Zhang Ruochen nodded slightly and said: "This treasure land must be in our hands. It's a pity that Xiao Hei is not here, otherwise it would be able to hide Wangshan by engraving the formation inscriptions on it."
The wonderful little Taoist showed disdain, patted his chest, and said: "My Taoist's attainments in formations are definitely not inferior to that owl."
"oh?"
Zhang Ruochen didn't believe it.
"It seems that this poor Taoist has shown off his unique skills, and you will know who the real Holy Master of Formation is." Zhenmiao Taoist was full of confidence and immediately wrote the next list of materials.
"As long as you can prepare all these materials, Pindao can arrange a ninth-grade formation for you."
Zhang Ruochen took the list of materials and said: "Nine-grade formation?"
The ninth-grade formation can block the creatures at the level of the Great Sage, and only the Formation Saint Master at the Earth Master level can set it up. To be honest, Zhang Ruochen really doesn't believe that Zhenmiao Taoist has this ability.
The wonderful little Taoist coughed twice and said: "Of course...it is just a prototype of the ninth-grade formation, and there is still some gap between it and the real ninth-grade formation."
Zhang Ruochen has not studied formations very much, but, after all, he is the Holy King of Spiritual Power. He found that the list written by Zhenmiao Taoist is somewhat reliable and is not made up.
"I have most of the materials on the list. However, there is about a third that I have to purchase."
Zhang Ruochen put away the list, then went to the outskirts of Wangshan Mountain and used space distortion to build a large space maze.
With the protection of this space maze, even the Nine-Step Saint King cannot easily break into King Mountain.
Of course, a space formation was not enough. If space cultivators came to Yunwu County, they would be able to break it quickly. So Zhang Ruochen spent a lot of time setting up a time formation.
Immediately, he rushed to Tongming River with the Holy Flower that had broken through to the realm of the Seven-Step Holy King, while Zhenmiao Taoist stayed behind to guard Yunwu King City.
Yunwu King City is only tens of thousands of miles away from Tongming River, which is not too far away for monks in the Holy King Realm. It is impossible for those powerful men in Youshu Temple not to know that Yuan Che and others have fallen.
But why didn't they rush to Yunwu King City to deal with Zhang Ruochen immediately?
Zhang Ruochen could only think of one possibility, that is, they had already breached the Dragon Tomb at the bottom of the Tongming River.
They must not be allowed to dig out the remains of the golden dragon. Zhang Ruochen rushed to Tongming River not to fight head-on with the monks of Youshen Temple. First, he wanted to investigate the situation.
Secondly, if the monks from the Netherworld Temple really break open the Dragon Tomb, Zhang Ruochen can attack them secretly.
At least to hold them back.
As long as the evil spirits refine the holy souls of Yuan Che and others, their power will definitely increase greatly. When the time comes, Zhang Ruochen may not be able to fight them by gathering all the forces.
time.
Every minute and every second was so urgent that Zhang Ruochen had no time to prepare a complete strategy and could only take one step at a time.
at dusk.
On the horizon, crimson clouds burned, reflecting the water of the Tongming River burning like a flame.
Zhang Ruochen used thirty-six transformations to transform into a big man with a beard. He took a boat and sailed along the current toward the underwater Dragon Palace.
Moyin wore an antique pink palace dress, revealing two sexy jade-like shoulders and a large patch of snow-white chest. She knelt down next to the chariot couch and poured wine for Zhang Ruochen.
As her cultivation improves, Moyin's appearance and temperament become more and more charming and alluring. In terms of beauty, she is not even much worse than Mu Lingxi. In any big world, she is a beauty that can attract the great sage to take action.
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Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged on the ground and circulated holy energy into his left leg.
"Boom."
The blood in his left leg was boiling like lava.
Mysterious rules, like red dragons and snakes, shuttle between blood, bones, and skin.
Suddenly, three red rules surged out of his left leg, like three fierce fire dragons, entering Zhang Ruochen's holy veins and rushing towards the air sea between his eyebrows.
Zhang Ruochen tensed his nerves, mobilized his mental power, holy energy, and rules of the holy way, and went all out to fight against the three red rules.
I don't know how long it took Zhang Ruochen to refine the three red rules and force them back to his left leg.
"call!"
Zhang Ruochen let out a long breath and found that the holy clothes on his body were soaked with sweat.
It was quite dangerous just now, but it was very rewarding.
Zhang Ruochen detected that there were nearly 100,000 crimson rules in his left leg. Those rules were far more powerful than the rules of the Holy Way cultivated by the Holy King. They should be the rules of God cultivated by God Yan.
Only by refining all the One Hundred Thousand Red Rules can Zhang Ruochen use the power of God's left leg as he wishes.
However, just now Zhang Ruochen mobilized more than 400,000 Holy Rules in his body and went all out to refine three crimson rules. If he wants to refine all 100,000 crimson rules, it is obvious that Zhang Ruochen still has a long way to go.
There's a way to go.
"Master, there is a situation."
While Moyin was pouring wine for Zhang Ruochen, her eyelashes slightly raised, and she spoke softly to Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen immediately released the space domain, covering dozens of miles in radius.
Within the scope of the domain, any disturbance could not be hidden from his perception. Soon, Zhang Ruochen sensed two extremely powerful auras of the Holy Path on the shore.
The two seven-step holy kings of Youshen Temple, Liao Yijun and He Yuan, stood in a shadow by the Tongming River, looking at the ship in the distance.
Liao Yijun's eyes shrank deeply, and a flying knife appeared in his palm, with tens of thousands of black lines flowing on the blade.
"Wait a minute."
He Yuan pressed on Liao Yijun's wrist and stared at the charming woman on the ship, his eyes shining.
Liao Yijun frowned and said: "Uncle Master asked us to sit here and prevent other people from approaching the water area in front. There must be no accidents."
"With our two cultivation levels, how could an accident happen? The man was killed directly, but the woman was a rare beauty. In the Temple of the Netherworld, except for Senior Sister Ruan Ling, who else has such beauty, figure and temperament? Could it be that
Are you not tempted at all?" He Yuan smiled.
Liao Yijun had to admit that the woman in pink palace dress on the ship was indeed a beauty who could be compared with Senior Sister Ruan Ling.
Senior Sister Ruan Ling is a disciple of Youshen. She is extremely talented and has countless suitors. Liao Yijun and He Yuan can only have illusions. It is not easy to say a word to Senior Sister Ruan Ling.
Nowadays, when a beauty of the same level as Senior Sister Ruan Ling appears, Liao Yijun's imagination is naturally filled with imagination.
Liao Yijun was quite cautious and said: "The big man with the beard on the ship is not a minor player. His cultivation has reached the realm of the five-step holy king. When you take action, you'd better be careful."
"Don't worry, if even a mere five-step holy king can't deal with it, wouldn't I, He Yuan, be the joke of the entire Youshen Temple?" He Yuan laughed contemptuously, quite conceited.
Zhang Ruochen sat on the ship, holding up a small bronze cauldron and drinking heavily.
"rustle."
The breeze blew by.
He Yuan, dressed in white, appeared silently on the ship, stood opposite Zhang Ruochen, and stared at Moyin with a smile on his face, not concealing his purpose at all.
"Master, someone broke into the ship."
Moyin deliberately pretended to be shy and scared, and leaned towards Zhang Ruochen.
Seeing this scene, He Yuan was in a very bad mood. How could such a beautiful and beautiful woman be ruined by such a rough and tough man?
Zhang Ruochen's eyes widened, he pretended to be angry, and shouted: "Who are you? Without my permission, who allowed you to board this ship?"
He Yuan smiled sarcastically and sat directly opposite Zhang Ruochen, releasing his powerful holy power.
It seemed that Moyin couldn't bear the holy power, so he screamed and fell limply on the deck.
He Yuan had the aura of a superior person, and said: "Tell me, which big world monk are you from?"
Zhang Ruochen did not answer He Yuan, but glanced at the demonic sound on the ground, with a smile on his lips.
"It doesn't matter if you don't say it, he's still a dead man anyway." He Yuan's whole body's holy energy started to circulate, and tens of thousands of kendo rules were intertwined in the palm of his hand, ready to use the power of kendo to kill Zhang Ruochen with the force of thunder.
"Dead man, are you talking about yourself?" Zhang Ruochen laughed.
Seeing how calm the bearded man was, He Yuan felt something was wrong and immediately punched out the power condensed in his palms. However, dozens of sharp roots flew out from under the table and penetrated his holy body.
Stabbed him into a sieve.
"Chichi."
The holy energy and rules of the holy way in He Yuan's body were sucked away by those roots.
"Eating Holy Flower..."
There was a look of fear in He Yuan's pupils, and his rather handsome face instantly became distorted.
"Haha, that's right, it's the Holy Food Flower. Don't you want to eat me? Unfortunately, your cultivation is not strong enough, so you can only be eaten by me." Moyin had already climbed up from the ground, her red lips slightly twitching.
Upturned, quite charming.
"quack."
He Yuan struggled hard and screamed in pain, but he could not escape. His body gradually shriveled up and turned into a mummy. After falling on the deck, it turned into a pile of ashes.
Zhang Ruochen sighed: "Who told you to take action so quickly? You should have waited a little longer."
"I can't wait any longer!"
Moyin pretended to look pitiful and said somewhat innocently.
On the shore, Liao Yijun sensed something was wrong and quickly sent a message to He Yuan, but did not receive a response.
"Uh-huh."
Liao Yijun took action decisively and knocked out the flying knife that was at the level of a sacred weapon with ten thousand patterns.
The power of the Holy Path erupted from the flying knife, causing the water of the Tongming River to roll violently. With a slash of the knife, there was a "bang" and the ship was split into two halves.
Liao Yijun stared closely at the water and saw that the ship slowly sank to the bottom of the water, but he did not see any figure flying out of the ship.
"not good."
Liao Yijun just wanted to turn around and run away, but dense silver roots rushed out of the soil and wrapped around his body.
Zhang Ruochen walked out of the void, appeared above and behind Liao Yijun, and struck down with a palm, directly hitting Liao Yijun's head until it sank into his belly.
When the Sacred Food Flower sucked Liao Yijun, Zhang Ruochen suddenly transformed into He Yuan.
Previously, the reason why Zhang Ruochen did not kill He Yuan immediately was because he wanted to observe his behavior so that he could imitate it accurately.