In the early morning, the air is cold and foggy. Vertices are updated the fastest

Luo Shuihan stayed awake all night, and all parties dispatched to prepare the materials on the list and put them in dozens of copper boxes.

After Zhang Ruochen counted them one by one, he nodded with satisfaction.

On the list, some materials are extremely rare, Zhang Ruochen has never heard of them, thinking that there is no Kunlun realm at all, and he suddenly secretly admires in his heart: "Wushi Qianzhuang is really powerful. ”

It is worthy of being a force that has experienced the great turmoil 100,000 years ago and will not be destroyed, and its background is far beyond Zhang Ruochen's estimate.

In the Middle Ages, Wushi Qianzhuang was a behemoth in the Kunlun realm, and there was more than one god.

After paying a large sum of holy stones, Zhang Ruochen asked Luo Shuihan: "Does Wushi Qianzhuang have cosmic void tears?"

Helping Shen Yuan Ancient Sword Spirit condense the Dao body was what Zhang Ruochen set out to do next.

The other materials have been prepared, only the Cosmic Void Tears, which are still a little short. Zhang Ruochen didn't expect Wushi Qianzhuang to really have cosmic void tears, so he just wanted to try his luck.

Luo Shuihan frowned and said, "That's a legendary treasure, I've only seen it in ancient books, I'm not sure if Qian Zhuang has it." Of course, I can help you ask. ”

"Okay, then there is Senior Sister Lao, there is news to notify me immediately, the price of the holy stone is negotiable. ”

Zhang Ruochen put dozens of copper boxes into the space ring, went to say goodbye to Lei Jing, and then left the Thousand Water King City.

The magic sound drove the golden step dragon chariot and drove towards Luoshui at a rapid pace.

Entrusted by people, loyal to people.

Anyway, the Ghost God Temple should not be able to break into Wang Mountain for the time being, there is plenty of time, and at the same time, Zhang Ruochen is also quite curious about Luo Shui, not only because of the chance between Luo Xuan and Luo Shuihan, but also because of the Reverse God Monument.

The power of the Anti-God Monument is the most bizarre power that Zhang Ruochen has ever seen, and it definitely has a great history.

And the half of the anti-god monument was salvaged from Luoshui.

Half an hour later, Zhang Ruochen came to the shore of Luoshui.

A few years ago, Zhang Ruochen stayed here for a while in order to practice the Luoshui boxing method and unlock the secrets of Luoshui. When I came to Luoshui again, I didn't dare to admit it, thinking that I had come to the wrong place.

Is this still Luoshui?

In front of you is an endless blue wave, like an ancient ocean.

In the past, Luoshui was never so wide.

Moreover, there was a faint smoke floating on the water, flowing with mysterious power, blocking Zhang Ruochen's sight and spiritual power, so that he could only see the water within a hundred miles, and there was confusion in the distance.

Zhang Ruochen spread a pair of dragon wings, like a humanoid geese, flew down to the surface of the water and walked towards the depths of the water.

Riding the waves, I walked about a hundred miles.

Zhang Ruochen smelled a faint fragrance, like the smell of tulips.

Soon, Zhang Ruochen saw that a few miles away, it was a real tulip, as tall as a tower, and each petal was like a ruby carving, crystal clear, and it looked very gorgeous under the light of the morning sun.

"It's a 100,000-year-old holy medicine. ”

Zhang Ruochen was extremely surprised, his mind was uncontrollable, and he became extremely excited.

Luoshui is not only full of heaven and earth holy energy, but the rules of heaven and earth are active, how can there be such a treasure as a hundred thousand ancient holy medicines?

It's too perverse.

What kind of changes have taken place in Luoshui, and like Wang Mountain, it is a place of awakening?

"Master, be careful, it is not a simple tulip, it should be a ferocious plant tulip, the fragrance it exudes is extremely irritating and tempting, and can affect the mood and mind of the flesh monk. "Demon Voice.

Zhang Ruochen immediately stopped, held his breath, mobilized the Pure Extinguishing Divine Fire, and refined the aroma that was inhaled into his body.

There is indeed a problem.

His state of mind is profound, how can he not control his emotions?

After refining the aroma in his body, Zhang Ruochen's brain was clear, and he sensed the dangerous aura, and immediately retreated backwards.

Tulip magic incense, among the ferocious plants, is not much weaker than the Eating Holy Flower, proficient in spiritual power attacks, even if it is only ten thousand years, it can also use fragrance and spiritual power to affect the living beings within a radius of thousands of miles. Of course, that refers to mortals, and creatures like snakes, insects, rats, and ants.

But the one in front of me is a 100,000-year-old year.

Even if Zhang Ruochen is a holy king, once he gets close to the past, it is estimated that he will be more than lucky.

"Not good. ”

Zhang Ruochen found the petals of the tulip magic incense, emitting a blood-red brilliance.

"Wow"

The blood light spread in all directions, instantly dyeing the sky and waters red. What's even more terrifying is that in the blood light, there is an extremely powerful spiritual power.

Zhang Ruochen looked forward and saw thousands of blood-red gods and demon knights surging towards him. Between heaven and earth, a deafening roar and killing sound sounded, shaking his holy soul to fly out of his body.

"It's a psychic attack. ”

Zhang Ruochen hurriedly took out the Void Bead and held it in the palm of his hand.

The holy qi in the body was running wildly, and it was constantly converging towards the Void Bead.

A statue of the Buddha flew out of the void bead, wrapping Zhang Ruochen, like dozens of golden-bodied arhats and bodhisattvas guarding him, and reciting loud Sanskrit sounds in his mouth.

Relying on the spiritual power of the Void Pearl to defend, Zhang Ruochen fled back to the shore and fled hundreds of miles away before stopping.

"It's terrifying, with the strength of my fifty-eighth order peak spiritual power, I almost can't resist it. Zhang Ruochen's face was quite pale, and his mental strength was traumatized to a certain extent.

It took more than an hour to swallow the next Saint Pill of healing spiritual power, and it took Zhang Ruochen to fully recover.

When I came to the shore of Luoshui again, the tulip magic fragrance had long disappeared.

Zhang Ruochen was much more cautious this time, restrained the breath on his body, and dived towards the deep waters of Luoshui, but when he reached a hundred miles away, he encountered great danger again.

His body sank uncontrollably into the water, as if there was a hand pulling at his legs.

Zhang Ruochen looked down and saw that there were mysterious inscriptions in the water, and those inscriptions wrapped around his legs, pulled down, and sank his waist into the water.

"Wow"

Zhang Ruochen exerted his spatial power to break free from the inscription in the water and escape back to the shore.

Next, Zhang Ruochen went to explore several times, and once he reached a hundred miles away, he would encounter some inscriptions, some of which released thunder and lightning, some formed heavenly fire, and some even tore apart the space.

Those inscriptions are too terrifying, they are by no means a means arranged by the creatures of the Saint King Realm, with Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation realm, it is impossible to break in.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen also had some harvests, and on the surface of the water, he picked more than ten precious holy medicines.

On one occasion, he ventured into the waters four hundred miles away, and saw several huge black islands floating in the depths of the waters.

That's right.

It is indeed floating in the water, and it will move slowly.

Those black islands, hemispherical in shape, are quite huge, very much like stars falling from the sky. Because it was too far away, Zhang Ruochen couldn't see what was on the island, but he could sense a divine power that seemed to be there.

Zhang Ruochen didn't dare to continue to break in, and immediately retreated to the shore.

"No wonder Senior Sister Luo said, I can't take away Luoshui. Luoshui is really extraordinary, what kind of big secret is hidden here?"

"In the past, there must have been a hidden space here, but with the recovery of the Kunlun realm, it was gradually revealed. Forget it, first integrate the civilians who live near the water into the Qiankun realm and settle down, which can be regarded as fulfilling the promise to Senior Sister Luo. ”

The water of Luoshui has been turned into a spiritual spring, and mortals can drink it to prevent all diseases and prolong their lives.

Zhang Ruochen walked downstream along the river.

When he came to a fishing village by Luoshui, Zhang Ruochen had an ominous expectation before he walked in.

The village was eerily quiet, and it was incomprehensible to human voices and barking dogs.

Zhang Ruochen walked into the fishing village and immediately gasped. I saw that all the fishermen in the fishing village had turned into dried corpses, to be exact, stone corpses.

A boy stood at the entrance to the village, his body shriveled down to bones and skin, and his body was petrified.

If not, the boy was wearing clothes and long hair, and Zhang Ruochen thought it was a stone statue.

Zhang Ruochen is not a cold-blooded and ruthless person, and when he saw this situation, he was extremely angry in his heart. He stretched out his five fingers and pressed them on the boy's forehead, feeling them thinly.

"It's ...... The breath of the Stone Clan cultivator of the Hell Realm ......"

"Boom. ”

Zhang Ruochen stomped on the ground fiercely, trampling the earth within a radius of more than ten miles and sinking, and the entire fishing village was buried in the ground.

Continuing downstream, the same situation occurred in the fishing villages and small towns that Zhang Ruochen passed.

Not a single living mouth can be seen, all of them are petrified.

Although Zhang Ruochen's heart was full of anger, he still maintained his sanity and found a suspicious point that he couldn't figure out.

Even if the Shi Clan monks slaughtered those fishermen, where did the blood in those fishermen's bodies go?

You must know that the blood of the human race is of no use to the monks of the Stone Clan at all.

Zhang Ruochen sped up and walked forward and came to an ancient city by the Luoshui River.

This ancient city, called "Los Angeles", has a permanent population of about hundreds of thousands.

Fortunately, the humans in Los Angeles have not yet suffered a catastrophe.

Zhang Ruochen felt the breath of the Holy Realm monk in Luocheng, so he wore a mask, collected the breath on his body, and quietly walked into the city gate.

Since those Shi Clan monks killed all the fishermen around Luoshui, they would definitely not let go of the humans in Luocheng.

"I want to see, who are you?" Zhang Ruochen moved his killing thoughts, preparing to wait for the rabbit in Los Angeles.

In Los Angeles, the largest restaurant is called Xusheng Building, which is named after Luoxu's visit to this building.

Zhang Ruochen limped into the Void Holy Building, and sensed more than a dozen sharp gazes and stared at him. Without sensing the aura of the Holy Dao on him, those eyes converged again.

"There are so many strong people gathered in Los Angeles, and I don't know if there are any monks from the hell realm hidden in it. Zhang Ruochen said secretly in his heart.

A steward of the Void Holy Building, seeing that Zhang Ruochen was a lame man, showed a displeased look, and said: "This store is full, there is no extra space, guest officer, you better go elsewhere!"

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the restaurant and saw that there was a wine table in the corner, and there were only two people sitting. One carried a machete on his back, like a butcher. One was white and chubby, with a somewhat dull expression.

"Isn't there still anyone to sit there?" Zhang Ruochen pointed to the wine table.

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(I didn't go to bed until two or three o'clock in the morning these days, and I really couldn't bear it, so I was ready to adjust.) I won't write it tonight, I'll write it tomorrow morning. Khan!)