How could Zhang Ruochen not understand the thoughts of the talented woman with holy books?
Zhang Ruochen didn't point it out, he just took out all the remaining Green Dragon Divine Dew, handed it over, and said: "The leaf dew of these magical medicines may not be as valuable as the Xuanhuang Dan, but it is of great help to spiritual monks. I hope it can help
Your mental strength has improved to the next level."
After reaching the fifty-fourth level of mental power, it is already extremely difficult to improve.
However, the Azure Dragon Divine Dew sent by Zhang Ruochen increased the mental strength of the talented woman from the fifty-fourth level from the early stage to the middle stage without any problem.
The talented woman with the Holy Book was not pretentious, she directly accepted the Green Dragon Divine Dew and smiled sweetly: "The Green Dragon Divine Dew and the Holy Ancient Tea are a perfect match. It seems that my spiritual power will increase rapidly."
Drinking tea, discussing Taoism, and being in the company of beauties was a pleasant thing for both body and mind. Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen was not in such a mood, and finally had to leave early.
Returning to Jiezi Mansion, Zhang Ruochen took Princess Bai Li out of the Qiankun Realm, explained the current situation to her, and gave her instructions: "Elder Li Sheng was killed, and the ancient ghost-raising clan and the ancient corpse-driving clan will definitely meet tonight.
Send experts over to investigate, and if found, they will be killed without mercy."
Princess Bai Li clasped her hands on her chest and said calmly: "Why don't you kill them now and kill them directly?"
"Wouldn't it be better to wait until everyone is here and catch them all in one fell swoop?"
Zhang Ruochen learned from the talented lady of the holy book that at the place where the ancient ghost-raising clan and the corpse-removing ancient clan gathered, only Feng Yinying was guarding there.
Once the sealing silver shadow is moved, other experts will definitely notice the danger and then escape from the Central Imperial City. This will undoubtedly alert the enemy.
At the same time, Zhang Ruochen also wanted to take this opportunity to improve his cultivation level.
Entering a secret training room in Jiezi Mansion, Zhang Ruochen began to retreat.
Combining the memory of the sixth life and the understanding of the Holy Way, Zhang Ruochen's understanding of the Holy Way is far beyond his current level. He only needs to swallow the Holy Medicine and Holy Pill to improve his cultivation level.
"Now, I am in the middle stage of an upper-level saint. I must first cultivate to the peak of an upper-level saint and then swallow the Xuanhuang Pill so that the medicinal properties of the pill will not be wasted."
Zhang Ruochen took out a ten-thousand-year-old sacred medicine, the four-color cloud lotus, from the world of heaven and earth.
The Divine Fire of Purification is mobilized to refine the four-color cloud lotus into liquid droplets of four different colors. All impurities are removed, leaving only the most essence.
After swallowing the four-color cloud lotus liquid, Zhang Ruochen's body seemed to have transformed into a four-color sacred stone, with four different lights intertwining on his skin.
At the same time, the level of cultivation is drastically improved at a speed that is a hundred times higher than usual. This is the speed of improvement that can only be achieved by refining the holy medicine.
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In the Central Imperial City, the seventh city area, there is a manor covering an area of 1,000 acres.
Mirror Villa.
The monks of the ancient ghost-raising tribe and the ancient corpse-driving tribe gathered here. Even in the daytime, the Mirror Villa was filled with gloomy atmosphere. There were ghosts wandering around, corpse generals practicing swords, and even the water in the small lake was full of ghosts.
It's blood red.
Feng Yinying sat in the lobby, staring at the semi-saint kneeling below, with a ruthless look on his pale face: "What are you talking about, Elder Linggu is gone forever? Starting with Elder Li Sheng.
, this is already the fourth group of monks who went to Jiezi Mansion to investigate, but they all turned out to be like sinking into the sea. Is this Jiezi Mansion a forbidden place of death?"
The half-saint kneeling below said in a trembling voice: "There must be... there must be... masters guarding... Jiezi Mansion in secret."
"Ling Feiyu has been restrained by the Spirit King Saint Ancestor. What other master can kill three saints and two ghost kings silently?"
If it weren't for the fact that Mingjing Villa still needed someone to take charge, Feng Yinying would have rushed to Jiezi Mansion in person. He wanted to know what kind of dragon pool and tiger's den it was there.
At this moment, Feng Yinying noticed a powerful wave of Holy Dao and entered the Mirror Villa, making the entire Villa become even colder and gloomier.
"The Holy Ancestor of the Spirit King is back!"
The frost on Feng Yinying's face dissipated, revealing a happy look. His figure shook a bit and then disappeared from the seat.
In the center of Mirror Villa, there is a blood-red lake.
At this moment, a dark black coffin floated on the water.
Mysterious ghost writings flowed on the surface of the coffin, and each ghost writing had a cold air emanating from it. An ordinary half-saint would be frozen by the cold air even if he stood by the lake.
The Holy Ancestor, the Spirit King, is lying in the coffin.
Feng Yinying appeared on the bank of the Blood Lake. He noticed something was wrong with the state of the Spirit King Saint Ancestor. He was a little surprised and said: "Saint Ancestor, are you injured?"
A vast voice came from the coffin: "Ling Feiyu is indeed a proud woman who was once invincible in an era. Although she has just broken through to the realm of the Holy King, her combat power is no longer inferior to me. However, although I am injured,
But she’s not much better.”
"In this case, the Holy Ancestor can rest in peace and recover from his injuries. The next matter will be left to me to handle."
Feng Yinying left the Blood Lake and returned to the lobby. He pondered carefully and said: "The Holy Ancestor was injured, and an unidentified strong man appeared in Jiezi Mansion. It seems that it is time to invite the Destiny Corpse Emperor back."
Immediately, Feng Yinying carved a message light talisman and punched it out.
In Jiezi Mansion, with the help of Jingming Divine Fire, Zhang Ruochen only spent three days to completely absorb the power of a holy medicine, and his cultivation level broke through to the late stage of the upper realm saint in one fell swoop, and his cultivation level increased by another level.
Big cut.
Although it was a bit of a waste of holy medicine, Zhang Ruochen was quite satisfied with such a huge improvement, which was comparable to the results of a year of training.
"Refining another holy medicine should be able to reach the pinnacle of the upper realm saints."
Zhang Ruochen took out another holy medicine. The age of this holy medicine was older than the four-color cloud lotus and was close to 20,000 years old.
After refining the holy medicine into liquid, swallow the liquid again.
Just about an hour passed, and suddenly, a hot force came from his chest, making Zhang Ruochen's body seem to be on fire.
"what's the situation?"
Zhang Ruochen quickly stopped refining the medicinal solution and pulled open his clothes. He saw that there were holy patterns flowing on his chest, intertwined into the shape of a rune.
"Holy match! Haha, finally filled with holy energy, it appeared." Zhang Ruochen was in a good mood.
After the Supreme Elder Yan Liren gave a tattered holy talisman to Zhang Ruochen, he only used it once before the holy power in the talisman was exhausted, and then it was integrated into Zhang Ruochen's body.
Since then, Shenghe has been continuously absorbing the holy energy in Zhang Ruochen's body, but there has been no change. It is only now that it has reappeared.
In other words, Zhang Ruochen can use the power of Shenglian again.
With Shenghe as his trump card, Zhang Ruochen has greater control over the ancient ghost-raising clan and the ancient zombie-driving clan.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's mental power showed a slight fluctuation. He noticed a familiar aura in Jiezi Mansion, and a strange look appeared in his eyes, "It's her."
Zhang Ruochen stopped practicing, walked out of the secret room, and saw Ling Feiyu standing under the plum blossom tree in a small courtyard in Jiezi Mansion.
The plum blossoms on the tree are exceptionally bright and as crimson as blood.
In the sky, there are white snowflakes floating, scattering on the ground, falling on the branches, and accumulating on the petals. They are so white that there is no trace of impurities, forming a sharp contrast with the color of the plum blossoms.
Red plum blossoms, white snow, and a beauty in scarlet clothes standing under the tree form a beautiful scenery.
Ling Feiyu turned his back to Zhang Ruochen, as if he was admiring the plum blossoms, and also seemed to be waiting for someone.
"It's a snowy day and I met old friends again. Today is really a happy event."
Seeing Ling Feiyu, Zhang Ruochen was in a great mood, feeling a little excited about seeing him again after a long absence. He stepped on the snow and walked quickly, leaving a series of footprints on the ground.
However, Zhang Ruochen hasn't gotten close to Ling Feiyu yet...
"Wow!"
A red figure flew out of Ling Feiyu's body, holding a long sword, and stabbed Zhang Ruochen with one sword.
It's just a sword, but it has thousands of sword shadows, full of infinite variables, making it unpredictable.
In Zhang Ruochen's hand, a long sword of crystal clear holy energy condensed, and he used the Nine Life Sword Technique to attack her, breaking her sword force.
That red figure was Ling Feiyu's clone. His swordsmanship was extremely fierce. When he made his fifth move, he was so powerful that Zhang Ruochen was unable to parry.
"Zijian."
Zhang Ruochen used the time sword technique, and his sword speed increased by more than ten times. With just one sword, he was able to break through all the sword moves of the red figure, and launched a counterattack.
The red figure did not take any further action and retreated, overlapping with Ling Feiyu's figure.
"Yes, it is very close to the realm of sword master. Especially the last move, even an ordinary sword master may not be able to withstand it."
Ling Feiyu turned around and finally looked directly at Zhang Ruochen, like an ice lotus, making people feel unable to get close.
The holy sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand dispersed and turned into a wisp of white smoke. He smiled and said, "You came at the right time. I have a question to ask you?"
"explain."
Ling Feiyu said concisely and concisely.
Zhang Ruochen said: "How can I understand the last level of Sword Seven, no regrets when the sword comes out? I have spent a lot of time and energy, but I have not made any progress."
"Have you ever done anything that you regret?" Ling Feiyu asked.
Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently and said, "Since it is something you have done, why should you regret it?"
Even for his relationship with Chi Yao, Zhang Ruochen only hated it and had no regrets.
"You don't know what regret is, so how do you know what no regrets means? Just like a person, if he doesn't know what is wrong, he doesn't know what is right; if he doesn't know what love is, he doesn't know what hate is.
Any relative things exist at the same time." Ling Feiyu said.
Without darkness, who knows what light is?
Zhang Ruochen's eyes narrowed and he said: "In other words, my experience is not enough?"
"Sword without regrets requires you to have an absolute state of mind. If you cannot understand this level, even if you practice Kenpachi to great perfection, you will still be a fake swordsman." Ling Feiyu said.