How could Zhang Ruochen not understand the thoughts of the talented woman in the Holy Book?

Zhang Ruochen did not point it out, but took out all the remaining Qinglong divine dew, handed it over, and said, "The Ye Lu of these divine medicines may not be as precious as Xuanhuang Pill, but it is of great help to the spiritual cultivator. I hope it can make your mental power go to a higher level."

It is already extremely difficult to achieve improvement in mental power at level 54.

However, there is no problem with the Qinglong Divine Dew sent by Zhang Ruochen to improve the mental strength of the talented woman in the Holy Book from the early stage of the 54th level to the middle stage.

The talented woman in the Holy Book was not pretentious, and directly accepted the Qinglong Shenlu and smiled sweetly: "The Qinglong Shenlu and the Holy Dao Ancient Tea are simply perfect matches. It seems that my mental power will grow rapidly again."

Drinking tea, discussing the Tao, and being with beautiful women is a physical and mental pleasure. Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen did not feel that way, so he had to say goodbye in advance and leave.

Back at Jiezi Mansion, Zhang Ruochen took Princess Bai Li out of Qiankun Realm, explained the current situation to her, and ordered: "Elder Li Sheng was killed, the ancient tribe of raising ghosts and the ancient tribe of driving corpse will definitely send masters to investigate tonight. Once discovered, kill them will be killed."

Princess Bai Li held her hands in front of her chest and said calmly: "Why don't you kill me now and kill them directly?"

"When everyone arrives, Isn't it better to catch them all in one go?"

Zhang Ruochen learned from the talented girl of Shengshu that only Feng Yinying guarded there in the gathering place of the ancient ghost-raising tribe and the ancient corpse-driven tribe.

Once sealed Yinying is moved, other masters will definitely notice the danger and then escape from the Central Imperial City. In this way, it will undoubtedly be a warning to the enemy.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen also wanted to take this opportunity to improve his cultivation level.

Entering a training room in Jiezi Mansion, Zhang Ruochen began to retreat.

Combining the memories of the sixth generation and the perception of the holy path, Zhang Ruochen's understanding of the holy path is far beyond the current realm. He only needs to swallow the holy medicine and holy pills, and his cultivation can be improved.

"Now, I am at the middle stage of the saint of the upper realm. I will first cultivate to the peak of the saint of the upper realm, and then swallow the Xuanhuang Pill so that I will not waste the medicinal properties of the elixir."

Zhang Ruochen took out a holy medicine of ten thousand years from the Qiankun Realm, the four-color cloud lotus.

Mobilize the Pure and Destroy Divine Fire and refine the four-colored cloud lotus into four different colors of liquid droplets. All the impurities are refined, leaving only the most essential part.

After swallowing the medicinal liquid of the four-colored cloud lotus, Zhang Ruochen's body seemed to have transformed into a four-colored divine stone, and four different lights intertwined on the skin.

At the same time, the level of cultivation is greatly improved at a speed of a hundred times higher than usual. This is the speed of improvement that can only be achieved by refining holy medicines.

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The Central Imperial City, the seventh city, has a manor covering an area of ​​1,000 acres.

Mingjing Villa.

The monks of the ancient ghost-raising tribe and the ancient corpse-driven tribe gathered here. Even during the day, the Mingjing Villa was full of yin energy, with ghosts wandering, corpses practicing swords, and even the lake water in the small lake was blood-red.

Feng Yinying sat in the lobby, staring at the semi-saint kneeling below, with a cruel look on his pale face: "What did you say? Elder Linggu will never come back? Since Elder Li Sheng, the fourth group of monks have gone to Jiezi Mansion to investigate, but they all looked like stones sinking into the sea. This Jiezi Mansion has become a forbidden place for death?"

The semi-saint who was kneeling below said in a trembling voice: "It must be... there must be...there are masters who are secretly guarding the Jiezi Mansion."

"Ling Feiyu has been restrained by the Spirit King Saint Ancestor. Any other master can silently kill three saints and two ghost kings in a row?"

If it weren't for Mingjing Villa, there was someone who needed to be in charge, Feng Yinying had already rushed to Jiezi Mansion himself. I really wanted to know what kind of dragon and tiger den was there?

At this moment, Feng Yinying sensed a powerful wave of the holy road and entered Mingjing Villa, making the entire villa even colder and more gloomy.

"The Spirit King Saint Ancestor is back!"

The frost on Feng Yinying's face dissipated, revealing a hint of joy. His figure shaking for a moment, then disappeared from the seat.

In the center of Mingjing Villa, there is a blood-red lake.

At this moment, a dark black coffin floated on the water.

On the surface of the coffin, mysterious ghost texts flowed, and each ghost text had a yin and cold aura emitted. Even if an ordinary semi-saint stood by the lake, he would be frozen by the cold aura.

The Spirit King Saint Ancestor was lying in the coffin.

Feng Yinying appeared on the shore of the Blood Lake and noticed that the Spirit King Saint Ancestor was a little surprised and said, "Saint Ancestor, are you injured?"

A vast voice came from the coffin: "Ling Feiyu is worthy of being the proud daughter of heaven who was once invincible in an era. Although she had just broken through to the realm of the Holy King, her combat power was no longer inferior to me. However, although I was injured, she was not much better."

"Since that's the case, the Holy Ancestor will be relieved and leave the next thing to this Saint to deal with."

Feng Yinying left the Blood Lake, returned to the lobby, pondered carefully, and said: "The Holy Ancestor is injured, and an unknown strong man appeared in Jiezi Mansion. It seems that it is time to invite the Emperor of Destiny to come back."

Then, Feng Yinying carved out a light talisman for transmission and rang out.

In Jiezi Mansion, with the help of the Pure Destruction Divine Fire, Zhang Ruochen spent only three days to completely absorb the medicinal power of a holy medicine, and his cultivation level broke through to the later stage of the saint in the upper realm, and his cultivation level increased by a huge margin.

Although it was a bit of a waste of holy medicine, Zhang Ruochen was already quite satisfied with such a huge improvement, which was comparable to the results of a year of practice.

"Refining another holy medicine should be able to reach the peak of the saints in the upper realm."

Zhang Ruochen took out another holy medicine. The year of this holy medicine is more than the four-color cloud lotus, and it has been nearly 20,000 years.

After refining the holy medicine into the medicine liquid, swallow the medicine liquid again.

Just about an hour passed, suddenly, a hot force came from the chest, making Zhang Ruochen's body seem to be about to burn.

“What’s the situation?”

Zhang Ruochen quickly stopped refining the medicine liquid and pulled open his clothes. He saw that there were holy patterns flowing on his chest, intertwining into the shape of a rune.

"The holy match! Haha, it was finally filled with holy energy and revealed it." Zhang Ruochen was in a good mood.

After the Supreme Elder Yan Liren gave Zhang Ruochen a broken holy match, he used it only once, and then exhausted the holy power in the talisman, and then merged into Zhang Ruochen's body.

Since then, Sheng Xiangfu has been continuously absorbing the holy energy in Zhang Ruochen's body, but there has been no change. It has not appeared again until now.

In other words, Zhang Ruochen can also use the power of the Holy Concord.

With the saint match as a trump card, Zhang Ruochen has become more confident in raising ghosts and driving corpses.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's mental power fluctuated. He noticed a familiar aura in Jiezi Mansion, and a strange look appeared in his eyes, "It's her."

Zhang Ruochen stopped practicing and walked out of the secret room. In a small courtyard in Jiezi Mansion, he saw Ling Feiyu standing under the plum blossom tree.

The plum blossoms on the trees are particularly bright and crimson like blood.

In the sky, white snowflakes are floating, sprinkled on the ground, falling on the branches, and piled on the petals, so white that there is no trace of impurities, forming a sharp contrast with the color of the plum blossoms.

The red plum, white snow, and a beautiful woman in a black clothes standing under the tree have formed a beautiful scenery.

Ling Feiyu turned his back to Zhang Ruochen, as if he was enjoying the plum blossoms, and as if he was waiting for someone.

"It's snowing day, I meet my old friend again. Today is a happy event."

When Zhang Ruochen saw Ling Feiyu, he was in a very good mood. He was a little excited about reuniting for a long time. He walked over quickly under the snow and left a series of footprints on the ground.

However, Zhang Ruochen has not yet approached Ling Feiyu...

"Wow!"

A red figure flew out from Ling Feiyu's body, holding a long sword in his hand, and stabbed Zhang Ruochen with one sword.

Just one sword, there are thousands of sword shadows, full of endless variables, which are unpredictable.

In Zhang Ruochen's hand, a crystal clear holy energy sword condensed, and used a nine-life sword technique to fight it, breaking her sword force.

The red figure was Ling Feiyu's clone, with extremely sharp swordsmanship. When he attacked the fifth move, it forced Zhang Ruochen to resist.

"Zi Jian."

Zhang Ruochen used the Time Sword Technique, and his sword speed increased by more than ten times. With just one sword, he broke out all the sword moves of the Red Man and launched a counterattack.

The red figure did not continue to take action and retreated, overlapping with Ling Feiyu's figure.

"Yes, I'm already close to the realm of the Sword Saint, especially the last move, even an ordinary Sword Saint may not be able to withstand it."

Ling Feiyu turned around and finally looked at Zhang Ruochen, like an ice lotus, making people feel unable to get close to it.

The holy sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand dissipated and turned into a wisp of white smoke. He smiled and said, "You are here too soon. I have a question to ask you?"

"explain."

Ling Feiyu's concise and concise way.

Zhang Ruochen said: "In the last level of Sword Seven, swords are free from regrets. How should I comprehend it? I spent a lot of time and energy without any progress."

"Have you ever done something that makes you regret?" Ling Feiyu asked.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently and said, "Since it's something he has done, why do you regret it?"

Even in the relationship with Chi Yao, Zhang Ruochen just hated and had no regrets.

"You don't know what regret means, so how do you know what regret means? Just like a person who doesn't know what is wrong, then you don't know what is right; if you don't know what love means, then you don't know what hate means. Any relative thing exists at the same time." Ling Feiyu said.

Without darkness, who knows what light is?

Zhang Ruochen's eyes shrank and he said, "In other words, my experience is not enough?"

"If you have no regrets in the sword, you must have a state of absolute consciousness. If you cannot understand this level, even if you practice Jian Ba ​​to great success, you will be just a pseudo-sword saint." Ling Feiyu said.
Chapter completed!