Perhaps this is how he can become a god with his spiritual power.

All of this is just Zhang Ruochen's guess. Because he felt that since the Sumeru Holy Monk chose him, how could he not help him resolve the curse? Going to Taichu to practice the first-level holy will is the process of resolving the curse.

Guess, after all, is guess.

His name indeed disappeared from the "Stock of Gods Volume", which is a very terrifying thing, which means that he is destined to be a god. If it is not caused by a curse, then it is an illusion created by a person with spiritual power, who plays with fate and deliberately creates an illusion.

There are all kinds of possibilities, and Zhang Ruochen dared not take risks easily for such a life-and-death matter.

If you guess wrong, you will die.

Zhang Ruochen said to the sea water: "There is another possibility, it is the abyss of darkness or the ancient and deserted city that is isolated from the curse, just like the induction of heaven and earth, so that the divine tribulation has not come down. Not necessarily, when I walk out of the abyss of darkness, the divine tribulation will come immediately and kill me."

"It is indeed extraordinary to collapse the ancient and deserted city. Perhaps... there is such a possibility." Haishui said to himself.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Since you have heard of the curse of killing Taoism, you should know that this curse was produced by Yin Xuetian in the past, to curse the descendants of the Dazhan of the Mingwang. Why did you deliberately ask me when you were in the stone temple, do you know whether you know Dazhan of the Mingwang? And, deliberately ridicule with words?"

Behind, no one could sense chasing.

Therefore, when he said this, Zhang Ruochen stopped and put the sea water on the ground.

The beautiful jade face of Haishui, who had no expression at all, finally fluctuated. He clasped his hands together and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Ruochen. In fact, Haishui had known for a long time that you were descendants of the King of Ming Dynasty. But he really felt unfair for Yin Xuetian and spread resentment on you before he could say those words. Haishui's Buddha's heart is unclear and his six senses are unclean, and he is not a real Buddha."

Zhang Ruochen saw that she was so calm, and she used her life-sacrificing technique before, which really moved her.

The doubt that arose in my heart fell down again.

The sea water was seriously injured. If it weren't for the Buddha's relics at that time, it would be very likely that she had died under the attack of the Master Yutian. At this moment, her delicate body trembled slightly, her expression was bitter, and her words were as guilty as the orchid in the rain, and she was pity for others.

Zhang Ruochen finally felt soft and said softly: "Give me your hand."

Haishui had big eyes, covered with tears, and was a little confused, and handed over.

Zhang Ruochen held the Buddha's relics in one hand and held her hand with the other, mobilizing the power of the Buddha's relics and injecting them into her body to help her heal her wounds.

It was then that a voice came from above, "Hmph! The name of Ruochen Sword God Fengliu is really worthy of it."

Not far away.

There is a cliff about twenty feet high from the Golden Stream.
Chapter completed!