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Fairy Mountain.

On the shore of the lake under Lingshan, after the recovery of Zhang Ruochen, five colored rays of light flew out from his body, like a body cast with colorful **** stones, full of endless power, making him feel unprecedentedly happy.

Even the sky above Lingshan seems to be affected by the strength in his body, condensing a group of sacred clouds of long-lasting color.

"Tianhe division of labor."

Zhang Ruochen's body flew off the ground automatically, flying into the mid-air hundreds of feet high, playing a trick of Luoshuiquan.

"Boom."

The deafening wind and thunder sounded in this heaven and earth, and a imaginary shadow of Tianhe appeared, suspended in the sky, erupting the power of destroying the heavens and the earth, shaking the Lingshan gently.

After falling back to the ground, Zhang Ruochen took back the overflowing holy air, the colorful luster on the skin gradually faded, and was restrained into the flesh.

Qing Mo was very pleased and gave out a silver bell-like laughter, "Congratulations on the recovery of his wounds, and he is invincible from now on."

Zhang Ruochen nodded with a smile, stunned, there was a severe pain from all over the body, cold sweat on his face, blood lines protruding, his legs were weak, and even standing was a little unstable.

The smile on Qing Mo's face froze, and he hurried forward and rushed forward, holding Zhang Ruochen, and said, "My son, what's wrong with you? Is there an accident during the healing process?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't know what was going on, but felt that every blood, meridian, and holy vein had a sting, as if it was about to break again.

With his hands on his shoulders, Gu Songzi walked out of the hut and hummed softly: "Although the three veins in your body have been fully restored, even better than before, after all, they have just been born, just like a newborn baby. The fierce carrying of the Holy Spirit? "

Gradually, Zhang Ruochen felt the pain in his body, gradually weakened, and eased over.

Zhang Ruochen is very clever, understands the meaning of Gu Songzi's words, and asks, "How long do I need to nurse to be able to fight with others?"

"In your physique, it only takes half a month, and it should be enough. Seeing your boy is quite pleasing to the eye, and the old man is not in a hurry to rush you away. You will stay here for the next half month! "

Gu Songzi fluttered softly and left in a hurry.

Qing Mo stared at the back of Gu Songzi, and suddenly felt that this weird old man was not as unfriendly as the surface.

"Son, do you feel better?" Qing Mo asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm too anxious myself."

Zhang Ruochen laughed at himself, and then took a deep breath. The world-wide qi of the world was transformed into a ray of silk, flowing into the body, flowing slowly in the meridians and holy veins.

After ten consecutive Sundays, the pain disappeared completely.

"My son, I'll catch a wild bird and come back to make soup, and I will make up for you."

Qing Mo displayed his body skills, ascended the towering Lingshan, and disappeared into the layers of white mist.

Gu Songzi has lived here for hundreds of years, so it can be seen that this place must be quite safe. Therefore, Zhang Ruochen was not worried that Qing Mo would be in danger, and he was going to do his best to cultivate, using this half month to let Xiu Go one step further.

Zhang Ruochen knows very well that once the news of his appearance in Xianji Mountain spreads, he will definitely attract many enemies. Only when Xiuwei becomes stronger can he gain a greater advantage in the following battles.

"what!"

Zhang Ruochen's spiritual power entered the sea of ​​qi, and he was surprised to find that the Buddha emperor relic suspends in the sea of ​​qi, located above the fire of annihilation, exuding magnificent golden light, full of sacred charm.

"The Buddha Emperor Shirley was clearly swallowed by me, how could he appear in the sea of ​​qi?"

Zhang Ruochen felt surprised, stretched out a right hand, and placed it on the position of his brows.

"Wow--"

The Buddha emperor's relic flew out of the sea of ​​air, passed through the immortal mark of the eyebrow, and fell into Zhang Ruochen's hand. It was only the size of a peanut meter, with Buddhist texts floating on it.

Zhang Ruochen didn't expect that the reinvention of the three veins actually solved the hidden danger of Buddha's relic.

"It should be during the formation of meridians and holy veins, with the rapid movement of holy air, the Buddha's relics were also brought into the intake sea."

Zhang Ruochen showed a bright smile, and it was a real disaster, and there will be blessings. It seems that luck will get better and better in the future.

The Buddha emperor's relics were re-introduced into the sea. Suddenly, it floated above the net annihilation fire and slowly rotated.

The power released from the relics made Zhang Ruochen improve at ten times the speed even if he did not run the exercises.

"The Buddha emperor's relic is really a priceless treasure. No wonder so many monks want it. With it, it shouldn't be long before I can cultivate Xuanhuang Qi and become a saint of Xuanhuang Realm." Zhang Ruochen secretly said.

After entering the sacred realm, it is difficult to ascend to the sky without ascending a realm.

With the help of Buddha's relic, Zhang Ruochen was able to break through a realm and become a saint in the upper world with the three veins broken.

Nowadays, not only all the three veins are connected, but also with the help of Chaos, Purification of Fire, and Buddha's relic, the speed of cultivation will only become faster.

"The strength of mental strength should have reached the middle of the 53rd order." Zhang Ruochen made such a judgment.

In fact, the strength of mental strength is not divided in such a detailed manner, but only the expression of order.

However, as a spiritual master, he has different assessments of his mental strength. The spiritual masters who have just broken through to the 53rd stage are certainly far worse than those who have been practicing in the 53rd stage for decades.

In Zhang Ruochen's view, the strength of the fifty-three-level spiritual force monk corresponds to the martial arts saints who penetrate the realm and the heavens, and the span is huge.

Therefore, he divided the fifty-three stages into four levels: early, middle, late, and peak.

In the early and middle stages, they correspond to the saints of the territorial realm.

Late and peak, corresponding to the Holy One of Heaven.

There is no doubt that the fairy goddess Fairy Princess of the Earth Temple and the undead goddess of the Immortal Temple are both the pinnacle of the 53rd order.

Moreover, with their exquisite control over spiritual power and powerful treasures they possess, their strength far exceeds the average psychic sage of the fifty-third peak. I'm afraid that only those people at that level can compete with them.

The fifty-fourth-order spiritual power saints correspond to the true and the most holy.

The spiritual strength of Chu Siyuan, the lord of the painting, is the pinnacle of the fifty-fourth order. Going one step further, when you reach the 55th level, you will enter a new world and become the Holy King of Spiritual Power.

Of course, seemingly one step difference, but it is difficult, I do not know how many spiritual masters are stuck at that level.

Like Chu Siyuan, at the pinnacle of the May Fourth Calamity, Shao said that he has stayed for a hundred years.

From the beginning of the 53rd stage to the middle of the 53rd stage, Zhang Ruochen only took a few days. From the perspective of other spiritual masters, it was absolutely shocking. All this is because the Buddha emperor relic.

If Chu Siyuan can get the Buddha emperor's relic, I am afraid that he can break through in an instant and step into the level of the spiritual king.

Next, Zhang Ruochen took out Shen Yuan's ancient sword, squeezed it in his hands, closed his eyes, and instantly felt a flesh and blood connection.

With other swords, you won't feel this way.

"Well."

Zhang Ruochen's arm trembled, and the black giant sword stabbed out, followed by mysterious footwork followed by his footsteps, leaving an illusionary figure by the lake.

The sword goes with the sword.

Just dancing there, Zhang Ruochen was so fascinated that he did not use holy air, but just used simple sword tricks.

Heavenly Heart Sword Technique.

What a thunderbolt sword.

Nine dead swordsmanship.

Time swordsmanship.

...

As long as Zhang Ruochen has practiced the swordsmanship and read the sword code, one trick at a time, naturally at this moment, no matter what the swordsmanship, each trick is very coherent, flowing and flowing, just right.

Until a distance, a charming fragrance floated, Zhang Ruochen took up the sword and stopped.

"I have realized the ninth layer of sword seven, and only the last tenth layer is left. With no regrets, the sword seven can be cultivated to great consummation and named the sword saint."

Zhang Ruochen's mind is still quite looking forward. As a sword repairer, who doesn't want to become a sword master?

Now, Zhang Ruochen is only one step away from the realm that everyone dreams of.

On the tenth floor of Sword Seven, the sword comes out without regret.

"The sword comes out without regret, it seems that it is no longer a Kendo realm, it is more like a realm of life."

Zhang Ruochen frowned, always feeling that he couldn't catch the last level, was it because his experience was not enough?

The fragrance is stronger, making Zhang Ruochen unable to think at all, but fortunately, he no longer thinks about it and is ready to let it go.

Qing Mo did not know where he caught a sixth-order wild bird. He actually stewed a large pot of soup, and the soup looked golden and bright. Not only the meat, but also some elixir.

Gu Songzi had already rushed out of the cottage, squatted beside the cauldron, widened his eyes, kept swallowing, and said, "Girl Qingmo, you seem to have a deep study of Dan Tao?"

"No research," Qing Mo said.

"Impossible, the thirteen elixirs you add to the soup, each with different medicinal properties, but can complement each other, making the medicinal properties extremely powerful. I have n’t even seen my husband before. "

Gu Songzi did not leave the cauldron, licked his lips, and asked impatiently: "Not ready yet?"

Qing Mo said: "This is the tonic soup that I boiled for my son, but without you, what are you so anxious for?"

Gu Songzi spent hundreds of years alone in Xianji Mountain. He has been swallowing blood dan to supplement his physical consumption, and has never eaten food.

Suddenly, Qing Mo boiled a large pot of soup outside his door. With Qing Mo's cooking skills and the fragrance emanating from the soup, one can imagine the appeal of this pot of soup to ancient pine nuts. How huge?

Gu Songzi said seriously: "Zhang Ruochen was recovering from a serious illness and was not suitable for supplementation. Instead, he was an old man who suffered from hunger and starvation for hundreds of years. Recently, I feel that my eyes can hardly see the road, my head is very drowsy, and I should make up for it. "

Zhang Ruochen came from a distance, and when he heard that Gu Songzi was so shameless, he could not help but show a smile, saying: "As long as the ancient seniors can tell the secrets about the dead, this pot of soup meat is naturally yours. . "?