Zhongying Wang Dao: "If you kill people on the territory of the Qingtian tribe, how can you let them escape so easily? You can go there yourself, be sure to intercept them, and you cannot let the tiger go back to the mountain."

"According to the information transmitted, their cultivation is not very strong. Why do you need the disciples to take action personally and just send a Knight of Death to destroy them?" Zhu Qingyi's eyebrows were placed on the side of her eyebrows, emitting a faint light, making her look even more evil.

Zhongying Wang Dao: "Killing them is just one of the smaller tasks. What you really need to do on this trip is to go to Hongchuan Mansion and invite a saint of alchemy to the Qingtian Tribe."

"A saint of alchemy."

Zhu Qingyi's expression became quite serious and she had to face it.

The alchemy saint can refine holy pills, possess the means of "life and death, living bones", and obtain a alchemy saint, and the strength of the entire Qingtian tribe will be improved by a little bit.

In the Northern Region, there are only two saints of alchemy, each of which is able to become a guest of Lord Blood Emperor. How can such a person be treated uncautiously?

King Zhongying's fingers bounced, and a white letter flew out from between his fingers, saying, "The letter records the information of the alchemy master, you have to rush over as soon as possible. It is said that several other tribes have also sent strong men to ask this person, so they must not be taken first."

The top ten tribes are both mutual cooperation and competitive relationships.

Zhu Qingyi grabbed the letter, pursed her lips and smiled. Her eyes were slightly raised. Such beautiful eyes showed a murderous intent and said, "Since you are going to Hongchuan Mansion, then the disciples will kill the three human saints."

"Wow—"

Immediately, Zhu Qingyi turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared into the palace out of thin air.

It is a long distance from Ningfeng Mansion to Hongchuan Mansion, two million miles apart. Even if an ordinary person walks for a lifetime, he will not be able to cross it.

There is actually a space wormhole connection between the two mansions, and it will be reached in an instant. However, there are heavy troops from the Immortal Blood Clan guarding the entrance of the wormhole, so it is impossible to borrow the passage. Zhang Ruochen and the other two could only choose to fly to Hongchuan Mansion.

On the way, Huang Yanchen killed an undead blood clan commander and seized his chariot.

The chariot is pulled by two top-level sixth-level beasts. It can drive on 6 grounds and soar in the sky. Moreover, it is as fast as a saint in the lower realm, and can cross hundreds of thousands of miles of territory every day.

Zhang Ruochen sat in a chariot, closed his eyes and meditated, searching for memories in his mind.

Eight hundred years ago, he had read the "Mental Power Code" of the Central Empire of the Holy Ming Dynasty and saw many advanced thunder spells, ready to choose one or two to practice and enhance his own strength.

Only using low-level spells can't wield the true strength of the saint of mental power. Just like he fought with the Four-Winged Blood Saint, he fought dozens of low-level spells, but he did not kill him.

Spells are divided into ten levels.

Zhang Ruochen has only cultivated a few low-level spells now. The most powerful move, "Thunder and Fire Vortex", is only a third-level spell, which is far from comparable to a ten-level spell.

Above the level ten spells, there are even more powerful mental tricks, called holy techniques.

Only the spiritual strength of the saint's spiritual power can successfully practice the holy law. Each saint move has earth-shaking power, which can flatten a mountain, burn a sea area, and destroy a giant city.

The holy law is divided into ten levels. Even if it is only a first-level holy law, it is quite difficult to practice and requires a lot of time to comprehend.

"Level 1 Holy Law, Thor's Hammer."

Zhang Ruochen read a sentence in his mouth, and then dense words appeared in his mind.

Theoretically, a spell requires a whole book to record. Only by understanding this book can you successfully practice spells.

A holy law requires a room of books to explain and explain. Only by understanding all the books in a room can one successfully practice a holy law.

The content and interpretation of Thunder Hammer has been recorded in Zhang Ruochen's mind for a long time, but when he comprehended it, it was another matter. After just meditating for a while, he felt a little dizzy and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Zhang Ruochen did not give up and used his powerful mental power to study one by one in the sea of ​​consciousness, overcoming one difficulty after another.

You should know that with Zhang Ruochen's current mental strength, it only takes one breath to record all the contents of a book and understand the meaning of those contents.

However, it took him two days to sort out all the contents of Thunder Hammer, and only understood 50% or 60% of the true meaning.

"continue."

Zhang Ruochen really wants to strengthen his own strength and must practice into a holy method as soon as possible.

As long as you master a holy method, even if you encounter a saint in Xuanhuang Realm, Zhang Ruochen will have a great chance of winning.

The saints of Xuanhuang Realm are already quite powerful among the creatures in the holy realm.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen spent another day and night to comprehend the content of Thunder Hammer for a second time, and understood 70% to 80% of the true meaning.

After three days of sleepless practice, Zhang Ruochen's current physical condition naturally couldn't bear it and had to stop and rest.

When his state recovered a little, Zhang Ruochen came outside the chariot and tried to cast this holy method.

His hands formed a hand seal, and then the spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered towards him and turned into purple thunder and lightning, intertwined.

The whole sky darkened, black clouds rolled, and a huge aura was fostered in the clouds.

The creatures within a radius of hundreds of miles looked at the terrifying vision in the sky and felt the astonishing pressure, and were all terrified.

However, the Thunder Hammer did not condense. The lightning gradually dispersed, disappeared without a trace, and the sky returned to clear.

Failed to use.

Zhang Ruochen was not discouraged, but just shook his head and smiled slightly, and began to perform for the second time.

The second time, it was already a failure.

The third time, failure.

...

After failing for more than twenty times in a row, Zhang Ruochen felt a little exhausted and stopped. While restoring his mental power, he was also thinking carefully about the reasons for the failure.

From beginning to end, Huang Yanchen remained quiet, without saying a word, just staring at Zhang Ruochen quietly.

Qing Mo quietly sent a message and said, "Prince, Mr. Zhang seems to be in trouble. Without the guidance of the older generation of spiritual saints, it is impossible for him to successfully practice a holy method."

Mental power monks and teachers.

Teachers not only teach how to practice spiritual power, but also teach them how to practice magic and holy methods.

Some techniques and details in practice are not recorded in books at all. Just by meditating on one's own, you will take many detours. Not to mention a few days, even if it takes several months or even years, you may not be able to successfully practice a holy method.

Huang Yanchen said: "Zhang Ruochen is not an ordinary person. Since embarking on the road of cultivation, almost no teacher has taught him, and he is all learning by himself. After all, no one can teach him. From this we can see that his understanding is not comparable to ordinary people. A holy method will definitely not be difficult for him."

Qing Mo always felt that the princess had a blind confidence in Zhang Ruochen. Is it because she loved someone, that she believed that he could do everything?

"I understand that only when the spiritual power and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth can one perform the holy Dharma."

Zhang Ruochen's mouth curled up slightly, showed a smile, then stood up and formed a seal again.

"Chichi."

The appearance of the spiritual power of the holy image is a human form, condensed from lightning, emitting dazzling light, causing the dark night sky to reflect a layer of purple light.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth continues to gather towards the spiritual power holy image, condensing a electric hammer.

Qing Mo stared at the huge thunder figure standing behind Zhang Ruochen in amazement. It was like a Thunder God holding an electric hammer, and the aura emitted was quite powerful.

Qing Mo stuck out his tongue, and had to accept it. He said to himself: "It's so amazing. It took only three days to learn a holy method."

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen seemed to have noticed something, glanced at the direction behind him, and then knocked out the Thunder God's hammer and hit a mountain sixty miles away.

A Knight of Death in the Ten Saints Blood Armor stood on the top of the mountain and saw the electric hammer falling from the sky, and quickly raised a shield with a skull cast.

Immediately, a huge blood-red skull flew out of the shield and collided with the Thor's Hammer.

"Rumbling."

The mountain, more than 2,000 meters high, collapsed downwards and soon turned into flat ground. Even some rocks melted into magma. On the surface of the magma, there were still thunder and lightning patterns flowing.

The Knight of Death did not fall down, and still stood up, holding a shield.

"Bang!"

The shield in his hand was broken and turned into pieces of iron.

The Knight of Death coughed out blood, suffered some injuries, and quickly retreated backwards, gathered with another Knight of Death, and stood side by side.

"Is it possible that the Temple of Immortality sent the Knight of Death to chase him?"

Huang Yanchen and Qing Mo immediately activate the holy energy and enter a state of combat.

Behind the two death knights, a woman wearing a black veil walked out. Her figure was concave and soft, and her eyes contained evil power. She said softly: "Before I came here, I underestimated you. With the attack power you just exploded, my mental power may have reached the fifty-second level, right?"

"Are you a human or an immortal blood clan?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

The woman had no blood wings on her back, so Zhang Ruochen asked this.

She smiled slightly: "My body contains half of the blood of the Immortal Blood Clan and half of the human blood. I forgot to tell you that my name is Zhu Qingyi, who is the direct disciple of the King of Zhongying."

"The disciple of the King of Zhongying."

A cool look appeared in Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

It's really a narrow road for enemies.

Zhu Qingyi said: "Your mental power is pretty good, you are a talent. Tell me, your name and origin may not necessarily be a way to live in front of you."
Chapter completed!