruochen certainly knows that the Panlong Vine is of greatest use to the Dragon Clan, as it can improve the Dragon Clan in all aspects.

However, Panlongteng is a very aggressive Yuanhui holy medicine, and most people have no choice but to do anything about it.

Zhang Ruochen has already sensed that the aura of this coiling dragon vine is extremely powerful and ferocious, and it is definitely difficult to deal with.

"Roar."

At this moment, the Panlong Vine suddenly let out an earth-shattering dragon roar, and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen with its teeth and claws bared.

"Uh-huh."

The Blue Sky Holy Dragon immediately flew out of Zhang Ruochen's sleeves, rose up in the wind, and collided with the Coiling Dragon Vine that was coming towards him.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen took steps and continued walking into the depths of the folding space, not worrying at all that the Blue Sky Holy Dragon Society would not be able to clean up the Coiled Dragon Vine.

Wherever they go, a large number of holy medicines grow, and most of them are very old. They are of the highest quality among the holy medicines, and even the Holy King can use them.

Zhang Ruochen even discovered three hundred-thousand-year-old holy medicines, each of which was extremely rare and extremely valuable. Even the Nine-Step Saint King would be eager to get it.

However, Zhang Ruochen did not go out to pick them. Anyway, Wangshan Mountain was blocked and he was not afraid of them escaping.

Zhang Ruochen has handed over the Seven Dragon Pill Furnace to Xiao Hei. Using these high-quality holy medicines, he should be able to refine many high-level pills.

After passing through several sacred mountains, Zhang Ruochen stopped.

In front of him, an extremely special area appeared, shrouded in brilliant nine-color divine light. It was extremely sacred, like a pure land.

For some reason, Zhang Ruochen's heart became extremely calm as soon as he got close to him, and he felt a sense of tranquility.

Through the nine-color divine light, Zhang Ruochen saw many low mountains. They were so densely packed that it was impossible to see the end. He didn't know how many there were in total.

Every mountain is very special, with a huge tombstone standing in front of it. It is shrouded in extremely ancient rules of the Great Sage, making it impossible to see its true form, and exudes the extremely tyrannical aura of the Great Sage.

"Are these the tombs of the great sage?"

Zhang Ruochen was shocked.

In the royal tomb forest of the Shengming Zhang family, the nine tombs belonging to the great sage ancestors are similar to the scene of these low mountains.

Thinking of this possibility, Zhang Ruochen could no longer calm down, because there were thousands of graves just visible to his eyes.

Doesn't it mean that at least thousands of great saints are buried here?

Could it be that at a certain period in the Kunlun Realm, all the great saints died here and their bones were buried here? However, this is simply impossible.

The aura of the great sage is strong and powerful. Even after death, it is still very powerful and will not dissipate over the long years.

With full of doubts in his heart, Zhang Ruochen walked forward, but as soon as he got close to the nine-color divine light, circles of space ripples appeared under his feet, and waves of terrifying holy power rushed towards him, seeming to tear him apart.

into pieces.

Just when Zhang Ruochen wanted to fight, his own bloodline suddenly changed, and the holy power that came from the attack was inexplicably dissipated.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen felt that the pressure was greatly reduced and he felt much more relaxed.

"What's going on? Why did the great sage's pressure recede like a tide? Just now, the blood in my body seemed to be throbbing like never before." Zhang Ruochen had some vague speculation in his heart.

Involuntarily, he stepped forward again, expending a lot of effort, and finally arrived at the foot of a low mountain.

In front of this low mountain, there is a stone tablet with some complicated words engraved on it, which do not belong to the contemporary world.

"It has such an ancient aura. The characters above should be from the medieval era and contain the rhyme of the Great Sage. However, there is an invisible force shrouding the surface of the writing. With my holy eyes, I can only make out a rough outline.

The outline is a bit blurry and difficult to see clearly.”

Looking at the stone tablet in front of him, Zhang Ruochen couldn't calm down.

Immediately, he released his powerful mental power, touched the words on the stone tablet, and began to decipher them.

What surprised Zhang Ruochen was that this kind of writing was more obscure than he expected. With his current mental strength, it was extremely difficult to decipher it.

After mobilizing his mental power with all his strength, Zhang Ruochen finally deciphered the words on the stone tablet.

"The Tomb of Beihao Saint Lord Zhang Lin."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes narrowed and he said: "It's really the tomb of the Great Sage. This..."

There are thousands of tombs of the great sage. This is so amazing. If you tell me, no one will believe it.

"Bei Hao Shengjun, Zhang Lin, why does this name make me feel familiar?" Zhang Ruochen had a strange look on his face.

Involuntarily, Zhang Ruochen moved his steps and came to a nearby tomb. He mobilized his mental power to wrap the tombstone in front of him.

"The Tomb of Xuanying Emperor Zhang Tianshu."

Zhang Ruochen looked thoughtful and muttered in a low voice: "Zhang Lin, Zhang Tianshu,..."

"Zhang Lin, Zhang Tianshu, aren't these the names of the two great sage ancestors from the Middle Ages recorded in my Zhang family tree?" Zhang Ruochen suddenly remembered.

The Zhang family in the Central Region has an extremely glorious history. Great sage-level powerful men have been born in every dynasty. To this day, dozens of statues of great sage ancestors are enshrined in the ancestral halls of the emperors.

Turning his hands, Zhang Ruochen took out something, which was the long-standing genealogy of the Zhang family.

The ancestral genealogy is not complete, only half of it.

Not long after, he found the names Zhang Lin and Zhang Tianshu on the family tree. They both left a profound mark in the history of the Zhang family.

"Is this really the legendary ancestral land of the Zhang family?" Zhang Ruochen was so shocked that he could no longer remain calm.

He once read an ancient book, which mentioned that the Zhang family had an ancestral land, but it was destroyed at the end of the Middle Ages and could never be found by future generations.

In this way, are the Zhang family of Yunwu County and the Zhang family of the Central Region Saints really of the same lineage?
Chapter completed!