The relics contain extremely powerful spiritual power and knowledge, like a golden ocean. Even if Zhang Ruochen's current mental strength is compared with the golden ocean, it is as small as the same drop of water.

It is the relics that contain a great deal of mental power and knowledge, so Zhang Ruochen can absorb it greedily, transform it into his own knowledge, and continuously increase the strength of mental power.

Of course, relics can not only enhance the spiritual power of monks, but also improve the cultivation of monks. However, Zhang Ruochen's meridians and holy veins were destroyed, so he could not absorb the Holy Power and the rules of the Word in the relic.

The relic of the relics is the equivalent of the Buddha Emperor and the Golden Dragon, the two great saints of the Taoism.

Only for a moment after refining, Zhang Ruochen felt that his mental strength had improved a lot, closer to the 53rd level.

At this time, a scent of meat came from the tip of his nose. Zhang Ruochen stopped practicing and opened his eyes to see that Qing Mo was really roasting a dragon claw.

The tadpole is not a whole dragon claw, but a bar. Even so, it is also three meters long, for fear that it will have thousands of pounds of dragon meat.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen's eyes staring at the dragon meat, Qing Mo grinned, his heart was full of sense of accomplishment.

Both Tamarix Liyuan and Yuanyuan Nudes also stopped healing, smelling the scent, just licking their lips gently, and a glowing glow appeared in their eyes.

There is no way, the food made by Qing Mo is so tempting, it can fully motivate people's appetite, and can no longer do anything else.

Finally, the dragon meat is well cooked.

The twenty-four people immediately began to divide food, and Zhang Ruochen and the two female saints did not care about their own image and competed with each other. After a while, they were full of oil and ate the dragon meat cleanly.

Liu Li Nu Sheng pouted her mouth, licked her fingers, and said, "Before I met Qing Mo Girl, I always thought that there was no one cooking in the world, which can be compared with that goddess in the palace. Today, but It was an eye-opener for me. I never expected to taste such a delicious food outside the palace. "

Zhang Ruochen said: "In the world, there are people cooking that can be compared with green ink?"

Liu Li, the noble lady, nodded and said, "There are nine Xuan Nus around the Empress, each of whom has extraordinary strength, so that we can only look up and admire. Among them, one Xuan Nu has gained antiquity. The heritage of the God of Food has a pair of the most wonderful hands in the world, called the goddess of magic. Every dish she makes is not only delicious, but also has the wonderful power of improving cultivation or spiritual power. Eating a dish is like swallowing The next sun. "

"Eating a dish is like swallowing a sundan. Is this too exaggerated?"

Zhang Ruochen was a little unbelieving, because he knew very well how precious Sheng Dan was and how difficult it was to make it. If so, a dish can be compared to a sundan, how does that make those alchemists live?

Yuan Zhen's lady immediately shook her head and said, "It's not an exaggeration at all, this is the real thing. Although the dishes made by the wonderful goddess can only be tasted by the queen, we are also fortunate to be rewarded by the queen as a lady officer. , I have tasted some, and after each meal I can repair it by leaps and bounds. "

Liu Li Nuo nodded and said, "In fact, with the qualifications of Yuan Zhen and me, it is difficult to practice in the holy realm for the rest of my life. But we have only practiced for 200 years, but It has reached the Xuanhuang Realm, surpassing many top talents, not only because of the special environment of Ziwei Palace, but also because of the ability to taste the dishes of the wonderful goddess. "

Wonder Woman's Holy Road: "The dragon meat roasted by the girl Qing Mo also contains the wonderful power to enhance the monk's cultivation, but there is still a big gap compared to the goddess Wonder. However, on the deliciousness of the food The degree is almost the same. The pair of wonderful hands of the girl Qing Mo can be regarded as the first in the world. After all, the goddess of the wonderful hand gets the inheritance of the **** of eating, which is a means of the gods and not of the world. "

The heritage of a God is absolutely remarkable.

Even if you are a saint, it is difficult to imagine how deep the inheritance of God is.

Wu Qingmo seemed indifferent, and said with a playful smile: "I was just a girl who was cooking. Where can I compare with that wonderful goddess. If I can see her in the future, I must ask her a lot."

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen stood up, looked down the mountain through the broken window window, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "A strong man from the sacred realm is approaching the top of the mountain. territory."

Tamarix Lili and Yuanzhang Lily are suppressed by the "potential" of the mountain body, their perception ability is greatly reduced, and nothing is noticed.

"Is the Holy Spirit really powerful here? The same are all Holy Saints. How could the gap be so big?"

The two female saints looked at each other, stood up at the same time, walked beside Zhang Ruochen, and looked down at the mountain.

A moment later, a blood-stained puppet rushed down from the mountain. She carried a powerful and unmatched storm of holy air that made the heaven and earth aura of the whole mountain very chaotic.

手持 She is holding a holy sword, and on her crystal clear skin, there is a flame burning, red and long hair flying in the wind, leaving a bright Mars in the air.

"It is Lord Wu Sheng ..."

"Master Wu Sheng should be hunted down by the undead blood tribe, son, you must rescue her."

The sacred love between Tamarix Liyuan and Yuanzhen Nu can't help but grab Zhang Ruochen's arms and stare at him with a pleading look, as if he really regarded him as the omnipotent savior.

Wu Canglan Wusheng was injured, his face was quite pale, blood stains were hanging on the corners of his mouth, and the red flames of holy flames were on the top of the red flames. Every time he stepped on, a blood-red footprint was left.

I was behind her, chasing a large mist of blood.

"Cang Lan Wu Sheng, why bother struggling, today, you can't escape!"

"We have killed four of our blood saints, and we want to escape."

"Haha, I really want to subdue a mysterious girl to be a concubine, and I don't know if the sergeants of this ethnic group saw that this goddess pressed a mysterious girl under his majesty, would they all be mad?"

Uh ...

Ten blood saints rushed out of the blood mist and hurriedly caught up with the top of the mountain.

他们 In their opinion, Cang Lan Wu Sheng fled to the top of the mountain, no doubt seeking his own way of death, there is simply no chance to escape. Now it is the battle of the trapped beast. As long as you slowly close the net, you can win her.

"Son, you must help a group of Lord Wu Sheng, no matter what the conditions, we can promise."

Tamarix is ​​very anxious to leave the Virgin, and now there is no other way, but to ask Zhang Ruochen for help.

Zhang Ruochen sighed softly: "You are too deserving of me. I'm not as strong as you think, and I have suffered a serious injury. There is no way to fight."

The eyes of Tamarix Liliu and Yuanzhang Nuhyun became somewhat dim, and then their eyes became very firm again. They rushed out of this shabby hall and wanted to rush out and join the Canglan Wusheng.

Even if he was seriously injured, there was nothing he could do, at least he could explode the holy source and end up with the undead.

However, they just rushed to the edge of the Taoist Temple and entered the space lost.

Next, they felt that their bodies were completely out of their control, and they were clearly rushing forward, but their bodies moved to the right, or backwards, and they could not leave that area.

"This……"

The two female saints stopped and slowly moved their steps. However, it was still useless. This area was very strange, as if they couldn't get out at all.

Wu Canglan Wusheng came to Taoist Temple and saw the figure of the two of them. He quickly scolded, "You leave here quickly, and a large number of undead sacred realms are coming."

The two female icons did not hear her at all, still moving slowly, sometimes backing up, sometimes jumping up, and sometimes moving to the left.

Wu Canglan Wu Sheng's eyebrows frowned slightly, rushed towards them, ready to take them away.

However, after she broke into the space lost, her body was no longer under her control.

Wu Canglan Wusheng immediately stopped and snorted coldly: "It's just a lost formation. I just want to be trapped in this saint."

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the sword's tip rushed out of a three-foot-long flame of sword energy and cut it down, trying to forcibly break the array.

However, after her sword was split, the attacking force did not fall to the ground, but appeared above her head and chopped down at her white neck.

"not good."

Wu Canglan Wusheng showed a startled color, and quickly waved the holy sword and chopped it upwards, trying to resist the sword spirit falling from above.

However, the sword that was split upward turned her direction and cut to her waist.

Wu Canglan Wusheng quickly crushed a protective amulet to form a defensive mask, which was to resist two swords. This was her last amulet of bodyguard. I never thought of it. It was actually used to resist two attacks.

However, fortunately, she still has an amulet of body protection. If the famous Canglan Wusheng died under her sword, that would be the real joke.

With the lesson I just learned, Cang Lan Wu Sheng did not dare to move arbitrarily, and stood carefully to observe.

Suddenly, the beautiful eyes of Canglan Wusheng were slightly condensed ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Seeing the Taoist Temple, they actually stood in two figures, a sick young man who could not help but a wind, and a sixteen-seven-year-old girl in Qingyi.

It is Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo.

Zhang Ruochen walked into the space bewilderment and first brought Liu Li and Shengyuan Yuan to the Taoist temple.

Immediately afterwards, he walked towards Cang Lan Wu Sheng again, and said lightly: "Follow my footwork, don't step on the wrong."

Wu Canglan Wu Sheng stared at Zhang Ruochen's back with doubtful eyes, and secretly guessed in his heart, was he setting up this mysterious array master?

Wu Canglan Wusheng followed, and every time he stepped out, he recorded the position of his footwork.

He walked into the Taoist temple, and Liu Li and Saint Yuan Yuan hurriedly greeted them and asked Cang Lan Wu Sheng's injuries.

"It's just a little hurt, it's not a big deal. Most of the holy blood stained on me is the holy blood from the undead blood tribe."

Even though Wu Canglan Wusheng was seriously injured, the beautiful face still looked indifferent, with a straight back, full of arrogance, and full of vitality.

Zhang Ruochen stood side by side calmly, instead of tearing through her, instead staring at the direction of the mountain, sighing softly as he watched the continuous mist of blood pouring towards the top of the mountain.

He didn't want to cause trouble, but he had to take the initiative to come.

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