Xianji Mountain.

On the lakeside at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, after Zhang Ruochen recovered, colorful light shot out from his body, just like a body made of colorful divine stones, full of endless power, making him feel unprecedented pleasure.

Even the sky above Lingshan seemed to be affected by the power in his body, and a mass of colorful holy clouds condensed, which would not disperse for a long time.

"Tianhe division of labor."

Zhang Ruochen's body automatically flew off the ground, flew into the air hundreds of feet high, and used a Luoshui boxing technique.

"Boom."

The deafening sound of wind and thunder sounded in the world, and a phantom of the sky and river appeared, floating in the sky, bursting out the power to destroy the world, shaking Lingshan gently.

Falling back to the ground, Zhang Ruochen retracted the overflowing holy energy, and the colorful luster on his skin gradually faded and restrained into the flesh and blood.

Qing Mo was very happy and laughed like a silver bell, "Congratulations to the young master for his recovery from now on, and he is invincible."

Zhang Ruochen nodded with a smile. Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his body, cold sweat appeared on his face, blood vessels were prominent, his legs were weak, and even standing was a little unstable.

Qing Mo's smile froze, and he quickly rushed over, supported Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Young Master, what's wrong with you? Did there be an accident in the healing process?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't know what was going on, but he only felt a tingling pain from every blood vessel, meridian, and holy vein, as if it was about to shatter again.

Gu Songzi walked out of the hut with her hands on her back and snorted: "Although the three meridians in your body have been completely restored, even better than before, they are just born, like a newborn baby. How can they withstand the violent transport of blood and holy energy?"

Gradually, Zhang Ruochen felt the pain in his body gradually weakening and sootheed.

Zhang Ruochen was very smart and understood what Gu Songzi said, and asked, "How long does it take to recuperate before I can fight with others?"

"With your physique, it only takes half a month, which should be enough. It seems that you are quite pleasing to the eye, so I am not in a hurry to rush you away. For the next half month, you will stay here to recuperate!"

Gu Songzi said lightly, then walked away leisurely.

Qing Mo stared at Gu Songzi's back and suddenly felt that this strange-tempered old man was not as inhuman as he appeared.

"Young Master, do you feel better?" Qing Mo asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's because I'm too impatient."

Zhang Ruochen smiled mockingly, then took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of miles turned into a trace of light, pouring into his body, flowing slowly through the meridians and holy veins.

After adjusting my breathing for ten major circles, the pain completely disappeared.

"Young Master, I'll go and catch a barbarian bird and come back to make soup and give you some replenishment."

Qing Mo used his body technique and climbed the towering Lingshan Mountain and disappeared into layers of white fog.

Gu Songzi has lived here for hundreds of years, which shows that this place must be quite safe. Therefore, Zhang Ruochen was not worried that Qing Mo would encounter danger and was preparing to do his best to practice and use this half month to further his cultivation level.

Zhang Ruochen knew very well that once the news of his appearance in Xianji Mountain spread, it would definitely attract many enemies. Only when his cultivation became stronger can he gain a greater advantage in the subsequent battles.

"Huh!"

Zhang Ruochen's mental power entered the Qi Sea and was surprised to find that the Buddha's relics were actually suspended in the Qi Sea, located above the Jingmiao Divine Fire, emitting a thousand feet of golden light, full of sacred charm.

"The Buddha's relics were obviously swallowed by me, so how could they appear in the Qihai?"

Zhang Ruochen felt surprised and stretched out his right hand and placed it in the middle of his eyebrows.

"Wow—"

The Buddha's relics flew out of the sea of ​​energy, passed through the Shenwu Seal between his eyebrows, and fell into Zhang Ruochen's hands. They were only the size of peanuts, with Buddhist scriptures rising and falling on them.

Zhang Ruochen never expected that this time, the reshaping of the three meridians would actually resolve the hidden danger of Buddha Emperor's relics by chance.

"It should be during the formation stage of meridians and holy veins, as the holy qi moves rapidly, the relics of Buddha Emperor are also brought into the sea of ​​intake of Qi."

Zhang Ruochen showed a bright smile. It was indeed a disaster that would last forever. It would be a blessing. It seems that his luck will get better and better in the future.

The Buddha's relics were re-entered into the air-intake sea, and suddenly, it floated above the Jingmiao divine fire and slowly rotated.

The power released from the relics made Zhang Ruochen's cultivation increase at ten times faster even if he did not use his skills.

"The Buddha Emperor's relics are indeed priceless treasures. No wonder so many monks want to get it. With it, it will take not long before I can cultivate the Xuanhuang Qi and become a saint of the Xuanhuang Realm." Zhang Ruochen said intimately.

After entering the holy realm, it is difficult to ascend to heaven without upgrading one level.

It is precisely with the help of the Buddha's relics that Zhang Ruochen was able to break through one realm and become a saint in the upper realm when the three meridians were broken.

Now, not only are the three meridians connected, but there are also chaotic energy, purifying divine fire, and assisting Buddha Emperor's relics, and the speed of improvement of cultivation will only become faster.

"The intensity of mental power should have reached the mid-stage of the fifty-third level." Zhang Ruochen made this judgment.

In fact, there is no such detailed division of mental strength, only the term is said.

However, as a spiritual cultivator, he has a different assessment of his mental strength. The mental cultivator who has just broken through to the fifty-third level is definitely far inferior to those who have practiced at the fifty-third level for decades.

In Zhang Ruochen's view, the strength possessed by the 53th-level mental cultivator corresponds to the martial arts saints in the Chingdi Realm and the Tongtian Realm, and the span is very huge.

Therefore, he divided the fifty-third level into four levels: early stage, middle stage, late stage, and peak stage.

In the early and middle stages, the corresponding saints of the earth realm.

The late stage and peak correspond to the saints of Tongtian Realm.

There is no doubt that the fairy concubine of the Siming Temple of the Earth and the Immortal Goddess of the Immortal Goddess of the Immortal Temple are both peaks of the fifty-third level.

Moreover, with their exquisite control of mental power and the powerful treasures they possess, their strength is far beyond that of ordinary 53th-level mental saints. I am afraid that only people of the level of Tongtian Blood General can compete with them.

The 54th-level spiritual saints correspond to the true saint and the most saint.

The spiritual strength of Chu Siyuan, the leader of the Hua Sect, is the peak of the fifty-fourth level. Going further, reaching the fifty-fifth level, you will enter a brand new world and become the Holy King of Spiritual Power.

Of course, it seems like a step difference is a huge difficulty. I don’t know which level the saints of mental power were stuck.

Just like Chu Siyuan, he has been at the peak of the fifty-four tribulations for at least a hundred years.

It took Zhang Ruochen only a few days from the early stage of the fifty-third level to the middle stage of the fifty-third level. In the eyes of other spiritual saints, it was absolutely shocking. All of this was because of the relics of the Buddha Emperor.

If Chu Siyuan could obtain the relics of the Buddha Emperor, he would probably be able to break through in an instant and step into the level of the Holy King of Spiritual Power.

Next, Zhang Ruochen took out the ancient sword of Chenyuan, pinched it in his hand, closed his eyes, and suddenly felt a sense of flesh and blood.

Using other swords will not feel like this.

"Swish."

Zhang Ruochen's arm shook, and the black giant sword stabbed out, and then he stepped on mysterious steps, leaving behind illusory figures on the lakeside.

The sword follows the sword.

Just dancing the sword there, Zhang Ruochen was fascinated by the fact that he did not use the holy energy, but just used a simple sword move.

Tianxin Sword Technique.

True Yi Thunder Fire Sword Technique.

Nine Death Sword Technique.

Time Sword Technique.

...

As long as it is the sword technique that Zhang Ruochen has practiced and the sword scriptures he has read, every move is naturally performed at this moment. No matter what sword technique it is, each move is very coherent, and it seems to be smooth and smooth, just right.

It was not until a charming fragrance came from a distance that Zhang Ruochen stopped his sword and stopped.

"I have already realized the ninth level of Sword Seven, and only the last tenth level is left. If the sword comes out without regrets, you can cultivate Sword Seven to the Great Perfection and the title of Sword Saint."

Zhang Ruochen was still quite looking forward to it. As a sword cultivator, who doesn’t want to become a sword saint?

Now, Zhang Ruochen is only one last step away from the realm that everyone dreams of.

On the tenth level of Sword Seven, there is no regret in the sword.

"The sword comes out of no regrets, it seems that it is no longer a state of swordsmanship, but more like a state of life."

Zhang Ruochen frowned, always feeling that he couldn't grasp the last level. Could it be that he didn't have enough experience?

The fragrance that came was stronger, making Zhang Ruochen unable to think quietly at all. Fortunately, he stopped thinking about it and prepared to let it go.

Qingmo didn't know where he grabbed a sixth-level wild bird, but actually stewed a large pot of soup. The soup looked golden and there were not only meat, but also some spiritual medicines.

Gu Songzi had already rushed out of the cottage, squatting beside the big pot, widened his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Miss Qingmo, you seem to have a deep study of alchemy?"

"No research." Qing Mo said.

"Impossible. The thirteen kinds of spiritual medicines you add to the soup. Each of them has different medicinal properties, but they can complement each other, making the medicinal properties extremely powerful, comparable to half a holy medicine. Even I have never seen such a combination before."

Gu Songzi's eyes did not leave the pot, she licked her lips, and asked anxiously: "Have you not done it yet?"

Qing Mo said: "This is the big tonic soup I made for the young master. It doesn't have your portion. Why are you so anxious?"

Gu Songzi stayed alone in Xianji Mountain for hundreds of years. She has been swallowing the blood pill to replenish the consumption of the body and has never eaten food.

Suddenly, Qing Mo cooked a large pot of soup outside his door. With Qing Mo's cooking skills and the fragrance emitted from the soup, you can imagine how attractive this pot of soup is to ancient pine nuts?
Chapter completed!