The first thousand two hundred and ninety-nine chapters
The relics contain extremely powerful spiritual power and knowledge, like a golden ocean. Even with Zhang Ruochen's current spiritual power, compared with the golden ocean, it is as small as a drop of water.
It is the relics that contain a huge amount of spiritual power and knowledge, so Zhang Ruochen can greedily absorb it, transform it into his own knowledge, and continuously increase the intensity of his mental power.
Of course, the relics can not only enhance the spiritual power of the monks, but also improve the monks' cultivation. However, Zhang Ruochen's meridians and holy veins were destroyed, so he could not absorb the holy power and the rules of the holy way in the relics.
The relics are equivalent to the inheritance of the Buddha Emperor and the Golden Dragon, the two great sages of Buddhism and Taoism.
After just refining for a moment, Zhang Ruochen felt that his mental power had improved a lot, and he was closer to the fifty-third level.
At this time, a smell of meat came from the tip of his nose. Zhang Ruochen stopped practicing, opened his eyes and found that Qing Mo was actually roasting a dragon claw.
It's not a whole dragon claw, but a small section. Even so, it's only three meters long, which probably weighs thousands of kilograms of dragon meat.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen's eyes staring straight at the dragon flesh, Qing Mo smiled and felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.
Female Saint Liu Li and Female Saint Yuanxu also stopped healing their wounds. They licked their lips gently while smelling the fragrance, with a burning light in their eyes.
There is no way, the food made by Qingmo is so tempting, it can completely arouse people's appetite, and they can no longer do anything else.
Finally, the dragon meat is cooked.
The four people immediately began to share the food. Zhang Ruochen and the two female saints did not care about their own image at all and competed with each other. After a while, they had their mouths full of oil and ate all the dragon meat.
The female saint Liu Li chirped, licked her fingers, and said: "Before I met Miss Qingmo, I always thought that no one in the world could compare with the cooking skills of the goddess in the palace. Today, however,
It was an eye-opener for me, I never thought I could taste such delicious food outside the palace."
Zhang Ruochen said: "Is there anyone in the world whose cooking skills can be compared with Qing Mo's?"
Saint Liu Li nodded and said: "Beside the Queen, there are a total of nine Xuannv. Each of them has extraordinary strength, so that we can only look up to and revere them. Among them, there is a Xuannv who has obtained the ancient power.
The inheritance of the God of Cookery has a pair of the most amazing hands in the world, called the Goddess of Miao Hands. Every dish she makes is not only delicious, but also has the magical power to improve your cultivation or spiritual power. Eating a dish is like swallowing
The next holy elixir."
"Eating a dish is comparable to swallowing a holy elixir. Isn't this too exaggerated?"
Zhang Ruochen didn't believe it, because he knew very well how precious the holy pill was and how difficult it was to refine. If a dish could be as good as a holy pill, how could those alchemists survive?
Female Saint Yuanxu immediately shook her head and said: "It's not an exaggeration at all, this is true. Although only the queen can taste the dishes cooked by the goddess Miaoshou, as the female officials beside the queen, we are also fortunate to be rewarded by the queen.
, I have tasted some, and every time I eat it I can improve my cultivation greatly."
Female Saint Liu Li nodded and said: "Actually, with my qualifications and Yuan Xu's, it is very difficult for us to cultivate to the holy realm throughout our lives. But we have only practiced for two hundred years, but we have
I have reached the Xuanhuang realm and surpassed many top talents, not only because of the special environment of Ziwei Palace, but also because I can taste the dishes of the goddess with wonderful hands."
Saint Yuan Yu said: "The dragon meat roasted by Miss Qingmo also contains the wonderful power to enhance the monks' cultivation. However, compared with the goddess Miaoshen, there is still a big gap. However, in terms of the deliciousness of the food
However, the level is almost the same. Miss Qingmo's pair of masterful hands can be said to be the best in the world. After all, the goddess of masterful hands has been inherited by the God of Cookery, which is a method that belongs to the gods and does not belong to the human world."
The inheritance of a god is definitely quite remarkable.
Even a saint would have a hard time imagining how profound God’s inheritance is.
Qing Mo seemed indifferent and said with a playful smile: "I am just a girl who cooks. How can I compare with that goddess with wonderful hands. If I can see her in the future, I will definitely ask her for advice."
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen stood up and looked down the mountain through the broken window lattice. His eyes shrank slightly and he said: "A strong man in the Holy Realm is rushing towards the top of the mountain. He is so fast. His cultivation level has reached at least Heaven.
territory."
The female saint Liu Li and the female saint Yuansu were suppressed by the "power" of the mountain, and their perceptual abilities were greatly reduced, and they did not notice anything.
"Are spiritual saints really powerful here? They are both saints, so why is the gap so big?"
The two female saints looked at each other, stood up at the same time, walked to Zhang Ruochen's side, and looked down the mountain.
A moment later, a slim figure covered in blood rushed up from the bottom of the mountain. She carried an unrivaled powerful storm of holy energy, which caused the entire mountain's aura of heaven and earth to become very chaotic.
She was holding the holy sword, with flames burning on her crystal clear skin. Her long red hair was flying in the wind, leaving bright sparks in the air.
"It's Lord Martial Saint..."
"Lord Martial Saint is probably being hunted by the undead vampires. Young Master, you must take action to save her."
Female Saint Liu Li and Female Saint Yuansu couldn't help but grab Zhang Ruochen's arms and stared at him with pleading eyes, as if they really regarded him as an omnipotent savior.
Martial Saint Canglan was injured, and his face was quite pale. There were blood marks on the corners of his mouth. The scarlet flame phoenix armor was covered with crimson holy blood. Every step he took would leave a blood-red footprint.
Behind her, chasing a large piece of blood mist.
"Martial Saint Canglan, why bother struggling? You can't escape today!"
"You have already killed four of our blood saints, and you still want to escape."
"Haha, I really want to take a Xuannv as my concubine, but I wonder if all the human sergeants will be pissed to death when they see this saint holding a Xuannv under his crotch?"
…
More than a dozen Blood Saints rushed out of the blood mist and rushed up to the top of the mountain in a hurry.
In their opinion, Martial Saint Canglan was seeking death by escaping to the top of the mountain, and there was no chance of escaping. Now it was a battle between trapped beasts. As long as the net was closed slowly, they could capture her.
"Sir, you must help a group of martial saints. No matter what the conditions are, we can agree."
Female Saint Liu Li was very anxious. Now she had no other choice but to ask Zhang Ruochen for help.
Zhang Ruochen sighed softly: "You think too highly of me. I'm not as strong as you think, and I'm seriously injured. I can't fight at all."
The eyes of Female Saint Liu Li and Female Saint Yuansu became a little dim, and then their eyes became very firm again. They rushed out of this dilapidated hall, wanting to rush out and meet up with Martial Saint Canglan.
Even if he is seriously injured and cannot be of much help, at least he can self-destruct the Holy Source and perish together with the undead vampires.
However, they had just rushed to the edge of the Taoist temple when they stepped into the space maze.
Next, they felt that their bodies were completely out of their control. Although they were rushing forward, their bodies moved to the right or backwards, and they were still unable to leave that area.
"this……"
The two female saints stopped and moved slowly. However, it was still to no avail. This area was very strange, and it seemed impossible to get out.
Martial Saint Canglan came to the outside of the Taoist temple and saw the two of them. He quickly shouted: "You guys should leave here quickly. A large number of powerful immortal blood clan saints are coming."
The two female saints could not hear her words at all, and were still moving slowly, sometimes retreating, sometimes jumping up, and sometimes moving to the left.
Martial Saint Canglan frowned slightly and rushed towards them, preparing to take them away together.
However, after she broke into the space maze, her body was no longer under her control.
Canglan Martial Saint immediately stopped and snorted coldly: "It's just a maze, don't even think about being trapped in this Saint."
She grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and a three-foot-long flaming sword energy shot out from the tip of the sword. She slashed down, trying to forcefully break the formation.
However, after she struck out with the sword, the attack force did not fall to the ground. Instead, it appeared above her head and slashed towards her snow-white neck.
"not good."
Martial Saint Canglan showed a look of surprise and quickly swung his holy sword upwards, trying to resist the sword energy falling from above.
However, the sword that was slashed upward changed its direction and struck her waist.
Canglan Martial Saint quickly crushed a protective jade amulet to form a defensive light shield, which could resist the two sword energies. This was her last protective jade amulet. She never thought that it would be used to
Block two attacks from yourself.
However, luckily she still had a protective jade talisman left. It would be a real joke if the famous Canglan Martial Saint died under her sword.
With the lesson learned just now, Martial Saint Canglan did not dare to act rashly anymore and stood still and observed carefully.
Suddenly, Canglan Martial Saint's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw two figures standing outside the Taoist temple, a frail and sickly young man, and a maid in green clothes who was sixteen or seventeen years old.
It was Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo.
Zhang Ruochen walked into the space maze and first brought the female saint Liu Li and the female saint Yuansu back to the Taoist temple.
Immediately afterwards, he walked towards Martial Saint Canglan and said calmly: "Follow my footwork and be sure not to make any mistakes."
Canglan Martial Saint stared at Zhang Ruochen's back with doubtful eyes, secretly guessing in his heart whether he was the formation master who arranged this confusing array?
Martial Saint Canglan followed, recording the position of every step he took.
Entering the Taoist temple, Saint Liu Li and Saint Yuansu hurriedly greeted them and asked about Martial Saint Canglan's injury.
"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious. Most of the holy blood stained on my body is from the blood saints of the undead vampire clan."
Even though Canglan Martial Saint was seriously injured, his beautiful face still showed an indifferent look, his back was straight, full of arrogance and heroic appearance.
Zhang Ruochen stood aside calmly, not trying to expose her, but staring down the mountain, looking at the blood mist that kept pouring towards the top of the mountain, and sighed softly.
I didn’t want to cause trouble, but trouble came to me.