The monk ascended the summit of the first heavy mountain and swallowed the holy water in the first holy spring.

It is said that the seven holy springs in the ancient **** mountain are the seven bloodlines of an ancient god. The monk swallowed the spring water, which not only promoted cultivation, but also helped to enlighten the Holy Path and Kendo.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen wanted to taste the Holy Spring to see if it was really as magical as the legend.

The first mountain of ancient Shenshan is nine kilometers high. If you want to climb from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, you need to continuously fight against the invisible "potential".

Reaching the six-kilometer position, Zhang Ruochen obviously felt the power of "potential". His brain was slightly dizzy and his eardrums began to swell.

Zhang Ruochen just mobilized Zhenqi and ran in the body, immediately dissolving the power of "potential" and becoming relaxed and natural again.

Reaching a seven-kilometer position, Zhang Ruochen saw a disciple of the sixth sacred biography of a ichthyosaur moving forward slowly.

This person had clearly reached the limit of his body, his robes were soaked with sweat, and there were blue tendons on his face, but he was still trying to persist and forcibly climb up.

"boom!"

The huge "potential" struck him, instantly shattering his eardrum, and blood spewed from his ears.

The saint disciple screamed, his body was out of control, he flew out, and fell down a bottomless cliff.

When Zhang Ruochen saw this scene, he immediately mobilized the power of Jianyi's heart. With a bang, the blue sword on his back flew out of the sheath and turned into a rainbow of swords rushing under the cliff.

After a moment, the blue sword lifted up the saintly disciple and flew up.

Zhang Ruochen threw the saintly disciple on the mountain road, retracted the blue sword, and proceeded upward.

Not far ahead, a tall and thin man in a blood coat turned back and looked at Zhang Ruochen. Originally, he was also going to save people, but he took a step back.

The tall and thin man looked quite vicissitudes, and had to look like 35 or sixty-year-old. He converged the blood-red sacred spirit in the palm of his hand and said, "Under the suppression of the ancient mountain" potential ", it can still perform With the sword technique, you are pretty good. "

Zhang Ruochen looked up and saw ten feet away, a man in a blood-red robe was staring at him with a pair of cold eyes.

Ten feet apart, Zhang Ruochen could smell the other person's body, emitting strong **** gas.

What surprised Zhang Ruochen the most was that with his eyesight, he could not see through the height of this person's cultivation. He could only roughly guess that the opponent's cultivation was at least the seventh change of the dragon and even stronger.

It is not a strange thing to meet a master in ancient Shenshan. What really surprised Zhang Ruochen was that the pattern on the neckline and cuff of a tall and thin man was exactly the same as the pattern on his robe.

In other words, the tall and thin man is also a disciple of Changshengyuan.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Which Lingshan disciple are you from?"

The tall and thin man kept his face cold, didn't answer Zhang Ruochen's words, didn't say a word, and went on to the top of the mountain.

His steps are slow, but he is quite stable, and even if "potential" is impacting his will, he seems extraordinarily calm.

Obviously he took the initiative to speak with Zhang Ruochen, and when Zhang Ruochen wanted to communicate with him, he became extremely indifferent.

What a weirdo!

Zhang Ruochen shook his head, walked on the mountain road without delay, and continued to the top of the mountain.

The "potential" of the first heavy mountain is indeed very strong, but Zhang Ruochen couldn't help it. Before an hour, he reached the top of the mountain.

The tall and thin man climbed to the top of the mountain with Zhang Ruochen's front and rear feet. Then he said nothing and walked in the direction of the first holy spring.

Under the ancient **** mountain.

Mu Jiji and Yan Hualiu were looking at the summit from beginning to end. When they saw Zhang Ruochen successfully ascending the summit of the first mountain, they jumped up with excitement.

"Boss Lin Yue is really amazing. The first time I ran into the ancient Shenshan Mountain, I climbed to the top of the first mountain. These results, even compared with Gao Hao, are not bad. If I had half of him, how good? "Yan Hualiu said.

Mu Jiji was also very excited, showing off with a few known disciples around him: "Seeing that, the person on the top of the first mountain is my boss, Lin Yue, isn't he?"

The eyesight of the Saint Disciples is very amazing. If they are injected into their eyes, they can clearly see the grass and trees hundreds of miles away.

It is easy for them to see the people on the top of the mountain.

Just when Yan Hualiu and Mu Jiji showed everyone that Lin Yue was their boss, the saints around him all stared at the tall and thin man standing beside Lin Yue.

"That man ... that man finally returned to Zongmen?"

"How could it be him?"

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Mu Jiji saw that everyone ignored the boss of Lin Yue and actually stared at another person. He was naturally very displeased. He flattened his mouth and looked towards the top of the mountain again. He wanted to see what was actually grabbing the boss of Lin Yue Limelight.

His gaze fell on the tall and thin man.

It was a very strange figure. Mu Jiji claimed to be the best practice of Liang Yizong, but he couldn't recognize the man.

So Mujiji asked an older saintly disciple nearby, and said, "Brother Ji, who is this man and how does it seem that you are afraid of him?"

The elder disciple who was a little older said, "At your age, of course you haven't seen him in Zongmen, but you must have heard his name. This man is the only one who has been in Liangyi Zong for ten thousand years. The monk who successfully practiced the "Blood Sword" was called Silkworm Winter. Thirty years ago, he went to the battlefield to practice and never returned to Zongmen. Few young disciples have seen his true face. "

"Blood sword, silkworm winter."

Mujiji and Yanhualiu were shocked.

They never expected that they would meet the legendary murderer.

Not to mention Mu Jiji and Yanhualiu, the disciples present at the scene learned that the silkworm winter was going through the ancient **** mountain, and they all boiled.

"I thought that today would be Qin Yufan, Xu Changsheng, Qi Qiuyu's battle for dragons and tigers, but I didn't expect that Silkworm Winter also joined in. This is a great show!"

"Qin Yufan and Qi Yuyu should be able to reach the top of the second mountain. Xu Changsheng and Silkworm Winter are expected to stop on the mountainside of the second mountain."

"The inside of Zongmen has been counted. In Yulong Realm, all the saint disciples who can climb the second mountain, of which 99% will later become semi-sacred, and 30% will become saints. Who can reach the first The double mountain is equivalent to being able to become a semi-holy, even the holy ones have great hope. "

All the disciples present at the scene are discussing Qin Yufan, Qi Yunyu, Xu Changsheng, and Silkworm Winter. Incredibly, the four of them are all the eighth transformation of ichthyosaur.

Under the light of the four of them, no one paid attention to Lin Yue who climbed the first mountain.

After all, in the eyes of everyone, Lin Yue is just a newly-born disciple, no matter whether it is cultivation or fame, it is not at all a level with the previous four.

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The first holy spring flows down from the top of the second heavy mountain, passes through the blue stones, turns into a stream, and flows down the mountain. However, before the holy water reached the mountainside, it completely soaked into the soil and disappeared.

In other words, you can only drink the holy water in the holy spring if you climb to the top of the first mountain.

The holy water in the stream shows colorful colors and emits a faint scent. Because of the sacred spring, there are countless elixir growing next to the stream, from the year of one thousand years to the year of three thousand years.

Every elixir can be sold at a high price.

Every disciple can only consume the holy water in the holy spring when he first climbs the top of the mountain. If it is the second time to climb to the top of the mountain and want to be close to the holy spring, it will be immediately flew out by the array bombs near the holy spring.

The tall and thin man walked into a Taoist temple, and on the **** stage, took off a green gourd, walked to the holy spring, and took a hoist holy spring.

Zhang Ruochen also entered Taoist Temple, took out a palm-sized gourd, and also prepared to take the holy spring.

The tall and thin man glanced at Zhang Ruochen and said, "Your talents are good. Why don't you swallow the holy spring to promote cultivation, but take the holy spring away?"

"Why don't you swallow the holy spring to promote cultivation and take it away instead?" Zhang Ruochen asked in return.

According to the rules of the ancient **** mountain, as long as the disciples can bear it, they can drink as much holy spring as they can.

However, if the disciples do not practice by the holy spring and want to take the holy spring out, they can only install a small gourd.

Therefore, almost all of the most powerful disciples of the Holy Ghost choose to practice by the Holy Spring and use the Holy Spring to break through the realm. In this way, the holy spring they drink is more than the holy spring contained in a small gourd.

The tall and thin man stood up again, looked at the gourd in his hand, and said blankly, "I'm different from you."

Zhang Ruochen squatted down, put the green gourd into the holy spring, smiled, and said, "I and you are not the same."

The tall and thin man stared deeply at Zhang Ruochen ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ no more words, put away the green gourd and went straight to the second mountain.

After the tall and thin man left, the corner of Zhang Ruochen's mouth rose slightly. When using the gourd to hold the holy spring, he quietly injected his energy into the space ring worn on his finger, and used the space ring to collect the holy spring.

"Wow!"

The seven-colored holy spring immediately poured into the space ring, forming a small vortex on the water.

Zhang Ruochen was worried that the Holy One in the ancient **** mountain would be disturbed, and he dared not charge too much.

Probably filled with a cubic holy spring, he immediately regained his vitality and closed the entrance to the space ring again.

At the same time, he retracted his hand, took the gourd full of holy springs, covered the gourd cover, hung it around his waist, and headed for the second mountain.

In the space ring, a cubic holy spring is already a thousand times the holy spring in the gourd, which is simply a huge wealth.

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