Zhang Ruochen nodded slightly and said, "This treasure land must be in our hands. Unfortunately, Xiao Hei is not there, otherwise it can hide Wang Shan if it burns the formation inscription."

The Taoist Zhenmiao showed disdain, patted his chest, and said, "My achievements in formation are definitely not under that owl."

"oh?"

Zhang Ruochen was a little unbelievable.

"It seems that I have to show my unique skills before you know who the real formation master is." Zhenmiao Xiaodao is full of confidence and immediately wrote the next list of materials.

"As long as you can prepare these materials, I can arrange a ninth-grade formation for you."

Zhang Ruochen took the material list and said, "Nine-grade formation?"

The ninth-grade formation can block the creatures at the level of the Great Saint, and only the formation saint masters at the level of the Earth Master can be arranged. To be honest, Zhang Ruochen really doesn't believe that the Zhenmiao Taoist has this ability.

The Taoist Zhenmiao coughed twice and said, "Of course... it is just a prototype of the ninth-grade formation, and there is still some difference between the real ninth-grade formation."

Zhang Ruochen had not studied the formation much, but he was the Holy King of Spiritual Power after all. He found that the list written by the Zhenmiao Taoist was still somewhat reliable, and he was not made up.

"I have most of the materials on the list. However, there are about one-third of them, but I have to purchase them."

Zhang Ruochen put away the list, then came to the periphery of Wangshan, and used the means of distortion of space to arrange a large space maze.

With the protection of this space maze, even the Nine-Step Holy King cannot easily break into Wangshan.

Of course, a space maze is far from enough. If a space monk comes to Yunwu County, he will soon be able to break it. So Zhang Ruochen spent a lot of time to arrange a time formation.

Immediately, he took the Saint Flowers that had broken through to the seven-step Saint King realm and rushed to Tongming River. Zhenmiao Xiaodao Ren stayed at the Yunwu King City.

Yunwu King City is only tens of thousands of miles away from Tongming River. It is not far away for monks in the Holy King Realm. It is impossible for those strong people in the Youshen Temple to know that Yuan Che and others have fallen.

But why didn't they rushed to Yunwu King City to deal with Zhang Ruochen immediately?

Zhang Ruochen could only think of one possibility, that is, they had already broken through the dragon tomb at the bottom of Tongming River.

They must not be allowed to dig out the remains of the golden dragon. Zhang Ruochen rushed to Tongminghe, not to fight with the monks in the Youshen Temple. One of them was to investigate the situation.

Secondly, if the monk from the Seul Temple really breaks through the dragon tomb, Zhang Ruochen can attack him secretly.

At least it's about holding them back.

As long as the evil spirit refines the holy souls of Yuan Che and others, the power will definitely increase greatly. At that time, Zhang Ruochen may not be able to fight with them.

time.

Every minute and every second are so urgent that Zhang Ruochen has no time to prepare for a complete plan, so he can only take one step at a time.

In the evening.

In the sky, red clouds burned, reflecting the water of Tongming River like flames burning.

Zhang Ruochen used thirty-six changes to become a man with a bearded man, riding in a ship, following the water flow, towards the direction of the Dragon Palace under the water.

Mo Yin was wearing an antique pink palace outfit, revealing two delicate and sexy shoulders, and a large snow-white area on her chest. She knelt next to the chariot and poured wine for Zhang Ruochen.

As his cultivation level improves, Mo Yin's appearance and temperament become more and more charming and attractive. Just in terms of beauty, it is not much worse than Mu Lingxi. In any big world, it is a beauty that can attract the great saint to take action.

Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating the holy energy into his left leg.

"Boom."

The blood in the left leg boils like magma.

Mysterious rules are like red dragons and snakes, shuttled between blood, bones, and skin.

Suddenly, three red rules gushed out of their left leg, like three fierce fire dragons, entering Zhang Ruochen's holy vein and rushing towards the Qihai between their eyebrows.

Zhang Ruochen tightened his nerves, mobilized his mental power, holy energy, and the rules of holy paths, and tried his best to fight against the three red rules.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhang Ruochen refined three red rules and forced 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 rewarding.

Zhang Ruochen found that there were nearly 100,000 red rules in his left leg. Those rules were far stronger than the rules of the holy path cultivated by the Holy King, and they should be the rules of the gods cultivated by the Yan God.

Only by refining all 100,000 red rules can Zhang Ruochen use the power of the God's left leg as he wishes.

However, just now, Zhang Ruochen mobilized more than 400,000 holy rules in his body and tried his best to refine the three red rules. To refine all 100,000 red rules, it is obvious that Zhang Ruochen still has a long way to go.

"Master, there is a situation."

While Mo Yin poured wine for Zhang Ruochen, his eyelashes were gently raised, and the soft voice was transmitted to Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen immediately released the space field, covering a radius of dozens of miles.

Within the scope of the domain, no movement could be hidden from his perception. Soon, Zhang Ruochen was on the shore and sensed two extremely powerful auras of holy paths.

The two seven-step saint kings of the Seul Temple, Liao Yijun and He Yuan, stood in a shadow on the banks of Tongming River, looking at the ship in the distance.

Liao Yijun's eyes shrank deeply, and a flying knife appeared in his palm, and tens of thousands of black lines flowed on the blade.

“Let’s wait.”

He Yuan pressed on Liao Yijun's wrist and stared at the charming woman on the ship, her eyes shining.

Liao Yijun frowned and said, "Uncle Master asked us to sit here and stop the idle people from approaching the waters in front. There must be no accidents."

"With our cultivation, how could something happen? The man killed him directly, but the woman was a rare beauty. In the Youshen Temple, except for Senior Sister Ruan Ling, who has such beauty, figure and temperament? Are you not moved at all?" He Yuan smiled.

Liao Yijun had to admit that the woman wearing pink palace outfit on the ship was indeed a beauty who could be compared with Senior Sister Ruan Ling.

Senior Sister Ruan Ling is a disciple of You Shen. She has extremely talented and countless suitors. Liao Yijun and He Yuan can only imagine it. It is not easy to say a word to Senior Sister Ruan Ling.

Now, a beauty of the same level as Senior Sister Ruan Ling appeared, and Liao Yijun was naturally full of imagination.

Liao Yijun was quite cautious and said, "On the ship, the big man with a beard is not a small figure, and his cultivation has reached the level of a five-step Saint King. It is best to be careful when you take action."

"Don't worry, if I can't even get rid of a five-step Holy King, wouldn't I, He Yuan, become a joke for the entire Secret Temple?" He Yuan laughed contemptuously, quite conceited.

Zhang Ruochen sat on the ship, picked up a small bronze tripod, and drank a big mouthful of wine.

"rustle."

A breeze blows by.

He Yuan appeared silently on the ship wearing a white dress, stood opposite Zhang Ruochen, staring at Moyin with a smile, without any concealing his purpose.

"Master, someone broke into the ship."

Mo Yin deliberately pretended to be shy and scared and leaned towards Zhang Ruochen.

Seeing this scene, He Yuan was in a bad mood. How could such a beautiful beauty be ruined by such a rough man?

Zhang Ruochen glared at his eyes, pretended to be angry, and shouted: "Who are you? Without my permission, who asked you to board this ship?"

He Yuan smiled sarcastically and sat directly opposite Zhang Ruochen, and the powerful holy power was released.

Mo Yin seemed to be unable to bear the holy power, and screamed and fell softly on the deck.

He Yuan had a high-ranking aura and said, "Tell me, what kind of world are you a monk from?"

Zhang Ruochen did not answer He Yuan, glanced at the magic sound on the ground, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it, it's all a dead person anyway." He Yuan's holy energy was circulating, and there were tens of thousands of sword-do rules intertwined in his palms, ready to use the sword-do power to kill Zhang Ruochen with the power of thunder.

"Diet, are you talking about yourself?" Zhang Ruochen said with a smile.

Seeing the man with a beard so calm, He Yuan felt something was wrong and immediately rushed out the power condensed in his palm. However, dozens of sharp roots flew out under the table, piercing him into a sieve.

"Chichi."

The holy energy and the rules of holy path in He Yuan's body were sucked away by those roots.

"Eat the Holy Flower..."

He Yuan's pupils showed a look of horror, and his handsome face instantly became distorted.

"Haha, that's right, it's just the Holy Flower. Don't you want to eat me? Unfortunately, your cultivation is not strong enough, so you can only be eaten by me." Mo Yin had already climbed up from the ground, her red lips slightly raised, and she was quite charming.

"quack."

He Yuan struggled hard and roared in pain, but he could not escape. His body gradually became dry and turned into a mummy. After falling on the deck, it turned into a pile of ashes.

Zhang Ruochen sighed: "Who told you to do it so quickly, you should wait a little longer."

"I can't wait!"

Mo Yin pretended to be pitiful and said innocently.

On the shore, Liao Yijun realized something was wrong and quickly sent a message to He Yuan, but he did not wait for a response.

"Swish."

Liao Yijun decisively took action and knocked out the flying knife of the Wandian Holy Artifact level.

The power of the holy path burst out from the flying knife caused the Tongming River to roll violently. With a slash, it slashed the ship in two with a "boom".

Liao Yijun stared at the water surface tightly and saw that the ship slowly sank into the bottom of the water, but no figure flew 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 his body.

Zhang Ruochen walked out of the void and appeared above the back of Liao Yijun. He slapped his palm and directly slapped Liao Yijun's head to the point of sinking into his belly.

When the Holy Flowers Eat and Suck Liao Yijun, Zhang Ruochen transformed into He Yuan's appearance.

Previously, the reason why Zhang Ruochen did not kill He Yuan immediately was because he wanted to observe his behavior so that he could accurately imitate.
Chapter completed!