The valley mouth of Moyou Valley is quite narrow, about seven or eight meters wide, and two rows of peach blossoms are planted, which extend to the valley.

Zhang Ruochen silently lurked towards Taniguchi. As soon as he got close to Taohua, he noticed that there was nothing wrong, so he immediately retreated backward.

"Fantasy." Zhang Ruochen was surprised.

If it is not for the sanctification of spiritual power, Zhang Ruochen would probably not be able to detect the fluctuations in the inscriptions of the magic array, and it can be seen that the mental strength of the person who arranges the array far exceeds that of him.

The peach in front of me is not peach.

Everything in front of you is likely to be an illusion.

Zhang Ruochen's mental strength has reached level 50, and he still can't see through the illusion in the valley, and the vest can't help emitting a cool air.

"Ahem."

Zhang Ruochen coughed, his throat was slightly sweet, and crimson blood flowed from his mouth.

Earlier, the divine spirit of the Yuanyuan King invaded Zhang Ruochen's body and ransacked in the meridians and blood vessels, making the wound in Zhang Ruochen's body unable to heal.

The injuries were further aggravated.

"Forget it, wait until the injuries are healed, then go to the valley to investigate."

Zhang Ruochen's figure disappeared into the air and returned to Qianlong Temple.

Princess Moran entered Moyou Valley, passed through Taolin and streams, and came to the outside of a vermilion eaves loft, bowed slightly, and worshiped the loft, saying, "Master, disciples are one step behind, the same saint has already Killed. "

In the attic, an extremely pleasant woman's voice sounded: "The Elder Yuangui encountered a big trouble, so we asked for help, and we did our best, but it was not a big deal."

After a pause, the woman's voice sounded again and asked, "Have you seen who killed the same saint?"

Princess Moran hesitated for a moment, and finally said it, saying, "The disciples found a familiar atmosphere where the same saint was killed, similar to the breath of Zhang Ruochen, who was passed down from time to time."

"Zhang Ruochen from time and space, how could it be him?"

In the attic, the woman's voice became somewhat strange.

Princess Moran said: "The disciples carefully checked the information of this person when they returned to the Blood Gods. This person seems to have a deep relationship with His Highness."

"It's getting more and more interesting."

A gentle laugh came from the attic, with a deep meaning.

Back at Qianlong Temple, Zhang Ruochen immediately looked at the injuries on his body, and he was really hurt. All the internal organs were broken and his veins and blood vessels were broken.

In addition, in the meridians and blood vessels, there is a surging evil spirit surging, and wherever it is passed, the holy spirit is all scattered.

That's the divine power of the Dharma King, which is quite difficult to resolve.

"Fortunately, 143 sanctifications have been sanctified, and the physical strength has greatly increased. Otherwise, I really may not be able to withstand the blow from Di Yuanfa."

Zhang Ruochen ran the Nine Heavens Ming Emperor's Sutra, mobilizing the sacred air in the sea of ​​qi and the masculine air in the mysterious fetus at the same time, running according to the meridian route of the fifth heavy fetus flat magic sky, refining the divine power.

For the wound to heal, the Holy Power must first be resolved.

The divine monarch's cultivation is likely to have entered the Heavenly Realm, and the Holy Power is naturally quite tyrannical. Only by reviving a monk who exceeds the Heavenly Realm can the Holy Power be resolved.

Of course, the Jiutian Ming Emperor's Classic is an extraordinary practice. As long as you practice to a certain degree, you can refine some evil forces in the world.

Sure enough, the "Jiu Tian Ming Emperor's Scriptures" did not disappoint Zhang Ruochen, and only ran a big Sunday to resolve the divine power of the Yuan Dynasty King for less than half.

After three big Sundays, Zhang Ruochen completely refined the divine power of the Yuanyuan King. Although the wound was not healed, the whole person became very relaxed, there was no more uncomfortable feeling, and the pain was relieved.

Nowadays, with his strong flesh and strong sacred air, he can support the wounded body.

The Blood Moon Ghost King first returned to Qianlong Temple and brought back the good news.

In the palm of the Blood Moon Ghost King's palm, he held a blood-red elixir, crystal-shimmering, dazzling, and invisibly, there was a small figure inside the elixir.

A soul pill.

Refined elixir using the holy spirit of the Earth Elemental King.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Swallowing the elixir refined from the Holy Spirit of the Holy One of Heaven, your realm can be one level higher."

The Blood Moon Ghost King looked very indifferent, with no expression on his face, and collected the soul pill.

Zhang Ruochen said again, "The source of the Diyuan Fawang is not very useful to you. Give it to me!"

"Don't forget, your cultivation has not yet surpassed the King. We are now on an equal relationship. At least you are not yet qualified to order the King. If you want the holy source, get something for it." The Blood Moon Ghost King said.

"Alright."

Zhang Ruochen took out the Ruyi treasure bottle, and his finger twitched at the mouth of the bottle. Suddenly, a crimson sacred heart flew out.

The Blood Moon Ghost King's perception is quite acute, he senses the Holy Spirit in the sacred heart, his body flashes quickly, and five delicate fingers scratch forward.

A terrible cry came out of the holy heart, and the holy spirit of the black monk was forcibly removed.

Immediately afterwards, the Blood Moon Ghost King's hands were combined, and two groups of ghost fires burst out, and soon the Holy Spirit of the Black Monk was made into a Holy Dan.

Bloody Ghost King's two jadelike fingers gently twisted Sheng Dan, saying: "The powerful and powerful Soul is indistinguishable from the Sacred Spirit of Di Yuan Fa King."

"The Holy Spirit of the Holy Spirit is naturally quite powerful. As long as he is given a flesh, he can devour the soul of the flesh master, and then he will be reborn." Zhang Ruochen said.

With Zhang Ruochen's current mental strength, even if the physical body is destroyed, as long as the holy spirit and holy heart are still there, he can live for another life.

Of course, in that case, his martial arts road will be ruined once, and he can only be a spiritual power sage in the future.

The Blood Moon Ghost King took out a sacred source and threw it to Zhang Ruochen, and then she entered the world of scrolls, preparing to refining two soul pill to make her cultivation a step further.

Not long after, Elder Yuan Zhou, Shangguan Xianyan, Huang Yanchen, Ji Shui, and Zhao Shiqi returned to Qianlong Temple one after another.

Zhao Shiqi confessed to Zhang Ruochen and said, "Last night, we killed twenty-one semi-sacred men on the list. At this point, we have wiped out most of the forces of the undead blood. Also, Huang Xianzi shot and killed one. An immortal giant of the undead. "

"Good job, this is the treasure I give you."

Zhang Ruochen's finger waved slightly, the sacred heart flew to Zhao Shiqi.

Zhao Shiqi held his sacred heart with both hands, trembling with excitement, and quickly knelt down on the ground, thanking Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Thank you His Highness for your reward, my husband must die for His Highness.

Zhao Shiqi's mental strength has reached the peak of the forty-ninth stage, and there is only one final step to sanctify spiritual power. As long as the sacred heart is refined, Zhao Shiqi will have absolute confidence and become the Holy Spirit.

There is a huge gap between heaven and earth in both a saint and a half-sage, whether in status or in their own strength.

How could Zhao Shiqi not be excited?

Elder Yuan Zhou seemed to have a lot of thoughts and was always in a state of thinking. He noticed a sharp light in his eyes when he noticed the sacred heart in Zhao Shiqi's hands.

"The same saint, that is the sacred heart of the same saint." Elder Yuan Zhou said.

Zhang Ruochen is quite new to the high-level of the blood gods, and has not heard the name of the same saint, asking, "Who is the same saint?"

"He is a spiritual sage of the gatekeeper where Elder Yuan Gui is located. According to his seniority, he should be regarded as the grandson of Elder Yuan Gui." Elder Yuan Zhou said.

In addition to being a holy elder of the blood **** religion, the elder Yuangui also created his own gate of the saint, which is one of the forces attached to the blood **** religion.

Zhang Ruochen nodded, and said, "The person you met with the elderly should be Elder Yuangui?"

"Hey!"

Yuan Zhou sighed, his mood was very complicated.

Elder Yuan Zhou and elder Yuan Gui are brothers and sisters with hundreds of years of friendship, but now they have to become the enemy of life and death. To him, it is indeed a difficult hurdle to pass.

Zhang Ruochen asked, "What's the result?"

Elder Yuan Zhou sighed again and said, "The old man wounded him badly and failed to kill him."

"Did he fail to kill him, or couldn't he?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"What's the point of asking this question now?" Elder Yuan Zhou reluctantly said, "Rest assured! The old man will surely capture him and bring him back to the blood gods."

This matter is very important. You must know that letting elders of Yuangui's level flee has serious consequences, and it is likely to bring a devastating blow to Zhang Ruochen and the Blood Gods.

Zhang Ruochen stared at Elder Yuan Zhou, gazed for a moment, and finally did not question, saying: "Qing Mo has been chased by a holy elder in the Elder's Court and has not returned yet. Does your token work?

"The old man will take a trip in person and he will definitely bring her back."

Because he couldn't bear the thought in his heart, he released an enemy. Elder Yuan Zhou obviously felt ashamed to everyone and wanted to make up for his fault as much as possible.

"And slow."

Zhang Ruochen thought of another thing, and asked, "Elder Yuan Zhou did not know that there is a Moyou Valley in the ancient snow mountain?"

"Mo Yougu!"

Elder Yuan Zhou widened his old eyes and asked, "How do you know this place? It's a forbidden area, so you better put away your curiosity and never break in."

"What the **** is it?"

Zhang Ruochen's mind was even more curious. How could even a figure like Elder Yuan Zhou be so taboo about Mo Yougu?

"There is a place where the Lady Mistress lives. Anyone who breaks into it is a dead end." Elder Yuan Zhou said.

"Mrs. Leader?" Zhang Ruochen was somewhat surprised.

The priestess is naturally the last saint of the blood gods.

Being able to become a saint ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ also shows that the priestess must be an extremely talented person, and that she is in the same era as the **** of blood gods and the four kings.

Even the cultivation of the four kings has reached the level of heaven, and the cultivation of the priestess may be even more horrifying.

Elder Yuan Zhou added another sentence, saying: "In the past, the physique and talents of the priestess were still above the priest. Originally, she had the opportunity to become the priest, and it was a puzzling thing. Instead, she retired to Moyou Valley, and never took a step back from Moyou Valley. "

"Hiding in Moyou Valley does not mean that she did not intervene in the blood gods." Zhang Ruochen said thoughtfully.

The priestess said that she was not necessarily a really powerful person. (To be continued ...)

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