"Small ice rain."

Mu Lingxi's extremely dark ice power turned into thousands of filaments, like the lines of raindrops falling from the sky, entangled the holy body, making its body stiff and slow.

"Wow--"

A yingying hand, holding a phoenix puppet, drew a cold light of several ten feet in length, chopped it over, and cut off the sacred body.

After receiving the invitation from Lao Confucius, Mu Lingxi immediately spread her wings and flew out of the battle platform to join Zhang Ruochen.

"See if there is, a sacred body, not my opponent." Mu Lingxi raised a white chin and said proudly.

Zhang Ruochen nodded and smiled, "It's pretty good."

"What about that black bitch?" Mu Lingxi asked.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The black sister-in-law just smashed the holy body with one punch, and has already gone to Fengshentai."

"A punch?"

Mu Lingxi looked surprised.

Just now, she fought with the sacred body, and she knew how powerful the sacred body was, and she wanted to win with just one punch. It was simply an imagination.

"Why are there so many evil people in heaven?" Mu Lingxi was a little discouraged.

Zhang Ruochen smiled: "If there are not so many evil people in Tianting World, I am afraid that he will be defeated by Hell World. In fact, you are already very good, there is no need to compare with those evil people. Even if you want to compare them, let me shoot Just fine. "

Mu Lingxi's eyelids were picked up and he said, "Yeah, you are also an evil figure, how are you going to defeat the Holy Incorporeal?"

"What do you think I should use?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"Um ... three moves?"

"Okay, just three."

Zhang Ruochen's figure flickered, disappeared in place, and appeared on the battle platform where Mu Lingxi was fighting with the holy body.

He carried his hands on his back, smiled, and looked around. I saw that all the monks who were preparing to get on the battle platform showed a miserable look.

"What the **** is going on, how did this Terran scholar come to the stage?"

"Is it stealth?"

"No, it is likely to be a space force. Among these monks, there should be a hermit who is proficient in the way of space, and can instantly send souls to the platform."

Zhang Ruochen's gaze looked upwards, staring at the Confucianist who stepped on the void, and said, "Is the younger one to challenge the Holy Body?"

"You are one step in the realm of the Holy King's peak, and the holy market body against you is also the same."

The old Confucian opened the Holy Spirit book again, and his fingers bounced on the page, and then a light spot flew out of the page and landed on the battle platform.

"Wow."?

The light spot turned into a one-step warlord in the realm of the peak of the Holy King. Holding a spear, he looked magnificent.

"A step of the Holy King?" Zhang Ruochen was disappointed.

Originally, Zhang Ruochen thought that he had broken through to the two-step holy king realm.

Lao Confucianism's cultivation is profound, and he should not look away.

"We still have to work hard." Zhang Ruochen sighed.

The sacred body is formed by the consolidation of the holy spirit and the rules of the Tao. The spear in his hand is like a sharp dragon, turning into a light shuttle, piercing Zhang Ruochen's brows.

"Although it is a sacred body, it is very powerful and comparable to a two-step holy king." Zhang Ruochen was a little surprised.

Surprisingly, the Confucianist just turned the Holy Spirit book, and he was able to condense a powerful holy body. This method is even more powerful than spreading beans.

Mastering a holy spirit book is like mastering countless holy kings, and can easily destroy an ancient gate.

I can't think about it. It's creepy to think about it.

Zhang Ruochen's footwork step by step made the Holy Body two moves.

When the third incarnation was exhibited by Zhang Shengchen, Zhang Ruochen took a step ahead, condensing the Kendo Xuanzang, and pointed out a sword, penetrating the skull of the Sanjian body, and easily won.

After getting the invitation, Zhang Ruochen clenched his fists in both hands, bowed his hands to worship the old Confucianist, and then flew off the battle platform and fell to Mu Lingxi's side.

Mu Lingxi's teeth bit her lip and said, "You can defeat the Holy Body with one stroke. Why do you have to use three strokes?"

"Because you let me use three tricks." Zhang Ruochen smiled warmly.

Although Zhang Ruochen knows to say this intentionally, Mu Lingxi still feels a little warm in her heart, and a little shyness appears on her face. Fortunately, she wears a veil to cover the redness on her cheeks. The child's favor. "

"Let's go, we also rush to Fengshentai. It is said that there are many treasures there. The sooner you go, the greater the harvest."

Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi rushed into the gate of God, as if walking through a layer of water curtain. Suddenly, a mighty ancient breath rushed towards the face, as if crossing a long river of time, from now on, back to ancient times.

In front of them, an extremely magnificent mountain is suspended in the shape of a pyramid. Compared with this mountain, Wangshen Mountain looks extremely small, like a small hill.

In the mountains, there are places where the blood is shining, some places are dark, and some places are lush and vibrant when they are bathed in the sun, while some places are dead like hell.

That **** mountain is Fengshentai.

In front of the two of them, there are four roads leading to the four directions of Fengshentai.

Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi arbitrarily chose a path and hurried forward. They walked in the clouds and fog, and they were surrounded by a white field, except for a stone bridge under their feet, they could not see any scene.

Gradually, the surrounding fog spread, and several old trees, black trunks, and green leaves appeared in front of them. The trunk was so thick that it would take ten people to cling together, but the leaves were a sage of greenness.

Mu Lingxi's eyes were bright and she said, "I am afraid that these ancient trees have been grown for tens of thousands of years, but they are the treasures of the smelter, and the leaves are not necessarily used for alchemy."

"For the souls below the holy realm, they are indeed supreme holy trees. However, for us, they are of little value. You see, there are mountains and mountains here, and everyone despises them." Zhang Ruochen said.

Mu Lingxi walked a few more steps, her vision became clearer, and it was found that the ancient trees that were thinned by sacred air were growing all over the mountains. I saw the ancient trees before, and they looked ordinary.

Ahead, there were sounds of other beings.

Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi walked quickly, and gradually, a magnificent but dilapidated ancient building appeared in front of their eyes.

A blue stone gate with a height of one hundred feet stands under an ancient tree. On the stone gate, a golden plaque is hung with three holy texts: "Wainanyuan."

Behind Shimen, there is a ruined wall where the margins cannot be seen.

Broken walls, shattered tiles on the ground, rusty ancient tripods, collapsed temples ... Even if it is just a ruin, it all exudes Saint Mang.

The broken walls were cast from jade.

Broken tiles are fired from holy earth.

The rusty ancient tripod is a broken ancient holy weapon. However, the instrumental spirit dies, the sanctity is lost, and it becomes a piece of scrap copper.

...

Everything here is extraordinary.

It is conceivable that in the heyday of prosperity, there must be a place of supreme cultivation, and there are many powerful monks living there.

Mu Lingxi crouched down, and her jade fingers stroked lightly on the soil. In the soil, purple light spots appeared. Suddenly, a shocked expression appeared in her star eyes, saying: "The soil contains a touch of divinity. It used to be the place where God lived."

Zhang Ruochen said meaningfully: "I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Moving on, the two of them finally saw other creatures.

Those beings gathered around a holy pool, and there were more than twenty of them, all of them were strong men with invitations, all of them were top powers in a big world.

The diameter of the holy pond is only about 170 meters.

In the center of the holy pond, a white holy tree grows. The trunk, branches, and leaves are all white, like jade carving.

On the tree, there are more than forty holy fruits, each of which is like a bright moon, emitting bright moonlight. The scent emanating from the Holy Fruit permeates the area of ​​hundreds of feet. Just taking a light breath is refreshing.

Zhang Ruochen's face showed a surprised look, "Heart Moon Fruit."

"Isn't it possible? The long fruit on that holy tree is the legendary heart-moon holy fruit?" Mu Lingxi's eyes widened, and her eyelashes stood upright.

The monks around the holy pool heard Zhang Ruochen's exclamation, all turned around and looked at him.

Among them, a short, thin man with eight spider arms came to Zhang Ruochen and smiled: "Xiaotai has such great eyesight that he can recognize the fruit of the heart and the moon at a glance."

The short man glanced at Mu Lingxi, and there was a stunning look in his eyes.

However, he quickly regained his gaze, his eyes became restrained, apparently a character with a very calm mind, and would not be confused by beauty.

Mu Lingxi said: "It is said that the sacred tree of the heart and the moon is extremely rare. Only when it is planted in the cultivation area of ​​the Great Holy Spirit and absorbs the Holy Spirit's breath, can it grow normally and bear fruit."

"Swallowing the next Holy Moon Fruit will not only allow the Holy One to ascend directly to a realm, but even promote the cultivation of the Holy King."

"Such a precious fruit ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ A holy tree can grow more than forty?"

The eight-armed spider king smiled and said, "It's more than forty pieces. Previously, a total of one hundred and thirty-eight sacred trees were formed. However, most of them were taken away by those evil people with powerful strength. "

"Can you grow 138?" Zhang Ruochen was also surprised.

You know, ancient books record that a sacred tree of the heart and moon can produce only one fruit.

The eight-armed spider said: "Isn't Fengshentai an ordinary place? Not to mention the sacred fruit of the heart month, it is the more precious ghost king fruit. A tree can produce dozens of them."

"Fengshentai has a ghost king fruit tree?" Zhang Ruochen's heart trembled.

When the eight-armed spider king first came to Fengshentai, he was even more surprised than Zhang Ruochen, but after seeing more than a dozen legendary ancient fruit trees, gradually, his mind became calm.

Not far away, a wonderful-looking woman with white skin glanced at Zhang Ruochen and sneered: "Even if you have the heart moon fruit and the ghost king fruit, only the person with great ability can pick it up. The inferior people can only look at it Watching. "

"Is it difficult to pick?"

Zhang Ruochen walked towards the holy pond, staring at the sacred white tree in the center of the pond, taking a sip of the fragrance from the fruit, and immediately felt that his limbs and bones were refreshing.

The wonderful young woman saw that Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi had just entered the Fengshen Terrace. Obviously, they had not received invitations from the Temple of Truth, and were monks who had passed the qualification test.

Therefore, she despised Zhang Ruochen and said, "All of the monks present at the scene have all failed to pick. Do you say it is not difficult? I advise you not to try it, so as not to fall into the holy pool and be frozen by the extremely dark ice. Into an ice sculpture. "

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