"No, this is..."

In Zhang Ruochen's mind, he recalled the serious look when the Venerable Tribulation handed him this bead, and secretly hated that he was careless!

The more serious that guy is, the more careful he should be.

The pink light mist, either like qi or light, instantly penetrates the body, rushes into Zhang Ruochen's body, soaks in flesh and blood, and penetrates into the soul.

There is no way to avoid it.

The light mist contains extraordinary mysterious power. The blood in Zhang Ruochen's body boils, and the seven emotions and six vulgarities are infinitely amplified, as if there is a mass of divine fire burning under his belly.

"Nothing can do anything, it's the first place in medicine."

Zhang Ruochen was too lazy to think about how to settle the score with the old guy. He clasped his hands together, and his body was full of Buddha light, and shouted: "Demon sound, control Yindun Jiu... Formation... What are you doing..."

Mo Yin's warm and slender arms were hooked on Zhang Ruochen's body, and his blushing was as if he could seep out of water.

Zhang Ruochen's heart jumped violently, trying to stay rational, looking at Chi Yao, Bai Qing'er, Luo Yi, Ji Fanxin and Luo Ji in the formation. They were also immersed in their bodies by pink light mist, and their condition was very strange.

Chi Yao and Bai Qing'er have extremely high cultivation levels. They use their skills to refine the strange medicine in their bodies with all their strength, but find that the spirit in the meridians is getting thinner and thinner, slowly drying out, as if they are going to transform from a god into a mortal.

Ji Fanxin held the spiritual platform with strong mental power, but was shocked to find that his spiritual heart was wrapped in pink light mist, and gradually he could not sense the mental power in his body.

Luo Ji and Luo Yi were sweating all over their bodies, their eyes were blurred? Standing in the void, shaking.

"Damn it! How could there be such a terrible medicine in the world?"

Zhang Ruochen was not afraid. He refined the Buddha's relics, which was enough to protect himself and keep his consciousness clear.

Although it is a little uncomfortable, it will not lose its mind.

Just take out the mirror table from the "Sixth Patriarch's Interpretation of Zen Picture"? It should help them stay awake.

"Good boy, are you very capable?     There is actually a Buddha's relics to protect his body, and all evil will not invade me. Seal me!" The voice of Venerable Jie?         I don't know where it came from.

The golden light on Zhang Ruochen's body became dimmer and dimmed, and finally disappeared completely.

"I'm old, are you so unlucky? Wait and see? Are you doing the first day of the lunar calendar? I'll do the fifteenth."

Zhang Ruochen felt that his cultivation was getting weaker and weaker? He could not suppress the desire to expand in his body, so he had to summon the Seven Star Imperial Palace? He waved his hand and threw it out.

The fist-sized palace has become huge and magnificent? Like a sacred palace located on the ground.

Zhang Ruochen rushed into the palace gate with his only remaining spirit.

"Open the formation and guard the imperial palace."

Zhang Ruochen gave such an order to Huang Tian who was lying at the gate of the Seven Star Imperial Palace.

Huang Tian was awakened and turned to look, and found that the palace gate of the Seven Star Imperial Palace had been closed. After a long time of confusion, he remembered Zhang Ruochen's words. Then, he opened the formations that guarded the palace.

...

The Yin Escape Nine Formation did not stop operating, locking the pink light fog in the formation.

The Qingshen outside the formation and the seven gods of the Rakshasa clan were very keen in spirit and vaguely sensed something and was ready to enter the formation to investigate.

"Come here, here!" Cang Lao's voice sounded.

The gods looked at each other and found a skinny old man sitting on the stone next to the formation.

Very weird!

All the gods present, but none of them knew when the old man came here.

Emperor Shi looked solemn, hid the array map in his sleeve, and sent a voice to the other six gods: "It is a human god, and he cannot sense the level of cultivation."

"Don't sense it! I'm just lucky. I picked up a divine source and refined it before entering the divine realm." The Venerable Tribulation sighed.

When Ximen Shenhou heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled jokingly: "It turns out that it's just a false god."

"Yes, come here quickly."

Venerable Jie was very friendly and said with a smile.

The other six Rakshasa gods had already changed their faces because the old man opposite could easily hear the voice transmission from Emperor Shi. Is this really just a false god?

Even if it is a pseudo-god, its mental power is absolutely terrifying.

The Shenhou of Ximen realized it later, but he realized this in the end, his eyes became cold and solemn, and he said, "It seems that the old senior has a high spiritual power, but this marquis has reached the great perfection of the superior god, and he is not afraid of everything in the world."

Emperor Shi said: "If our seven gods join forces, even if the seniors reach the seventy-sixth level or even the seventy-seventh level, they will probably not be able to get it."

"What if it is level 78?" said Venerable Jie.

The seven gods of the Rakshasa tribe opposite were all gasping for a cold air.

The gods with level 78 of mental power can already fight against the great god of Taibai Realm.

Emperor Shi was very brave and said, "At such a close distance, there is an absolute advantage over the martial arts gods. Even though the senior's mental power really reached the seventy-eighth level, it is just a false god after all. Can the body withstand the attack of the superior god?"

"What if it is level 80?" said Venerable Jie again.

The faces of the gods of the Rakshasa tribe changed again, and they were ready to activate the secret technique and break through separately.

Emperor Li couldn't speak. When the gap was big enough, it was meaningless whether it was close or long. He even made the decision to sacrifice himself and win time for the other six gods to escape.

Venerable Jie said, "What if it is level 85? Don't be nervous, I just shouted casually, you won't really believe it, right?"

The seven gods of the Rakshasa tribe were all crazy, thinking that the old man on the other side was deliberately playing tricks on them. The people who reached the eighty level of mental power were all ancient gods that had been intimidating for hundreds of thousands of years. How could one of them appear casually?

Ximen Shenhou raised the hatchet, his evil spirit surged out of his body, and he walked over with great strides, saying, "I think you are looking for death!"

The lord pointed at him and said, "Lying down!"

"Bang!"

Ximen Shenhou fell down, fell to the ground, and smashed a human-shaped pit.

The lord of the robber stood up and walked over.

This time, no one doubted his cultivation, and the gods of the Rakshasa clan retreated one after another, and even could not even have the idea of ​​escaping.

There is no way, a high-level god, who is the Great Perfection, shouts to lie down and lie down. Even if it is not an eighty-fifth-level mental power, it is probably almost the same.

In front of such characters, no ordinary god can escape, let alone them.

The Venerable Jie dug out the head of Ximen Shenhou from the mud, grabbed his chin, took out a black pill from the soles of his shoes, and forced him to take it.

"What did you eat for Ximen Shenhou?" Emperor Shi said in a deep voice.

The Venerable Jie looked up at them and smiled and said, "Don't be anxious, everyone has their share."

...

A bedroom in the Seven Star Imperial Palace is magnificent and has wall-mounted calligraphy and paintings.

The brocade clothes were thrown all over the ground, white, blue, lilac, and pink close-fitting clothes, like the painter's color ink inkstone, which was magnificent and erotic.

White, spotless, and blue, embroidered with white spiritual lotus.

The lilac is woven with magic bird down feathers. The pink one is hung on the blue lampshade next to the bed, reflecting a strange light purple color.

The bed is made of sacred wood and is very wide, but no matter how wide the bed is, once seven figures are lying on it, it will appear crowded. The legs are pressed against the legs, the head is resting on the chest, the jade arms are tangled, and the long hair is messy, so it is impossible to tell who is who.

Luo Yi woke up first, but his cultivation still had not recovered. His whole body felt as if it had fallen apart. He wanted to support his body and stand up, but he felt that his legs seemed to be not his own, so soft that it was numb.

You can see that a large area of ​​blood stained red under your body.

When she was feeling uncomfortable, she glanced at her and saw countless white beautiful legs. After carefully comparing them, she couldn't help but feel a little proud, and said in her heart: "I have the longest legs!"

Looking at Chi Yao lying beside her, she looked at her exquisite face, her shattered skin, and even her eyebrows were carefully depicted like magic pens. At this moment, she did not have a trace of queen's majesty, but instead looked like an eighteen-nine-year-old girl who had just had a wedding night.

Especially with the rosy and perfect lips, even though Luo Yi was a woman, she hated Chi Yao so much that she couldn't help but come up and kiss her.

Looking down from Chi Yao's face along her snow-white neck.

Luo Yi stretched out his five fingers to gesture across the air. The pride in his heart was even less. He seemed to be angry and reached out and grabbed it down. However, Chi Yao grabbed his wrist.

Chi Yao had already woken up, her eyes were cold.

Luo Qi smiled: "We have already pillowed with the same bed, why do my sister look at this princess with the look of the evil people?"

The people on the bed woke up one after another.

The women present were the most reserved and concerned about shame.

Luo Ji's long hair was loose, and the veil on her face had long disappeared. She looked at the other woman on the bed, especially after seeing Luo Yi, a hatred appeared in her eyes that was not hidden. She didn't know whether it was pain or discomfort, so she got out of bed and prepared to leave.

However, just two steps, her legs became weak and she fell to the ground, causing a burst of laughter from Luo Yi on the bed, and she was saying things like her useless.

Moyin also laughed.

After years of war, Tianchu civilization and the Hell Realm have already formed a deep blood hatred. Luo Ji naturally has no favoritism for Luo Yi, but at this moment he can only sit on the ground, causing the enemy to laugh at it.

She secretly hated that she was not good at doing well, and tears flashed in her eyes.

Chi Yao and Bai Qing'er have a high level of cultivation and strong physique. They have recovered some strength. They walked out of bed, sat cross-legged, and used their skills. I wonder if they are going to fight another battle after recovery? Or join forces to settle the score with Zhang Ruochen?

After all, the medicine was given by Zhang Ruochen.

This kind of despicable method is really too much to use on them.

Ji Fanxin has woken up, and his eyes, which are extremely lively, have a strong confusion at this moment. Where am I? What am I doing? Why is this happening again?
To be continued...