The dishes in the Huojin Choi and the two large iron pots are all cooked, and the fragrance emitted is even more intense.

All the monks rushed forward, and after a battle between dragons and tigers, they robbed me and quickly wiped out all the dishes.

The dishes are indeed filled with powerful energy. Everyone feels the heat in their body rising, and they feel a sense of comfort that is floating and ecstatic.

"Crack!"

A strong man at the peak of the seventh-level half-saint in the Murong family directly broke through the realm and reached the early stage of the eighth-level half-saint.

Of course, his cultivation is already quite thick, just one step away from the eighth-level half-saint. The energy contained in food only plays a role in promoting and promoting.

Murong Yue had just broken through to the third-level half-saint. After eating the dishes made by Qingmo, she made a new breakthrough and reached the late stage of the third-level half-saint.

The cultivation of other monks has also improved significantly.

Sun Dadi's face was flushed and looked particularly excited. He looked up at Qingmo in a worship position and said, "Eat the dishes made by Miss Qingmo, which is comparable to taking the second half of the holy pill. I feel that there is a new breakthrough in my cultivation. In the near future, it should lead to the 49th disaster."

Everyone present was very excited and regarded Qingmo as a goddess.

Only Zhang Ruochen seemed very serious, standing alone on the edge of the hidden formation, carrying his hands behind his back, looking into the direction of the cracks on the earth.

Behind him, there were light footsteps.

Along with it, there is a faint fragrance.

Huang Yanchen held an exquisite jade bowl and handed him a bowl of hot broth, saying, "Qing Mo's cooking skills are still very good. Do you want to try it? This is the last bowl?"

Zhang Ruochen took the jade bowl, held it in his hand, felt the temperature coming from the bowl, and then drank it all in one go.

"I'm not angry anymore?"

When Huang Yanchen saw Zhang Ruochen drink the broth, he finally breathed a little relieved.

Zhang Ruochen smiled: "Do you really think I am a petty man? I am just thinking about how to take away the Holy Source Spirit Spring as quickly as possible."

Then, Zhang Ruochen called Zhao Shiqi and Xiao Hei over by transmitting voice.

"Zhao Shiqi, how many wild beasts have you conquered in total?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

"There are twenty of five, sixth-level high-level wild beasts, sixth-level medium-level wild beasts, and nine, sixth-level low-level wild beasts, a total of twenty of them," said Zhao Shiqi.

“So many.”

Zhang Ruochen was a little surprised, but soon he smiled again, thinking in his heart, "We must make good use of these beasts to maximize their value."

The combat power of the sixth-level wild beast is comparable to that of the semi-saint among human monks.

Twenty sixth-level wild beasts are equivalent to twenty semi-saint-level combat power.

"Leave all the wild beasts to Xiao Hei to control." Zhang Ruochen made such a decision.

Not long after, Xiao Hei took twenty sixth-level wild beasts and swung towards the cracks in the earth, and sneaked into the group of wild beasts.

This is a secret chess set up by Zhang Ruochen, where Xiao Hei and the wild beasts will seize the Holy Source Spirit Spring. As long as they succeed, Zhang Ruochen does not need to distribute the Holy Source Spirit Spring to the human monks in Wanhuayu and Yingsha City.

Who doesn’t want to be able to be taken by yourself?

After taking all the Holy Source Spirit Springs, Mingzong will be able to cultivate a large number of semi-saint-level powerful people in the future.

Of course, that was just Zhang Ruochen's first plan. If Xiao Hei failed to capture it, he could only use the second plan to cooperate with other human monks.

Half a day later, the earth, which is a radius of tens of thousands of miles, vibrated violently again, and a rumbling sound came out.

The large floor tiles began to move again.

The cracks dozens of miles away stretched in the east and west directions and became wider and wider.

"The Holy Source Spirit Spring is about to be born."

Zhang Ruochen immediately put away the Shenmu Picture of Qiankun, and then arranged a task for everyone: "Da Sikong, Er Sikong, and Sun Dadi, go with me to seize the Spirit Spring of the Holy Source. The rest of them immediately left here and went to the Sand River three thousand miles away to meet us."

Huang Yanchen's lips moved, and he wanted to speak but stopped. In the end, he did not make any rebuttal opinions. He took the other monks to leave the hidden formation and rushed towards the direction of the mud and sand river.

Not long after, Wanhuayu, Feng Wanli, Huoyuan Ancestor, and Jingyi Half Saint rushed over one after another, entered the hidden formation, and gathered with Zhang Ruochen and others.

The old ancestor Huo Yuan looked around with his old eyes and said with a smile: "The courage of His Son of God makes me admire him. He dares to stay so close to the barbarian beast. Are you not afraid of being noticed by creatures of the Beast King level?"

Zhang Ruochen seemed full of confidence and said, "If I dare to stay here, I will be sure that no beast can see my position."

"I'm afraid His Highness the Son of God has also collected a lot of holy source spiritual liquid?" Feng Wanli said.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at him, without a good look, and said, "How much Holy Source Spirit Liquid I have collected should have nothing to do with Senior Feng, right?"

The Feng family's camp was at a very distant location, and the spiritual energy of the Holy Source floating over was quite thin and it was impossible to collect spiritual liquid at all.

Feng Wanli was naturally quite jealous in his heart.

Feng Wanli stared at Sun Dadi, Dasikong, and Ersikong, feeling the three masters showing bad eyes, so he immediately closed his mouth and stopped competing with Zhang Ruochen.

"Boom."

The sound of hooves sounded, and a large piece of yellow sand and dust rolled up.

The wild beasts obviously knew that the Holy Source Spirit Spring was about to be born, so they rushed over in groups and gathered at the edge of the cracks on the earth.

In the sky, there were dense wild birds, fire golden crows, snow-capped blue eagles, and corpse-arch birds flying. Each one was very powerful, emitting amazing energy fluctuations.

They patrol at high altitudes, and once human monks appear, they will be killed as soon as possible.

"roar!"

The huge body of the Golden Armored Scorpion King crawled out of the desert, causing the entire world to shake violently. The loud roars in its mouth were like a demonstration, shocking the human monks who were about to move.

Everyone in the hidden formation, standing a hundred miles away, could feel the violent trembling of the internal organs. You can imagine how terrible the power fluctuations emitted by the Golden Armor Scorpion King were?

"The Golden Armored Scorpion King ranked 56th in the "Semi-Saint List" and is a very terrifying creature." Wanhuayu said.

Feng Wanli, Jingyi Half Saint, and Huoyuan Ancestor all turned pale.

With the cultivation of the three of them, fighting with the Golden Armored Scorpion King is probably a dead end.

"I'm afraid only the two eminent monks, Da Sikong and Er Sikong, can block the Golden Armored Scorpion King." said the half-saint of Jingyi.

A moment later, the deafening beast king roars came from the direction of the cracks on the earth.

The dense wild beasts are distributed in the area ahead, appearing vast and stunning, giving people a huge shock.

Faced with such a huge group of barbarian beasts, even the giants in the holy realm may have to escape immediately and dare not collide with them head-on.

Originally, everyone still had a glimmer of hope for seizing the Holy Source Spirit Spring. Seeing the scene in front of them, even with their cultivation, they felt powerless.

However, now it is an arrow that has to be on the string. Even if there is only one in ten thousand chance, we have to fight.

"Wow—"

Below the ground crack, a large number of seven-colored holy source spiritual energy surged out wildly.

The ground and the sky are completely connected by the seven-color streamer waterfalls, forming an extremely magical and mysterious scene, and the whole world is as if it is divided into two.

The human monks in Yingsha City rushed out of the city gate from four directions, and some rushed towards the cracks in the earth to compete for the Holy Source Spirit Spring.

Some human monks rushed into the depths of the desert, hoping to take this opportunity to escape the siege of the barbarian beast tribe.

"Just because you actually want to seize the Holy Source Spirit Spring?"

The Demon Dragon Swallowed Out and exhaled a black demonic aura from his mouth. Suddenly, a large number of screams sounded from the camp of the human cultivators.

Hundreds of human masters fell to the ground, and the corpse made a sound, turning into a pool of black pus and blood.

"The Demon Dragon of the Devouring Heaven, I am here to fight you."

A golden shuttle of light flew out of the crowd, condensed into a figure of Long Live Pond, rushed into the sky, and attacked the Demon Dragon of Devouring Heaven.

"A mere defeated general dares to challenge my majesty. Are you here to die?" The Demon Dragon of Devouring Heaven said in a deep voice.

"Add me, it should be enough?"

Beigong Lan's fingers led, and the green holy sword flew out of the sheath, carrying thousands of sword energy, hitting the head of the Demon Swallowing Heaven.

The two major realms took action at the same time and finally restrained the Demon Dragon of the Devouring Heaven.

However, the battle on the ground was still quite tragic, and the number of barbarian beasts had an overwhelming advantage, and no human monk could get close to the cracks on the earth.

Most of the wild beasts near the cracks in the earth rushed towards Yingsha City, hoping to take this opportunity to erase all the human monks.

"Now it's our turn to do it!"

A joyful expression appeared on Wanhuayu's face.

Feng Wanli took the lead in sending a signal to the monks of the Feng family.

After a moment, a black cloud floated over, completely covering the cracks in the earth, making the earth completely dark.

A gust of cold wind blew in the air, and the sound of evil ghosts cried out.

Balls of green ghost fire flew down from the clouds and fell into the group of barbarian beasts.

"Thorn."

A fourth-level wild beast, just as it was touched with the ghost fire, burned directly, and soon it became a ball of ashes.

Some wild beasts were also attacked by the undead ghost demon. Their bodies twitched violently and fell to the ground with a bang, losing their voice.

"The Feng family is actually proficient in the secret technique of raising ghosts. Could it be one of the ancient royal family of raising ghosts?" Zhang Ruochen stared at Feng Wanli, revealing a confused look.

The royal family of the ancient tribe of Guis also had the surname Feng.

"Woooo."

At this time, there were tens of thousands of undead ghosts flying over the barbarian beast tribe, using various attack methods.

Although their attack power can only kill fourth-level wild beasts, they cannot hurt higher-level wild beasts.
Chapter completed!