Somewhere in the starry sky, a diamond-shaped mountain floated silently.

The periphery of the diamond-shaped mountain is surrounded by an unusually rich aura, running according to a specific trajectory, faintly forming a formation, thinking that there are monks cultivating in this mountain and controlling the aura circulation of this diamond-shaped mountain.

Occasionally, boulders sped past the diamond-shaped mountain, and by contrast, they looked like dust in space.

There are many stars around the diamond-shaped mountain, each star is not smaller than the Three Emperor Stars, and compared with the diamond-shaped mountain, these stars are like eggs, as for the diamond-shaped mountain, it should be a big pumpkin in a pile of eggs.

On this diamond-shaped mountain, it is full of very lush spiritual plants, which are dark green as a whole, and the spiritual plants are layered on top of each other, giving people a sense of deep mystery.

At the top of the diamond-shaped mountain, there is a waterfall that is visible to the naked eye, and it is conceivable that the waterfall must be very huge.

This waterfall flows straight down from the diamond-shaped mountain, and is divided into many tributaries on the mountainside, each tributary is enough to be called a great river, and the main stream in the middle of many tributaries, with its breadth, can be called "sea" on the Three Emperor Stars, and this sea is much broader than the wild sea of the Three Emperor Stars.

However, none of the monks who cultivated in this diamond-shaped mountain called this mainstream the sea.

They all called this mainstream that was wider than the Three Emperor Star Wild Sea "Holy River", and this diamond-shaped mountain was the only birthplace of the legendary Tianquan Holy Water, "Tianquan Mountain"!

It was also the place where Ling Feng and Quan Ziling opened the gate of the tides and were about to arrive.

At this time, somewhere in the holy river of Tianquan Mountain, thousands of monks were gathering.

These monks floated on the surface of the Holy River, all of them ragged and unkempt, if it weren't for the fact that they could easily float on the surface of the river without being swept away by the river, just looking at their appearance, they would be almost the same as the names of the Three Emperor Star Human Dynasty.

Each of them holds a large clay pot in their hands and fills it with water in the holy river, which is supposed to be some kind of special magic weapon, as long as it is put into the holy river, it will condense into a whirlpool and suck the water of the surrounding river into it.

Moreover, there seems to be a large space in this clay pot, and it is necessary to fill the river for half a day at a time, and the ragged monks will lift the clay pot to the surface.

When the monks take the pot out of the water, the bottom of the pot leaks outward, and it looks very strange.

Why do you want to watch the water from the river that has just been poured into the clay pot leak back into the river?

On the surface, these thousands of monks seem to be doing useless work, but they do it again and again, over and over again, and it proves that they absolutely have to do so.

In the sky above these ragged, water-filled and leaking monks, that is, above the holy river, there were nearly a hundred monks dressed in uniform robes.

Their treasure clothes are clean, and on the chest on the left side of each person's treasure clothes, the word "Tianquan" is engraved with the method of refining, and the treasure light flows, shining brightly, and it looks very eye-catching.

"Senior Brother Tang, the little brother is new, and I need you to take care of him in the future."

"Supervise the 'river slaves' to pan for water, but the beauty of my Tianquan Sect can deduct a lot of holy water from those river slaves every day, and if you want Senior Brother Tang to take care of you, then you have to show it well, right?"

"This senior brother is right, Senior Brother Tang, this is some of the brother's little meanings, please laugh."

……

The nearly 100 monks dressed in uniform robes, led by a middle-aged man with a beard surnamed Tang, all gathered around this beard, with respectful, flattering, or fearful, and so on.

A tall young monk who looked like he was in his twenties came to the middle-aged man surnamed Tang and took out a transparent gourd, which was filled with a four-grade spirit pill, no less than a thousand grains.

If Ling Feng saw this scene, he would definitely be shocked, the four-grade elixir, he usually only had one or two on his body, that day he thanked Qin Pianpian for helping him out, in order to make this woman's injury recover faster, Ling Feng only gave the other party a four-grade elixir.

But this young man who seemed to be a newcomer gave away a thousand grains with a flick of his hand, and for Ling Feng, a monk from the Three Emperor Stars, his skill was not insignificant.

The middle-aged man surnamed Tang looked at the thousand four-grade spirit pills given by the tall young man, but his face was very calm, he nodded lightly, took the transparent gourd very casually, and skillfully stuffed it into the big sleeve of the treasure robe.

When the tall young man saw this, he was overjoyed, and he bowed his hand to the middle-aged man surnamed Tang again and again.

"The most important thing to supervise the river slaves is to make them afraid of you."

The middle-aged man surnamed Tang didn't look at the tall young man, and suddenly said in a softened voice, "You just came, you have to give those despicable guys a dismount, my brothers and I are watching here, you go down and let those river slaves know each other, it's best this time, let them remember you firmly." ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Tang."

The tall young man nodded excitedly, then turned around and flew out of the crowd of more than a hundred uniformly dressed monks and landed on the surface of the Holy River.

After a while, the tall young man flew into the air less than two feet away from the river, and looked down condescendingly at the river slaves who were constantly filling and leaking, and a superior pride appeared on his face.

"My name is Ma Jianzhi!"

The tall young man suddenly opened his mouth and shouted at the river slaves, but after he spoke, the river slaves in the holy river did not react, most of them still repeated the water leakage, only a few people raised their heads and looked at him expressionlessly.

Seeing this, Ma Jianzhi couldn't help frowning, and his face was extremely ugly.

"Senior Brother Ma, you go teach that newcomer." Above the Holy River, Senior Brother Tang looked at Ma Jianzhi and shook his head, and said to a short and fat monk beside him.

"Yes, senior brother."

Humpty Fat Monk Ma smiled and nodded, as if he was happy to teach newcomers to do things.

After receiving the order, he didn't delay for a moment, and directly rushed down and suspended in front of Ma Jianzhi.

"Senior brother, you're here." Ma Jianzhi saw that it was the fat man who followed the monk surnamed Tang, and immediately shouted respectfully.

The monk surnamed Ma glanced at Ma Jianyi and said lightly: "Senior Brother Ma, you are really too gentle, talk to them well, no one will pay attention to you." Look, brother, I'll show you a demonstration. ”

Hearing this, Ma Jianzhi nodded heavily, stepped back without saying a word, staring at the monk surnamed Ma with both eyes, watching the other party's every move.

The monk surnamed Ma glanced at the river slaves one by one, and did not speak, and after a moment, he smiled fiercely, his body flashed, and flew towards a young river slave of eighteen or nineteen years old.

Syllable!

The monk surnamed Ma grabbed the arm of the young river slave and dragged him directly into the air, and then grabbed the joint at the shoulder of the other party with one hand and folded it hard.

Click!

Suddenly, a crisp sound was transmitted, followed by a terrifying sound of flesh tearing, and the entire arm of the young river slave was actually torn off alive by the monk surnamed Ma.

"Ahh......h

The young river slave could not bear the sharp pain of having his arm torn and immediately screamed.

With his scream, the river slaves who were still pouring water and leaking were suddenly surprised, and they all looked flustered, grabbed the clay pot with both hands, raised their eyes and glanced around, and finally everyone's eyes stayed on the sky.

They saw the monk surnamed Ma grasping the young river slave's body and one arm, his eyes glazed over, and almost none of them showed anger.

"Senior Brother Ma, do you see it? If you want these river slaves to listen to you, you'll have to give them some real colors. Now, I'll leave it to you. ”

Seeing that nearly 10,000 river slaves were looking at him, the monk surnamed Ma looked very proud, preached with Ma Jianzhi, and with a casual push, he threw the young river slave to this person.

As for the young river slave's severed arm, he pinched it with one hand, releasing a chilling true qi, which was directly shocked into powder and floated clean in the air.

"Thank you, brother, for mentioning."

Ma Jianzhi grabbed the body of the young river slave and gave a salute to the monk surnamed Ma.

…………

The sound of the wind, the sound of the water.

Light, darkness.

The space shook continuously, and the body kept falling.

The hands of the two men were tightly clasped, and neither of them would let go.

I don't know how long it took for the surrounding environment to finally stabilize.

The space no longer vibrates, the light no longer changes.

All Ling Feng and Quan Ziling could see was clear river water.

The two of them naturally condensed a Yuan Balloon and covered their bodies in it, slowly adjusting their breath while checking the movements of the outside world.

"This is the holy river of Tianquan Mountain?" Ling Feng looked at the flowing river and asked Quan Ziling.

Ling Feng had long been very familiar with the breath of the Heavenly Spring Holy Water, from the flowing river water around him, he felt the breath of the Heavenly Spring Holy Water, although the purity of the Heavenly Spring Holy Water in the river water was not high, but if these not very pure Heavenly Spring Holy Water were concentrated and refined and purified, the Heavenly Spring Holy Water that could be obtained was definitely quite considerable.

"Yes."

Quan Ziling nodded solemnly.

It can be seen that when he returned to his hometown, Quan Ziling was still a little emotional, as if he was recalling something.

"Let go."

After a while, Quan Ziling suddenly frowned and said in a coquettish voice.

"Let go of what?"

Ling Feng didn't understand what the other party meant, and asked with a wink.

"Let go of my hand." Quan Ziling glanced at Ling Feng and said helplessly.

"Oh."

Ling Feng suddenly realized and laughed embarrassedly, "From the moment you opened the Tide Gate and traveled through space, you grabbed my hand, I thought you were scared." ”

"I don't know who's afraid."

Quan Ziling said faintly, "From the Three Emperor Star to Tianquan Mountain, there are trillions of miles apart, and the space shuttles, and the movement is relatively large. Anyway, it's not the first time for me, and as for who is afraid, the man himself knows it. ”

"Hey, hey, if you have anything to say, you can say it directly, openly and secretly sarcastic this kind of thing, you are not my opponent at all."

Not to be outdone, Ling Feng retorted, secretly glanced at the woman's small hand that was tightly held by him, kneaded it lightly twice, and let go a little reluctantly.

"Let's go, let's go to the river."

Quan Ziling didn't give up, slapped Ling Feng's hand casually, glared at him again, and no matter how Ling Feng reacted, he directly swam towards the river with the Yuan Qi shield.

Ling Feng touched his nose, smiled playfully, and didn't speak, and went upstream from the spring purple spirit.

After a while, the two of them swam to the surface of the holy river and broke through the water.

"You river slaves, don't eat and drink when you toast, do you see this person? He is your example! ”

As soon as Ling Feng and Quan Ziling came out of the holy river and stepped on the surface of the river, they heard a loud roar in the distance.

The two of them took a cursory look at the movement around them, and then turned their gaze to the place where the voice sounded.

There, nearly 10,000 ragged monks floated on the surface of the river, staring up blankly.

In mid-air, a tall monk was full of anger, holding a young river slave with only one arm and blood on one shoulder, reaching out and grabbing the other arm.

(End of chapter)