Zhang Ruochen was not in the mood to clean up the five suppressed kings, carefully laid Mu Lingxi on the ground, grabbed her wrist, and slowly passed the power into her body.

The horrible creature at the level of the Great Saint is too terrible. Although only the aftermath escaped, it seriously damaged Mu Lingxi and hurt the Holy Spirit.

The Holy King was as fragile as the paper man before the Great Holy One.

Gradually, Mu Lingxi's cheeky face finally recovered some blood, and the morale in her body became stable. Zhang Ruochen gently exhaled, sending her to the inner space of the spar of time and space, allowing her to slowly take care of herself.

Xiang Chunan asked with concern: "Isn't it a big deal?"

"The injury has temporarily stabilized," Zhang Ruochen said.

The strength of the Great Saint invades the body, even if it is just a ray, it is enough for the low-level Holy King to die without burial place.

There was also a strong sacred energy that struck Zhang Ruochen's body, causing Zhang Ruochen to also suffer a very serious injury. Fortunately, his physical body, mental strength, and holy spirit were very strong, and he barely resisted it.

Zhang Ruochen swallowed the next healing Shengdan, and with the movement of the exercises, the damaged organs, meridians, and holy veins began to recover slowly.

About a quarter of an hour later, Zhang Ruochen's injuries recovered by 30% to 40%, which was considered stable and he could explode half of his peak combat power.

Xiang Chunan stood at the gate of Taoist Temple, staring carefully outside, his face full of sadness.

Zhang Ruochen walked behind him silently, carrying his hands on his back. I saw, outside the Taoist Temple, surrounded by dense carrion corpses, all of them were very strong, his mouth roared endlessly, and sometimes some carrion attacked the Taoist temple.

Purple light surges around the Taoist Temple, containing sacred power. Once a carrion approaches, it will shatter it.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen felt a burst of hair, as if a sword had reached his brows, and his body was cold. I saw that the half-old ancient holy creature standing outside the Taoist Temple locked him, a finger brighter than the sun, and pointed out.

"Boom."

A blood-red beam of light flew from the fingertips of the murderer.

"Boom."

In the Taoist temple, the purple light emerged again, condensing into a gossip-shaped array, bursting into an unprecedented powerful force, and colliding with the blood-red beam of light.

Taoism, trembling violently.

Even with the resistance of the gossip array, Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan in the Taoist Temple were shocked to fly away, hitting a stone wall heavily, and a large amount of dust fell from the roof.

"It's terrible. We can't get out at all. It seems we are trapped here."

Xiang Chunan's body was so strong and abnormal that he was not bad. He immediately rose from the ground without any injuries on his body.

Zhang Ruochen also stood up, his eyebrows were tingling, his eyes were covered with bloodshots, and he said, "It may not be trapped. There must be some kind of power in the Taoist temple to restrain them."

After running the Jiutian Ming Emperor's Sutra for a week, the pain in his brows slowly disappeared.

Xiang Chunandao: "But I searched the entire Taoist temple and found nothing mysterious at all. This place is so ordinary that it can't be so ordinary."

What did Zhang Ruochen think of suddenly and asked: "How do you know that those ancient fierce creatures dare not enter this Taoist temple?"

"I chased the old guy and broke into it. However, when the old guy entered Taoist Temple, he disappeared and disappeared, I wonder if he had fled away!" Xiang Chunan said in a stunned manner.

"If we could run away from the ground, how could we be trapped here? I have previously explored the ground with dense lines, let alone us, even if the spirit of the nine-step holy king broke into the ground, Will be trapped below. "

Zhang Ruochen touched his chin, then smiled slightly: "The psychic sage should still be in the Taoist temple."

"But ..." Xiang Chu Nandao said.

"Although your clairvoyance is powerful, some things may not be clear."

Zhang Ruochen looked up in the Taoist temple, sometimes leaning down to inspect the ground, and sometimes tapping on the wall gently, and checked very carefully. He came to the back room of Taoist Temple. In the center of the room, five powerful sage kings had been stunned by the metal magic crown, and each of them was bleeding from the seven tricks and was extremely injured.

Xiang Chunan retracted the metal devil crown, then lifted the big hammer, ready to kill them to prevent future troubles.

Zhang Ruochen held his hands on his back and stared at a turquoise wall, saying, "Slow."

"Brother Chen, these people are definitely not a good thing. What are they keeping their lives for?" Xiang Chunan was puzzled.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Don't you say that two people have escaped? As long as the two people are still alive, you cannot kill these five people, or you will cause a huge calamity."

Xiang Chunan nodded his head, walked over, and severely kicked the five holy kings on the ground.

Zhang Ruochen threw out a sacred bond and asked Xiang Chunan to tie them up. And he has been studying the blue-grey wall.

A vivid Tsing Yi road is painted on the wall.

Lao Dao is holding a piece of purple gold gossip mirror and looks like a fairy. Although it is a portrait, he has a strong momentum. The closer he looks, the more awesome he is.

Xiang Chunan tied the five holy kings into a long string, then walked towards Zhang Ruochen and asked, "Brother Ruochen, what are you looking at?"

Zhang Ruochen whispered softly in his mouth, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "So it is."

He reached out a finger and pressed the purple gold gossip mirror in Lao Dao's hand.

Suddenly, a vortex of energy gushes out of the gossip mirror, becoming stronger and stronger, sucking Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan into it.

"Wow--"

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan came to a dim space, surrounded by old dark trees, and the environment was dark and humid. In front of them, a seven-foot-tall **** stand stood.

On the stage, there was an old road with a broken body.

The old man did not know how many years have passed, but his body did not have a trace of decay, but instead exuded a horror that made Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan palpitate.

When they came here, the sacred and flesh in the two of them was actually suppressed by the breath of Lao Dao, making it difficult to flow.

Xiang Chunan held his breath and whispered, "Where is this place? How do I feel this old man is even more terrifying than the half ancient sacred creature?"

"Well ... we should be in the world of murals. As for this old man, I am afraid that he is an ancient strongman. However, he is dead, so don't worry about him."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes stared at Lao Dao ’s right hand, and among those five blood-stained fingers, he held a purple gold gossip mirror, exactly the same as that painted on the Taoist wall, and exuded a touch of purple awn.

Feeling curious, Zhang Ruochen walked step by step.

"Wow."

Suddenly, sitting on the old road of the Shentai, the whole body exudes a bright light, illuminating this dim space.

From the body of Lao Dao, a huge **** sound came out from ancient times to the present: "I am a wonderful view of the Lord Luo Tianzhen. The two juniors dare to break into the small world opened by the real King. What do you want? ? "

"Don't you say, he's dead? He can still talk when he's dead?"

Xiang Chunan's dark face was also a little white, and his legs were trembling.

To provoke an ancient power, no one knows the terrible consequences.

"It is said that, even if it falls, there will still be a remnant soul that exists between heaven and earth, and can display all kinds of magical powers. Is this true view of the subject actually a god?" Zhang Ruochen said cautiously.

Even the dead gods are terrifying. As long as there is a trail of remnants, they can be easily killed.

"You don't kneel when you see the shrine, you two juniors are so brave." An indignation burst out from the old road.

"Hey guys don't want to suffer, just kneel!"

Xiang Chunan knelt down first, and clenched his fists with both hands: "The younger Xiang Nan, did not intend to offend his predecessors, but only a large number of ancient evils gathered outside the Taoist temple, and he came here to look for a chance.

Xiang Chunan saw that Zhang Ruochen had not yet kneeled, for fear that he would anger the **** with a remnant soul, and quickly yanked his horns, and whispered, "It is not shameful to kneel to a god."

Zhang Ruochen carefully observed the old road sitting on the stage, as if something had been found, a smile appeared on his face.

"Uh-"

The space was moved and exhibited, and Zhang Ruochen appeared to the back of the sacred platform and saw the psychic sage hiding behind the old road. The Psychic Saint Shiba also noticed, turned around, stared at Zhang Ruochen, startled, and muttered: "It's wonderful, it's wonderful, was discovered!"

When the psychic Saint Shi's legs stepped on, they turned into a purple light, jumped off the stage, and rushed towards the exit of the small world.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Chunan didn't know where he was being played by this old guy again. Immediately, he was furious, "It turned out that you old guy is pretending to be a ghost and want to escape, Grandpa Xiang I can't kill you."

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The psychic Saint Zhi's face changed slightly, his arms were raised, two purple clouds spewed out from the long sleeves of the robe, and a large number of sacred rules sprang out, bombarding Xiang Chunan.

Zhang Ruochen stood aside and saw it very clearly. The middle-level holy art exhibited by this old Tao was actually incorporated into the rules of tens of thousands of Taoism, and it was scary to repair it.

"Be careful."

As soon as Zhang Ruochen shouted this sentence, Xiang Chunan was beaten and flew out. He fell to a horror, with Venus on his head.

The Psychic Saint Shiba looked at his hands with an incredible expression, and said to himself: "It's wonderful, it's wonderful, the poor road is so powerful, why should you be afraid of your two juniors?"

The Psychic Saint Shiba became arrogant, raised his chest, and looked immortal.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Using the supreme holy weapon to suppress it."

Xiang Chunan was played several times by the Lingzhi Shengzhi, not to mention how annoyed he was, so he beat out the metal magic crown and joined Zhang Ruochen together to inspire a supreme power in the magic crown.

"How powerful is Poor Dao, would you be afraid of the two of you ... wonderful, wonderful, what kind of utensils do you use, dare you fight barefoot with bare hands?"

The Psychic Saint Shiba felt the supreme power of the metal devil crown, his face was pale and frightened, and he stepped back while at the same time, mobilizing more rules of the Cause and converging to his arms.

"Wow."

The whole small world is full of dense regular patterns, and I don't know how many.

"Zhenhaiyin."

A pair of small palms of the Psychic Saint Shiba pressed against the void. Suddenly, a phantom of the purple sacred ancient sea appeared, collided with the metal crown, and an earth-shaking roar broke out.

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