In terms of money, Zhang Chen doesn't take it very seriously, as long as it is enough.

Returning along the same road, the mechanism hub was destroyed, and the traps on the road were also invalid, and in the time of half a pillar of incense, Zhang Chen walked out of the cave and returned to the bridge.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for seizing the Evil Emperor Relic, changing the plot trajectory excessively, and rewarding 500 system points."

When the front foot walked out of the passage, the prompt sound of the system sounded in Zhang Chen's mind.

He has become accustomed to this.

After the development of several worlds, Zhang Chen also has a little understanding of changing the plot.

Each world has a story mission, 100 points can be obtained for slight changes to the plot, 500 points for excessive plot changes, and 1000 system points for heavy plot changes.

At the beginning, in the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, after he killed the tree spirit grandmother, he obtained 1000 system points.

As the severity of the plot changes, the direction seems to be different.

At the beginning of Longhu Mountain, after slightly changing the plot, the trend is back on track, but after Lanruo Temple changes the plot heavily, the plot goes farther and farther.

Because of his involvement, Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen are strangers.

With the system's urine, everything needs to be explored by himself, and that's all he has found out now.

When you think about it this way, the system is clearly letting itself do things.

Coming back to his senses, Zhang Chen put his complicated emotions behind him and closed the stone door again.

The night was dark, and no one knew that Yang Gong's treasure house, which could set off a bloody storm, had already been patronized.

Glancing at the wall, the sword marks left by the long sword were not obvious, not to mention that the light under the bridge was already dark, if it was just a fisherman passing here, it would not attract attention at all.

Leaving the stone bridge, Zhang Chen did not stop on the street and went straight back to the imperial city.

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The full moon hangs high, and the blue light is like water.

In the lotus garden, the cold air was blowing, and every grass and tree was frozen.

In the pavilion, the young man sat cross-legged, his lips were red and his teeth were white, his face was like a crown of jade, he was in the cold but not affected at all, and under the moonlight, he looked dusty and holy.

The clear and bright eyes gradually opened, Zhang Chen's mouth exhaled a breath of cold air, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

It seemed simple for him to refine the thousand-year-old ice spirit, but who knew what kind of torture he was undergoing.

The first grade is the body quenching spiritual liquid, the second grade is the Burning Sun Fruit, and the third grade is the thousand-year-old ice spirit.

The torture required to refine the three-grade thousand-year-old ice spirit far exceeded the previous two, and the pain of the meridians and blood being frozen was incomprehensible to others.

If you want to gain power, you have to pay the corresponding price, and "Bamen Dunjia" is such a domineering secret art.

"There is still the last thousand-year-old ice spirit left, with my current strength, even if I don't open the Eight Doors Dun Armor, it will be difficult to find an opponent in the world, right?"

With a low murmur, Zhang Chen couldn't help but think of someone.

This person's name is 'Heavenly Sword', the master of Lingnan's 'Song Valve', 'the world's first swordsman', and his martial arts are similar to 'the world's three great masters'.

Song Que.

Just one name has a great deterrent effect on the two realms of righteousness and demons, and it can be said that he is one of the strongest people in the world.

"Do you want to go to him and try how strong you are?"

Groaning for a while, Zhang Chen shook his head slightly, with his own exercise advantage and comprehended sword intent, presumably Song Que was not an opponent.

Thinking like this, he dispelled the idea of going to Song Que to try his hand.

It doesn't make any sense.

Leaving the strange thoughts behind, his index finger brushed over the Sumeru ring, and a jewel the size of an egg with an earthy yellow halo appeared in his hand.

Evil Emperor Relic.

The Demon Gate has searched for a holy relic that has been unsuccessful for decades.

With this evil emperor relic, he saved himself a lot of system points.

Speaking of system integrals, Zhang Chen's mind flashed with inspiration.

There is also a seven-day mission on Shi Feixuan, and you can get 500 system points after completing it.

However, that woman was instilled with the concept of Cihang Jingzhai since she was a child, and now the concept is too persistent, and if she wants to complete the task, she has to break her Dao heart.

This kind of thing is troublesome to think about, and what he hates the most is trouble.

"Whatever, if you don't have 500 points, I won't die."

Thinking like this, Zhang Chen's heart was like water, and his spirit was all focused on the Evil Emperor Relic, and he began to pull the majestic energy in it.

The energy with a cold and bloody aura flowed out of the relics, burrowed into his body along the acupoints, and then converged in the limbs and hundreds of bones along the route of the exercises.

The energy entered his body, and the cold and bloody breath rushed straight to his brain, interfering with his spirit.

Zhang Chen sat cross-legged, like an old monk in meditation, and while running the exercises, he stripped a trace of blood-colored breath from the energy, and then crushed it.

The energy flowed in the limbs and hundreds of remains, repeatedly refining his meridians, blood, and bones, passing through the two main veins of the Eight Gate Dunjia, and finally turning into a cyan aura, merging into the dantian like a milk swallow returning to its nest.

As the energy in the Evil Emperor Relic continued to pour into his body, Zhang Chen's aura gradually fluctuated.

The night was dark, and the faint scent of the lotus garden rippled in the air.

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The night was as cold as water, and a shadow swept through the sky and fell on the eaves of the imperial city.

The person who came was dressed in thin white clothes and seemed to be unable to resist the invasion of the cold night, with small jade feet, beautiful long hair hanging down to the waist, and a pair of big black eyes under the willow eyebrows were extremely bright, even in the dark night, she couldn't stop her face that was alluring to the country and the city.

Standing on the eaves, she is like a fairy in the night, full of mystery and temptation.

On the eaves, Wanwan's eyes swept over the imperial city, and a touch of confusion flashed in her eyes.

"It's so familiar, this is the breath of "Heavenly Demon Strategy", how can there be a master of the Demon Gate in the Imperial City, is it a master arranged by the master in the Imperial City, who is it?"

In addition to being surprised, the jade feet were light, and the body was as light as a swallow, and with the help of the eaves, he went straight to the backyard of the imperial city.

When she arrived at the lotus garden, she looked from afar and saw a young man sitting in the frozen lotus pavilion.

The young man was wearing a very ordinary robe, his face was like a crown of jade, and he looked forward to it, but he looked particularly dusty in the moonlight.

was stunned, and a flash of surprise flashed in Wanwan's eyes.

However, when she saw the egg-sized earthy yellow jewel suspended in front of the young man, her pupils suddenly shrank, and her heart beat uncontrollably.

Evil Emperor Relic!

As the Holy Maiden of the Demon Gate, how could she not recognize the Holy Relics of the Demon Sect.

No wonder there is a fluctuation of the aura of the Heavenly Demon Ce in the palace, and it is actually the Evil Emperor Relic.

For a while, Wanwan's eyes were full of heat and greed, and with a step on his jade feet, the white-clothed ribbon roared out and went straight to the evil emperor's relics.

However, just as her ribbon swept into the lotus pavilion, a sharp aura shrouded her.

"Poof—"

The terrifying aura poured down, causing her to be struck by lightning, her internal organs shifted in an instant, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her pink lips, and her eyes went black and planted in the lotus pond.

The lotus pond had long been frozen by the cold air of thousands of years of ice, and she was already seriously injured and fell like this, not dead or disabled.

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