When she sits in the position of the witch king, let the holy aunt come over to assist her, and it is not too late to settle down.

With a decision in his heart, Zhang Chen's index finger brushed over the Sumeru ring.

Pinching the crimson pearl that exudes an evil aura, and running the exercises, the vast energy is drawn into the body.

The purpose of doing this is not to cultivate, but to consolidate one's cultivation.

In just half an hour, breaking through the triple realm in a row, Zhang Chen felt a little incredible, the spirit bead was worthy of being the treasure of the world.

The energy in the Water Demon Beast's Inner Pill poured into his body, containing a violent and evil mood.

Emotions interfered with Zhang Chen's thinking, giving him an urge to destroy everything.

However, at the moment when the emotion was born, the Qinglian in the dantian released a breath of fresh air, and the irritable emotions were immediately devoured.

When all emotions are swallowed by Qinglian, the energy becomes pure and majestic.

In the five main veins in the body, the cyclone was running wildly, constantly devouring energy.

In the fierce battle with the water monster during the day, Zhang Chen obviously felt that the fifth cyclone was in danger, and he had the urge to collapse at any time.

However, under the transformation of the water spirit bead energy, the five cyclones have become extremely stable, and even stronger than before.

In the future, he will open the Eight Gates Dunjia, and he will definitely not need to be scrupulous.

Under the promotion of the Qinglian Duel, as well as the operation of the Eight Gate Dunjia, the Inner Dan energy of the Water Demon Beast was quickly refined.

Zhang Chen's cultivation finally stayed in the middle of the Yuanying Fivefold Period, and the realm had been completely consolidated.

With his power skyrocketing so quickly, it took him a while to get used to.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the existence of Qingyan seems to have extremely strict requirements for aura.

Under its scorching, the aura in the dantian was much more majestic than before.

The twilight was dreary, and there was no word for the night.

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In the early morning of the next day, the golden crow rose in the east, and the bright sunlight poured down, dispelling all the gloom that shrouded the Nanzhao Kingdom.

As a result of the floods, residents' homes were destroyed and their wives were separated.

The crime of worshipping the moon is monstrous, and the new witch king uses the power of the great god Nuwa to save the Zheng Nanzhao.

In an instant, Zhao Ling'er won the support of the entire Nanzhao residents.

Of course, Zhang Chen's existence also spread, and the white-clothed Sword Immortal, the only thing that disappointed him was that he did not meet the requirements for prestige achievements.

If you want to make prestige achievements in such a huge world, there is a long way to go.

The new Witch King is ready to succeed to the throne, and the battle between the White Miao and the Black Miao is also over, and they jointly support the new Witch King.

At this moment, in the bedroom of the Witch King in the Imperial City of Nanzhao.

The residents didn't know that their great witch king was like an octopus, wrapped around Zhang Chen's body.

Exiting the cultivation state, Zhang Chen opened his eyes, smiled dumbly, and did not disturb her rest.

After yesterday's hearty battle, I guess I'm very tired.

The sun is three poles, and surprisingly, the Bai Miao people are palace maids and they did not come to disturb.

It can be seen that Zhao Ling'er made the Bai Miao people extremely worried.

After all, after the witch queen Lin Qing'er quelled the flood, she also put herself in, and in their eyes, Zhao Ling'er needed to rest.

On the couch, she opened her beautiful eyes worriedly, and Zhao Linger was a little confused.

When the line of sight cleared, looking at the handsome cheeks that were close at hand, the crazy picture of last night came to mind like a slideshow.

For a while, the little face was as red as a glow, delicate, and he was in his arms with his eyes closed.

Pinching her jade buttocks, Zhang Chen smiled evilly: "My witch king, the sun is drying your buttocks, when are you going to sleep?" ”

Secretly opened her beautiful eyes, and Zhao Ling'er's big watery eyes looked at him gently.

Holding her in his arms, Zhang Chen said, "Ling'er, tell you something." ”

"Hmm."

"Last night, I lost the water spirit bead."

Hearing this, Zhao Ling'er looked at the head of the bed, and the water spirit bead was really gone.

"It doesn't matter, as long as Brother Zhang Chen is by my side."

The water spirit bead was left by her mother, just like Lin Qing'er was by her side, which was a kind of sustenance.

Of course, in her mind, the water spirit bead can be without, but she can't do without Zhang Chen.

Because, Zhang Chen is more important than Shui Lingzhu.

Holding her in his arms, Zhang Chen said gently: "Don't worry, I will always guard you, of course, you must also learn to be self-reliant, after all, you are already the witch king of Nanzhao Kingdom." ”

"Hmm."

Seeing her well-behaved appearance, Zhang Chen couldn't bear to say it for a while.

But he can't stay here forever.

"Ling'er, I have more important things to tell you."

Zhao Linger bowed her head slightly, and listened attentively.

Zhang Chen said cautiously: "The disaster of Nanzhao Kingdom has subsided, you are in the position of the Witch King, I will go to Xianling Island, let Grandma come over to assist you, and by the way, I will also go back, as short as dozens of days, and as long as half a year." ”

"Grandma must be very happy to know that I am a witch king."

Saying that, Zhao Ling'er looked strong and said, "Then you have to come back quickly, don't let me wait too long." ”

To Zhang Chen's surprise, Zhao Linger did not shed tears except for showing a trace of reluctance.

Perhaps, this girl is stronger than she imagined.

"By the way, there's one more thing for you."

Zhao Ling'er glared at him with disgust, and said softly: "Brother Zhang Chen, can you finish the words at one time." ”

Pinching her Qiong's nose, Zhang Chen smiled dumbly: "Aren't I afraid that you won't be able to absorb it?" ”

Zhao Ling'er pouted and said, "I'm not as stupid as you say." ”

"In Nanzhao, help me build a temple."

Zhao Ling'er was stunned and asked, "Temple?" Is it the same as the Nuwa Niangniang Temple? ”

Playing with her hair, Zhang Chen nodded and said, "Naturally, I can't compare with Nuwa, and it's okay to be in a remote location." ”

Last time, in the Liaozhai world, there was his own temple, and Zhang Chen felt that Qinglian Jue's speed of absorbing aura was significantly faster.

Obviously, the temple and the world have a wonderful connection with the law.

This relationship is very mysterious, and Zhang Chen's current experience and strength are not very clear, but he might as well know that there are advantages and disadvantages.

With Zhao Ling'er's current identity, it is easy to build a temple.

What's more, if you kill the water monster by yourself, the residents of the capital of Dali have also seen it with their own eyes, and they should be able to harvest a wave of points.

"yes, I see."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Chen pulled the quilt and immediately got in.

In the blink of an eye, a girl's gentle murmur echoed in the bedroom.

The couch is surrounded by aura, and the garden is full of spring.

It's noon, and the sun is shining.

After a hearty battle, Zhang Chen dressed neatly, kissed her lightly on the jade forehead, and turned to leave the bedroom.

On the high pavilion, the dragon slaying sword rose in the wind, Zhang Chen jumped, and immediately turned into sword light, disappearing at the end of his sight like chasing the stars and the moon.

At lunchtime, the palace maids went to the high pavilion and saw that Zhao Ling'er was sleeping very dead, so they withdrew from the bedroom one after another.

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