When he came to a safe area, Zhang Ruochen put the seventh-level marquis and Qing Mo on the ground.

He immediately mobilized the twelve beads that were injected into the wrist with holy air, and the twelve beads flew up, suspended in twelve directions, covering the area of ​​100 square feet.

The seventh-class marquis had fainted, like a dead pig, on top of thick fallen leaves.

Zhang Ruochen's face was dull, his finger stretched out, and he pressed it to his brows. A powerful spiritual force rushed out of the fingertips, entered the sea of ​​consciousness of the seventh-class marquis, and explored his memory.

The surface of the seventh-level marquis' conscious sea was covered with a layer of dark purple halo, which resisted Zhang Ruochen's mental power.

"In order to avoid the theft of important information, the big man of the Raksha family has even sealed his sea of ​​consciousness."

Subsequently, Zhang Ruochen mobilized the net annihilation fire in the sea of ​​gas, condensed into a flame spike, and rushed into the eyebrows of the seventh marquis along with the mental power, carefully refining the dark purple halo on the surface of the conscious sea.

"啵."

Xun Jing's extinction fire burned through the dark purple halo and seized the opportunity. Zhang Ruochen's mental strength successfully broke in and searched for valuable information in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After a while, Zhang Ruochen retracted his fingers and thought about it.

"It turns out that a powerful figure like Feng Xinghou is only under the authority of Master Lingquan. Master Lingquan is a real powerful character."

"But why did Master Lingquan order to capture the Scripture Girl? What value does the Scripture Girl have for him?"

In the memory of the seventh-class marquis, Zhang Ruochen found a lot of the most important things, including information about some of the top people in the Raksha clan.

Princess Luocha, Master Lingquan, Xianzhuhou, Holy Arrow ...

Among them, Master Lingquan is also a very terrible existence, commanding ten first-class marquises, and has an extraordinary status in the Raksha clan.

I was even more puzzled by Zhang Ruochen because he himself seemed to be the target of Master Shaoquan.

"The son of a Rakshasa monarch came to the ancestral realm of the doomsday battlefield, but he was not looking for the Phoenix Nest, but was looking for me and the sage scholar. Why?"

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and meditated, and always felt that he had to figure out the reason, but in a certain place his thoughts suddenly interrupted and contradictions appeared.

Finally, Zhang Ruochen shook his head, stretched out his fingers again, and pressed the brows of the seventh-level marquis.

This time, in the depth of the seventh-level marquis' consciousness, Zhang Ruochen found another layer of purple halo, which was stronger than the outer layer.

"Is there a bigger secret?"

Zhang Ruochen mobilized the net extermination fire and went to crack again.

The pure flame of haze had just been burned through, and the body of the seventh-class marquis trembled violently. Then, a roar rang out in the sea of ​​air, and a destructive force burst out from the inside.

"Space collapses."

若 Zhang Ruochen's face changed slightly, suddenly backing backwards, pressing his hands toward the front, breaking the space within ten feet of the seventh-level marquis.

七 The body of the seventh-class marquis has just burst, and the destructive power in the body has not yet been released, it is swallowed up by the broken space and disappeared into the void.

若 Zhang Ruochen stretched out an arm to block the surging momentum, and his face was solemn: "Unable to detect, what secrets does the Raksha family have hidden? Fortunately, I have been prepared for a long time, otherwise, I will definitely suffer a lot."

After the space was restored to stability, Zhang Ruochen took out the wall of merit books and placed it under the twelve beads.

Seeing the wall of merit books, Qing Mo's eyes were slick, and he rushed over and touched the wall immediately, saying: "The wall of merit books turned out to be the wall of merit books ... Zhang Ruochen, you took it from the holy mountain. The merit book wall, great, now Kunlun Realm is saved! "?

"What does it have to do with Kunlun?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Suddenly, Qing Mo calmed down and remained silent.

Zhang Ruochen took out the Rakshasa blood and remnant soul that he had just collected and placed it next to the wall of merit books. Then, the merit value of the Guanghan world increased by 370,000 points.

Thirty-seven thousand points is already a huge number, and many saints have never collected so many merit values ​​in their lifetime.

However, the gap between the Guanghan world and the Dafang Shifang world is too large, and it is impossible to surpass the past by attacking the Marquis Rakshasa with sleepless power by Zhang Ruochen alone.

Thousands of thousands of merit values ​​seem a little trivial.

"There are only two ways now."

第一 "First, secretly contact the saints in Guanghan Realm and collect them into the Raksha remnants and blood, and all of them will be converted into successful virtues, which should increase the merit of Guanghan Realm a lot."?

"Second, grab."

Snatching is the fastest way to collect merit values.

I heard the word "grab" and stood on the side of Qing Mo, shaking with shock.

Defending Zhang Ruochen was like preventing a robber. She rushed to the wall of the merit book, took out Raksha's blood and remnant soul, and converted it into merit value.

After watching the increase in merit value of Kunlun Realm, Qing Mo patted his chest and breathed a long sigh of relief.

What a pity, Zhang Ruochen didn't look down on her merit.

Zhang Ruochen took out a messenger amulet, carved a paragraph of text, and then injected a sacred breath into Su Qingling and struck out the messenger amulet.

"Wow--"

Lu Xun's light rune circled in the dense forest, and then fell to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen walked over and picked up the messenger rune, and said, "In the chaotic space, even the messenger rune can't fly out. This is a bit troublesome!"

I ca n’t connect with the saints in the broad cold world, how can I get the Rakshasa blood and the remnant soul on them?

Wu Qingmo stumbled behind Zhang Ruochen and said carefully: "You said earlier, Sister Nalan will be in danger? You are so powerful, so don't help her?

"No one in Kunlun can be hurt by her masters. Besides, even if I want to help, I don't know where she is?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Zhang Ruochen knew she owed her a lot for the talented lady of the Holy Book.

It's a pity that the two stand on the opposite side of each other, and it is better to contact as little as possible. Too much contact is not good for her.

Bing Qingmo's fingers, gently pulling her hair ends, and lowering her head, she said, "I can sense her position."

"How can you sense her position?"

Zhang Ruochen showed a strange look, quite puzzled.

Wu Qingmo said seriously: "This is a secret, and it cannot be said yet."

Although the talented sage of the Holy Book is very intelligent, the Master of the Whole Spirit is an extremely powerful figure, which is called an invincible existence in the sacred realm.

How could Zhang Ruochen not worry at all?

"Okay, I just want to meet the young Master Lingquan for a while, but I want to see, what an amazing character he is?"

"Really? Great!"

Wu Qingmo is like a teenage girl, petite and soft, walking in front to lead the way. Zhang Ruochen looked like Yushu was facing the wind, carrying her hands behind her, hurriedly behind her, disappearing step by step in the dense forest.

Uh ...

Uh ...

Walking out of the ancient maple dense forest, you can see the 33 sacred mountains at the deepest point.

Between the sacred mountain and the dense forest, it is a vast swamp area. In the swamp, a reddish plant grows, its leaves and rhizomes are crystal clear, and it is burning with flames.

There is also a chill, rising from the swamp, condensing into white mist turtles, mist dragons, mist phoenixes ... The scene is quite strange, but full of danger.

Because in the swamp, you can often see the holy man and the marquis Rakshasa who are frozen into ice sculptures.

From this we can see how terrible the cold here is.

Deep in the swamp, cold and flames are intertwined.

Dozens of saints in Kunlun Realm walked over the swamp and slowly moved forward. There are words, flying under their feet, above their heads, and beside them, resisting the cold and flame attacks.

Tong Chu Siyuan and Uncle Yue walked in the forefront, mobilizing their mental strength and holding up a bamboo slip holy book.

The text that surrounded them was flying out of the bamboo slips.

In addition, the other eight of Nine Heavens Xuan Nu, and more than ten Confucianists, Taoists, and priests of the Ministry of War, followed closely behind them.

After experiencing successive battles, Canglan Wusheng's face was full of exhaustion, saying: "Dan Qing, their goal seems to be you. Do you know what the reason is?"

Recently, they have been attacked fourteen times, more fiercely than ever.

At the beginning, their team consisted of more than 200 saints, but now there are only more than forty, and most of them have died.

Because the spiritual power was exhausted, the face of the sacred scholar was pale, saying: "Perhaps it is related to the Confucian Scriptures. According to the speculations of the Confucian and Taoist sages of the past, the spiritual achievements of the four Confucian ancestors are likely to exceed 70 He has the power not less than that of God. In some ways, he even surpasses God. "

"The Rakshas are also the leaders of spiritual power in the entire universe, and they must be quite interested in the Confucian Scriptures. In addition, I can't think of other possibilities."

Suddenly ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The space above the swamp was violently shaken.

Then a fireball with a diameter of ten feet hit it, hitting each one of the words.

"Boom."

Thousands of texts were bombarded and flew out. One of the soldiers' true sages was hit by a fireball and flew out directly. It turned into a ball of blood and died on the spot.

"No, the strong Rakshasa chased after him."

Wu Canglan Wusheng and the ten kings of the soldiers rushed forward and stood in front of the spiritual monks Chu Siyuan and Uncle Yue. They took out a piece of holy artifact and waited for it.

"Haha."

Laughter came out.

Wu Lingquanjunjun wore a black armor of thunder and lightning, his burly body was revealed in the swamp, and he strode forward as if he were a world-wide demon.

The cold of those who can freeze the saints and the flames of those who can burn the saints, within ten feet of the Master of the Whole Spirit, will automatically dissipate and open, without hurting him at all.

"Escape into the bipolar swamp, you can escape the eyes of the Rakshasa? You are too naive."

Master Shao Quanquan dismissed a smile and immediately said: "On the left side of the Confucian and Taoist monks stands, and on the right of the martial arts monks. If obedient, today, maybe you still have a way to live."

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