Twenty-five hours later, Shi Shenghua killed all the saints in the sword prison realm and the purple house realm, returned to Zhang Ruochen's side, and threw dozens of storage bags on the ground.

Zhang Ruochen dumped out the contents of dozens of storage bags, and piled them up on a hill on the ground.

There are only seven or eight hundred jade bottles filled with blood and remnants.

Seeing those jade bottles, Qing Mo squatting aside was a bit surprised, and a pair of star eyes stared roundly, saying, "They actually killed so many saints, shouldn't we deal with the Raksha clan together?"

Zhang Ruochen said, "Who told you to come to the battlefield of merit to deal with the Raksha race?"

"Isn't it?"

Wu Qingmo widened her eyes and felt quite confused. Did she hear the wrong order before entering the ancestral realm?

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "I came to the battlefield of merit to gain more merit."

Wu Qingmo was even more puzzled and said, "To capture the merit value, is not to kill the Raksha monks?"

"How fast is it to kill the Raksha monks to get the merit value than to kill other participants?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't know how to describe his mood. Anyway, Qing Mo also followed him for a period of time, but she was still so innocent. It was not easy for her to have lived on the battlefield of merit for nearly a month.

Wu Qingmo fell silent, holding her cheeks in her hands, as if thinking.

Zhang Ruochen was too lazy to continue to explain to her and began to count the gains of this battle.

There were 1.07 million drops of blood, of which the blood of Marquis Rakshasa was 840 drops.

There are two and a half million strands of remnant souls, of which the remnant of Marquis Rakshasa has 1,350 strands.

Plus the treasure jar that Zhang Ruochen had obtained before, now, he already has 3,000 drops of Marquis of Rakshasa's blood and 2,500 strands of Marquis of Rakshasa's remnant. The blood and remnants of Rakshasa below the Marquis are countless.

In addition, Zhang Ruochen collected more than 2,000 drops of Ningzhen Shenglu, as well as a large number of healing Shengdan, holy vessels, and runes.

Zhang Ruochen handed all the holy artifacts, including the two holy holy artifacts left strictly by the holy holy and fisheye holy, to Shen Yuan's ancient sword, allowing it to be refined and absorbed, and to improve its own grade.

On the other end, all the roots of the sacred flower have been extended and rooted on the corpses of the saints in Sword Prison and Purple House, absorbing their divine power and blood, and impacting the most holy realm.

Its vines, leaves, and fruits all emit turquoise green light, like a jade **** vine.

As long as the sacred flower reaches the sacred realm, it will immediately become the top powerhouse under the sage king, and it will also be a great help for Zhang Ruochen.

Therefore, Zhang Ruochen decided to give it a day and a night to let it hit the realm.

Zhang Ruochen sat under the sacred flower, took out a bottle of condensed sacred dew, swallowed it into his mouth, and refined and absorbed the continuation of the rules of the Cause to consolidate the state he had just broken.

It is only the first step to reach the "de-virtualization" rule of the Holy Cause.

He must continue to condense the rules of the Cause, and only by condensing the rules of the Cause to the "extreme extreme" can it be considered the ultimate attainment of the state of the Holy One.

That realm is the most holy realm.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen is still far away from the sacred realm.

According to Zhang Ruochen's estimation, even if it is to practice to the middle of the true sacred, at least five thousand drops of Ningzhen sacred dew need to be refined. If you want to cultivate to the later stage of the true sacredness, the condensed sacred dew you need is multiplied.

Qing Mo, who was standing still, seemed to have figured out what Zhang Ruochen had said before, suddenly stood up and exclaimed: "I see!"

Zhang Ruochen was shocked by the sanctity in her body, and immediately stopped condensing the rules of the Cause, saying, "What are you doing at first glance?"

Qing Mo was very pleased and said, "I see! Like you, killing dozens of saints in the sword prison realm and the purple house realm, you can immediately get a lot of blood and remnants, which is equivalent to getting one. A lot of merit. Yes, collecting merit in this way is indeed many times faster than killing a Raksha monk by myself. "

若 Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes, suppressed the chaotic force in his body, and calmed himself, saying: "How long have you thought about such a simple truth?"

"This is the fastest way to get merit, right?" Qing Mo asked.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "No."

Tong Qingmo said for a moment, "There is a faster way?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Looting other participants can indeed quickly collect the blood and remnants of Rakshasa monks. However, one's power is limited after all, the four world fragments of the Zulong world are very wide, and all saints are scattered Very open, how many people can you snatch? "

Qing Qingmo's fingers, gently pulling his hair ends, thinking hard and asking, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Ruochen felt a headache. If he was a gifted sage, I'm afraid he would have understood the meaning of his words, but it was Qing Mo who was standing in front of him.

I am also a Jiutian Xuan Nu, why is there such a big gap?

Zhang Ruochen said: "Who kills the most in the ancestral realm?"

Wu Qingmo didn't even think about it and said, "You."

Zhang Ruochen glared at her and said, "Which side am I talking about?"

"Sword prison world and Zifu world?" Qing Mo Road.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "It's not them, it's the Rakshasa."

Wu Qingmo nodded and said, "Yes, there are indeed a large number of saints in the Seven Realms of Shatuo, who died in the hands of the Rakshasa."

Zhang Ruochen said: "The monks of the Raksha clan killed them, and they would naturally get the jade bottles on them. For us, those jade bottles are extremely precious. Every drop of blood and every strand of residual souls represent a lot of merit. Value. But for Rakshasa, those things have no value. "

Wu Qingmo thought Zhang Ruochen was very reasonable, but some others couldn't understand.

The saint of the seven realms of Luoshatuo killed the Raksha monks and captured the blood and remnants. The Rakshasa monks killed the saints of the Seven Realms of Shatuo and took back the blood and remnants of their bodies.

Wu Qingmo felt a mess in his head and said, "What the **** does that mean?"

Zhang Ruochen thoughtfully said: "Whoever can get the blood and remnants in the hands of the Rakshas is the first of the merit wars of the saints."

"I don't care who is the first of the saints' merit warfare. You first return the blood and relics I collected to me, but it is something that is related to the life and death of the entire Kunlun community."

Wu Qingmo boldly walked over and shook Zhang Ruochen's arm.

Zhang Ruochen also felt that it was almost impossible to capture the blood and remnants of the Raksha clan, so he shook his head gently.

There should be other ways.

Seeing that Zhang Ruochen had no reaction at all, Qingqing Mo continued to beg and begged, saying, "Please, give it back to me!"

若 Zhang Ruochen took back his mind, took out Qing Mo's space ring, pinched it between his two fingers, and said politely, "As long as the blood and remnant you collected is related to the life and death of Kunlun?"

Wu Qingmo's eyes rolled a little, and said, "You have so much blood and remnants, should you give me some?"

"I think it's beautiful."

Zhang Ruochen glanced at her, and then took a piece of frozen dragon meat, a flaming wing, and a shark fin from the space ring, and put it on the ground, saying: "Isn't your cooking skill great? Take out The best skill of God of Food is to make a delicious meal for Prince Edward. If Prince Edward is happy, he will not necessarily give you some blood and soul. "

"really?"

"of course it's true."

Qi Qingmo's eyes brightened, and then she rolled up her sleeves, exposing her two white arms, ready to fight.

Compared with monks who hunted the Raksha clan, it was clear that Qing Mo was more interested in cooking food. Inside her space ring, it was filled with all kinds of top-quality ingredients, cooking materials, tableware, and other things prepared by other monks to come to the battlefield.

From the space ring, Zhang Ruochen took out a bronze table case, put it on the bank of a giant whale river full of floating corpses and bones, took out a pot of dragon wine, and poured it into a luminous cup.

Zhang Ruochen held up the luminous cup and took a sip against the **** river breeze.

Jiulong wine is quite strong, as if magma enters the throat, as if to melt his internal organs.

Not too far away, Qing Mo began to cook, and soon a strong fragrance came out. Those fragrances kept drifting to the distance, which actually suppressed the **** smell between heaven and earth.

Wu Mingming was in a crisis-ridden battlefield, surrounded by a scene of Shura hell, but Zhang Ruochen was drinking comfortably, waiting for delicious food.

连 Even Zhang Ruochen felt that all of this was too incredible to make people wonder whether it was in reality or in a dream.

After drinking three cups in a row, Zhang Ruochen's eyes became a bit confused, and he finally asked what he wanted to ask, saying: "Why didn't Huang Yanchen come to the battlefield of merits?"

Before entering the holy road, Zhang Ruochen observed the army of the saints in Kunlun Realm and did not find the figure of Huang Yanchen.

Wu Qingmo hesitated a little, and said, "She is missing!"

"Missing, how is that possible?"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes revealed a fascination, and he didn't believe the words of Qing Mo.

"It's really missing, no one knows where she went, as if the world has evaporated." Qing Mo said very seriously.

Zhang Ruochen said: "As one of the Kunlun realms, how could she suddenly disappear? Besides, even if she really disappears, as your identity, you must know where she went."

Qing Mo saw that Zhang Ruochen's eyes were not right. I was afraid that Zhang Ruochen would hit her, and his head was shaking like a rattle, saying, "I really don't know. I asked Sister Dan Qing, she didn't know either. The smoke and dust county owner just disappeared No trace, what can I do? "

Zhang Ruochen took back the cold that escaped, and it was confirmed that Qing Mo did not lie, and Huang Yanchen seemed to disappear.

How could this be?

After a long while, Qing Mo held a one-foot-long crystal plate with both hands ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ carefully walked towards Zhang Ruochen, his fingers trembling, and placed the crystal plate on the table case.

On the plate, there was a piece of golden-colored dragon meat, smoking white smoke, exuding an extremely strong aroma, but just smelling the aroma, it was anxious to swallow it.

Then, Qing Mo brought a plate after plate of dishes, all of which are delicious on earth.

Zhang Ruochen was still contemplating, as if the soul had gone out, his eyes were somewhat empty, and he seemed to have no interest in the delicious food in front of him.

At this moment, in the night, it was a very pleasant woman's voice: "It smells so good, let me smell it, there are dragon meat, there is a shark fin, and there is a fire meat ... It's too Well, I like to eat. "

"Da da."

Footsteps were getting closer.

Immediately, a tall beautiful woman in a pale green robe, with her hands on her back, came out of the night.

The flames from the fire not far away reflected on her body. You can see that she was wearing a silver-white **** crystal crown on her head, with a very noble temperament on her body.

Behind her, followed by a blue bird with nine heads, its nine pairs of eyes were staring straight at the dishes on the table case, and crystal harrahs flowed from the nine beaks at the same time.

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