God Emperor

Half an hour later, the Food Saint Flower killed all the saints in the Sword Hell Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm, returned to Zhang Ruochen, and threw dozens of storage bags on the ground.

Zhang Ruochen poured out all the items from dozens of storage bags and piled them into a small mountain on the ground.

There are seven to eight hundred jade bottles containing blood and remnant souls.

Seeing those jade bottles, Qing Mo, who was squatting aside, was a little surprised. His starry eyes widened and he said, "They actually killed so many saints. Shouldn't we deal with the Rakshasa clan together?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Who told you that you came to the merit battlefield to deal with the Rakshasa tribe?"

"Isn't it?"

Qing Mo's eyes widened and he felt quite confused. Did he hear the wrong order before entering the ancestral spirit world?

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "I came to the merit battlefield to gain more merit points."

Qing Mo was even more confused and said: "To seize the merit points, doesn't it mean killing the Rakshasa monks?"

"How can the speed of gaining merit points by killing Rakshasa monks be as fast as killing other participants in the war?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't know how to describe his feelings. After all, Qing Mo had also practiced with him for a while, but she was still so naive. With such a scheming mind, it was really not easy for her to survive on the merit battlefield for nearly a month.

Qing Mo fell into silence, holding his cheeks in his hands, as if thinking.

Zhang Ruochen was too lazy to continue explaining to her and began to count the gains from this battle.

There were a total of 1.07 million drops of blood, of which 840 were the blood of Marquis Rakshasa.

There are a total of 2.4 million strands of remnant souls, among which there are 1,350 strands of the remnant soul of Marquis Rakshasa.

In addition to the treasure vase Zhang Ruochen obtained before, he now has three thousand drops of Marquis Rakshasa's blood and two thousand five hundred strands of the remnant soul of Marquis Rakshasa in his body. There are countless Rakshasa blood and remnant souls below the Marquis level.

In addition, Zhang Ruochen collected more than two thousand drops of Ningzhen Holy Dew, as well as a large number of healing holy pills, holy artifacts, and talismans.

Zhang Ruochen gave all the sacred weapons, including the two sacred weapons with ten thousand patterns left behind by the Holy Saint Yan Ju and the Holy Saint Yumu, to Shen Yuan Ancient Sword, allowing it to be refined and absorbed to improve its own grade.

On the other end, all the roots of the Holy-Eating Flower extend out and take root on the corpses of the saints from the Sword Hell Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm, absorbing their holy power and blood, and impacting the holy realm.

Its vines, leaves, and fruits all emit a green holy light, as if they have transformed into an emerald divine vine.

As long as the Holy Flower reaches the holy realm, it will immediately become the most powerful person under the Holy King and become a great help to Zhang Ruochen.

Therefore, Zhang Ruochen decided to give it a day and a night to let it hit the realm.

Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged under the Holy Flower of Eating, took out a bottle of Holy Dew of Condensation, swallowed it into his mouth, and started to use the exercises to refine and absorb, continue to condense the rules of the Holy Way and consolidate the realm he had just broken through.

The rules of the holy way are only the first step to "get rid of emptiness and transform into reality".

We must continue to condense the rules of the Holy Way. Only by condensing the rules of the Holy Way to the "true and extreme" level can we reach the ultimate state of the saint.

That state is the holy state.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen is still far away from the holy realm.

According to Zhang Ruochen's estimation, even if you want to reach the middle stage of True Saint cultivation, you will need to refine at least 5,000 drops of True Holy Dew. If you want to cultivate to the late stage of True Saint, the amount of Condensing Holy Dew needed will be doubled.

Qing Mo, who was squatting there motionless, seemed to have figured out what Zhang Ruochen had said before, and suddenly stood up and exclaimed: "I understand!"

Zhang Ruochen was so shocked by her that the holy energy in his body was in chaos. He immediately stopped condensing the rules of the holy way and said, "What are you doing in such a surprise?"

Qing Mo was very happy and said: "I understand! Just like you, if you kill dozens of saints in the Sword Hell Realm and the Zifu Realm, you can immediately get a large amount of blood and residual souls, which is equivalent to getting a A large amount of merit points. Yes, collecting merit points in this way is indeed many times faster than killing Rakshasa monks alone."

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes, suppressed the power rushing inside his body, calmed himself down, and then said: "How long have you thought about such a simple truth?"

"This is the fastest way to gain merit points, right?" Qing Mo asked.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "No."

Qing Mo was stunned for a moment and said, "Is there a faster way than this?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "Robbing other participants can indeed quickly collect the blood and remnant souls of Rakshasa monks. However, one person's power is limited after all, and the four world fragments of the Ancestral Dragon Realm are very vast, and all the saints are scattered Very open, how many people can you capture?”

Qing Mo's fingers gently pulled the ends of her hair, thinking hard, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Ruochen felt a headache. If he were a talented woman with holy books, he would have understood the meaning of his words. However, it was Qing Mo who stood in front of him.

They are both Jiutian Xuannv, why is the gap so big?

Zhang Ruochen said: "In the ancestral spirit world, who can kill the most participants in the war?"

Qing Mo didn't even think about it and said, "You."

Zhang Ruochen glared at her and said, "Which force am I talking about?"

"The Sword Prison Realm and the Zifu Realm?" Qing Mo said.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "It's not them, it's the Rakshasa clan."

Qing Mo nodded and said: "Yes, there are indeed a large number of saints in the Seven Realms of Shatuo who died in the hands of the Rakshasa clan."

Zhang Ruochen said: "If the Rakshasa monks kill them, they will naturally get the jade bottles on them. For us, those jade bottles are extremely precious, and every drop of blood and every residual soul represents a lot of merit. Value. But to the Rakshasa tribe, those things have no value.”

Qing Mo felt that what Zhang Ruochen said made sense, but there were some things he didn't understand.

The saint of the Seven Realms of Shatuo killed the Rakshasa monks and captured the blood and residual souls. The monks of the Rakshasa tribe also killed the saints of the Seven Realms of Shatuo and took back their blood and residual souls.

Qing Mo felt that there was chaos in his head and said, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Ruochen said thoughtfully: "Whoever can get the blood and remnant souls in the hands of the Rakshasa tribe will be the first in the battle of saints' merits."

"I don't care who is the first in the Saint's Merit Battle. You must return the blood and remnant souls I collected to me first. Those are things related to the life and death of the entire Kunlun world."

Qing Mo boldly walked over and shook Zhang Ruochen's arm.

Zhang Ruochen also felt that it was almost impossible to seize the blood and remnant souls from the Rakshasa clan, so he shook his head gently.

There must be another way.

Qing Mo saw that Zhang Ruochen didn't respond at all, so he continued to beg, "Please, give it back to me!"

Zhang Ruochen recovered his thoughts, took out Qing Mo's space ring, held it between his two fingers, and said unceremoniously: "How much blood and remnant souls you collected is still related to the life and death of the Kunlun world?"

Qing Mo rolled his eyes and said, "You stole so much blood and remnant souls, how about you give me some?"

"It's quite a beautiful thought."

Zhang Ruochen glanced at her, then took a piece of frozen dragon meat, a fire luan's wing, and a piece of underworld shark's fin from the space ring, put them on the ground, and said: "Aren't you very good at cooking? Take out your The God of Cookery will inherit the best skills and cook a delicious meal for this prince. If this prince is in a happy mood, he will not necessarily give you some blood and residual souls. "

"Really?"

"of course it's true."

Qing Mo's eyes lit up, and then he rolled up his sleeves, revealing two snow-white arms, ready to fight.

Compared to hunting Rakshasa monks, it was obvious that Qing Mo was more interested in cooking food. Her space ring contains all kinds of top-quality ingredients, condiments, and tableware, which are completely different from what other monks prepare when they come to the merit battlefield.

Zhang Ruochen took out a bronze table from the space ring, placed it on the bank of the giant whale river full of floating corpses and white bones, took out a pot of Longyan wine, and poured it into a luminous cup.

Zhang Ruochen picked up the luminous cup, faced the bloody river wind, and took a sip.

The Long Yan wine was quite strong, like lava entering his throat, as if it was going to melt all his internal organs.

Not far away, Qingmo began to cook, and soon a strong fragrance came out. Those fragrances continued to float into the distance, actually suppressing the smell of blood in the world.

It was obviously a dangerous battlefield, surrounded by a scene like Shura hell, but Zhang Ruochen was drinking comfortably, waiting for delicious food.

Even Zhang Ruochen himself felt that all this was so incredible that people didn't know whether it was in reality or in a dream.

After drinking three cups in a row, Zhang Ruochen's eyes became a little blurry, and he finally asked what he wanted to ask, "Why didn't Huang Yanchen come to the merit battlefield?"

Before entering the Holy Road, Zhang Ruochen observed the army of saints in Kunlun Realm and did not find Huang Yanchen.

Qing Mo hesitated for a moment and said, "She is missing!"

"Missing, how is that possible?"

Zhang Ruochen had a gleam in his eyes, not believing Qing Mo's words.

"She really disappeared. No one knows where she went. It's like she disappeared from the world." Qing Mo said very seriously.

Zhang Ruochen said: "As one of the members of the Kunlun Realm, how could she suddenly disappear? Besides, even if she does disappear, with your identity, you will definitely know where she went."

Qing Mo saw something was wrong in Zhang Ruochen's eyes and was afraid that Zhang Ruochen would hit her. She shook her head like a rattle and said, "I really don't know. I asked Sister Danqing and she didn't know either. Princess Yanchen just disappeared without a trace. Without a trace, what can I do?”

Zhang Ruochen withdrew the dissipated cold air and was certain that Qing Mo was not lying. Huang Yanchen seemed to have really disappeared.

how so?

After a while, Qing Mo held a one-foot-long crystal plate in both hands and walked cautiously towards Zhang Ruochen. With trembling fingers, he placed the crystal plate on the table.

On the plate, there was a piece of golden dragon meat, emitting white smoke and exuding an extremely strong aroma. Just one whiff of the aroma made people want to swallow it in one gulp.

Later, Qing Mo brought out plate after plate of dishes, all of which were delicious.

Zhang Ruochen was still deep in thought, as if his soul had gone out, his eyes were a little hollow, and he seemed to have no interest in the delicious food in front of him.

At this moment, in the night, an extremely pleasant female voice rang out: "It smells so fragrant, let me smell it. It has dragon meat, Hades shark fins, and Fire Luan meat... It's so delicious Okay, it’s all what I like to eat.”

"Da da."

The footsteps are getting closer and closer.

Immediately, a tall beauty wearing light green holy clothes walked out of the night with her hands behind her back.

The firelight from the fire not far away reflected on her body. It could be seen that she was wearing a silver-white divine crystal crown on her head, and she had an extremely noble temperament on her body.

Behind her was a bluebird with nine heads, its nine pairs of eyes staring straight at the dishes on the table, and crystal clear water flowing out of its nine beaks at the same time.