When a monk climbs to the top of the first mountain, he can swallow the holy water in the first holy spring.

It is said that the seven holy springs in the ancient god’s mountain are the seven bloodlines of an ancient god. The monk swallowed the spring water, which not only improved his cultivation, but also helped him to comprehend the holy and swordsmanship.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen wanted to taste the Holy Spring to see if it was really as magical as the legend.

The first mountain of the ancient sacred mountain is as high as nine thousand meters. If you want to climb from the mountainside to the top, you need to constantly fight against the invisible "momentum".

When he reached the six thousand meters, Zhang Ruochen obviously felt the power of "power". His brain was a little dizzy and his eardrums began to swell and pain.

Zhang Ruochen just mobilized his true energy and moved in his body, immediately dispelling the power of "power" and becoming relaxed and natural again.

Upon reaching a seven-kilometer position, Zhang Ruochen saw a disciple of the sixth transformation of the fish and dragon, who was moving slowly ahead.

This person had clearly reached the limit of his body, his robe was soaked with sweat, and blue veins appeared on his face, but he was still trying hard to persevere and forcibly climbing upwards.

"boom!"

The huge "power" hit him, shattering his eardrums and blood gushed out of his ears.

The Holy Disciple screamed, his body was out of control, and he flew backwards and fell down a bottomless cliff.

When Zhang Ruochen saw this scene, he immediately mobilized the power of the sword intent. With a "swish", the blue sword on his back flew out of the sheath and turned into a sword rainbow to rush down the cliff.

A moment later, the blue sword lifted the Holy Legend disciple and flew up.

Zhang Ruochen threw the Holy Legend disciple on the mountain road, took back the blue sword, and continued to walk upwards.

Not far ahead, a tall and thin man in blood turned around and looked at Zhang Ruochen. He was about to rescue him just now, but he was just taking the lead with Zhang Ruochen on his back.

The tall and thin man looked quite vicissitudes, and he looked like he was thirty-five or six years old. He restrained the blood-red holy energy in his palm and said, "Under the suppression of the 'power' of the ancient sacred mountain, he can still use sword-controlling techniques. Your strength is not bad."

Zhang Ruochen looked up and saw ten feet away, a man in a blood-red Taoist robe staring at him with a pair of cold and sharp eyes.

Ten feet apart, Zhang Ruochen could also smell the strong bloody smell emitted from the other person's body.

What surprised Zhang Ruochen the most was that with his eyesight, he could not see through this person's cultivation level. He could only roughly guess that the other party's cultivation level was at least the seventh change of fish and dragons, or even stronger.

It was not strange to meet a master in the ancient sacred mountain. What really surprised Zhang Ruochen was that the embroidered prints on the collar and cuffs of the tall and thin man were exactly the same as those on his Taoist robe.

In other words, the tall and thin man is also a disciple of the Holy Biography of the Changsheng Academy.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Which Lingshan are you a disciple in the Changsheng Academy?"

The tall and thin man had a cold face and did not answer Zhang Ruochen's words. He continued to walk towards the top of the mountain without saying a word.

His steps were slow, but quite steady, and even if there was "momentum" that impacted his will, he seemed particularly calm.

It was clearly him who took the initiative to talk to Zhang Ruochen, but when Zhang Ruochen wanted to communicate with him, he became extremely cold again.

What a weird guy!

Zhang Ruochen shook his head, walked on the mountain road without any rush, and continued to walk towards the top of the mountain.

The "power" of the first mountain is indeed very strong, but it is still difficult for Zhang Ruochen to reach the top of the mountain in less than an hour.

The tall and thin man climbed to the top of the mountain with Zhang Ruochen. Then, he said nothing and walked towards the first holy spring.

Under the ancient sacred mountain.

Mujiji and Xun Hualiu looked at the top of the mountain from beginning to end. When they saw Zhang Ruochen successfully climbing to the top of the first mountain, they jumped up excitedly.

"Boss Lin Yue is indeed amazing. The first time I entered the ancient sacred mountain, I climbed to the top of the first mountain. This achievement is not bad even compared to Gai Hao. How good would it be if I had half of his?" Xun Hualiu said.

Mujiji was also very excited and said to several Holy Tribe disciples around him, "Did you see that the person on the top of the first mountain is my boss, Lin Yue, isn't he amazing?"

The Holy Disciple's eyesight is amazing. If the true energy is used to inject it into your eyes, you can clearly see every grass and tree a hundred miles away.

It is naturally easy for them to see the people on the top of the mountain.

Just when Xun Hualiu and Mujiji showed off to everyone that Lin Yue was their boss, the Holy Disciples around him were all staring at the tall and thin man standing next to Lin Yue.

"That person...that person finally returned to the sect?"

"How could it be him?"

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Seeing that everyone ignored Boss Lin Yue and stared at another person, Mujiji was naturally very unhappy. He flattered his mouth and looked at the top of the mountain again, wanting to see what it was, which actually stole Boss Lin Yue's limelight.

His eyes fell on the tall and thin man.

It was a very strange figure. Mujiji claimed to be the master of the Liangyi Sect, but he could not recognize that person.

So Mujiji asked a slightly older Holy disciple beside him, and said, "Senior Brother Ji, what is that person? Why do you seem to be afraid of him with your cultivation?"

The older Holy Tribe disciple said, "At your age, of course, I have never seen him in the sect, but you must have heard his name. This person is the only cultivator who has successfully practiced the Blood Sword Sutra for ten thousand years, named Can Dong. Thirty years ago, he went to the battlefield in the Ruins to train and never returned to the sect. Almost no young disciple has seen his true appearance."

"Blood Sword, Silkworm Dong."

Mu Jiji and Xun Hualiu were both shocked and changed their faces.

None of them expected to meet the legendary fierce man.

Not to mention Mu Jiji and Xun Hualiu, the Holy Disciples present were all excited when they learned that Can Dong was breaking into the ancient sacred mountain.

"I originally thought that today would be Qin Yufan, Xu Changsheng, and Qi Feiyu's dragon and tiger battle, but I didn't expect that Can Dong would join in, and there will be a good show now!"

"Qin Yufan and Qi Feiyu should be able to climb to the top of the second mountain, and Xu Changsheng and Can Dong are probably stopping on the hillside of the second mountain."

"The sect once made statistics. In the Yulong Realm, 99% of the Holy Disciples who can climb the second level of mountain later became semi-saints, and 30% became saints. Whoever can climb the second level of mountain is equivalent to being able to become semi-saints, and even saints have great hope."

All the Holy Disciples present were discussing Qin Yufan, Qi Feiyu, Xu Changsheng, and Jian Dong. What was incredible is that all four of them were the eighth transformation of the fish and dragon.

Under the light of the four of them, no one paid attention to Lin Yue who climbed the first mountain.

After all, in the eyes of everyone, Lin Yue is just a new Holy disciple. In terms of cultivation or fame, he is completely different from the previous four.

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The first holy spring flows down from the top of the second mountain, passes through the green stones, turns into a stream, and flows down the mountain. However, before the holy water reaches the mountainside, it is completely soaked into the soil and disappears.

In other words, only by climbing to the top of the first mountain can you drink the holy water in the holy spring.

The holy water in the stream appears colorful colors and emits a faint fragrance. Because of the irrigation of the holy spring, countless rare spiritual medicines grow next to the stream, from a thousand years to a thousand years of age.

Every spiritual medicine can be sold at a considerable price.

Every Holy Disciple can only swallow the holy water in the holy spring when you reach the top of the mountain for the first time. If you reach the top of the mountain for the second time and want to get close to the holy spring, you will be immediately bounced out by the formation beside the holy spring.

The tall and thin man walked into a Taoist temple, took off a green gourd on the divine platform, walked to the holy spring, and pretended to have a holy spring.

Zhang Ruochen also entered the Taoist temple, took out a palm-sized gourd, and prepared to install the Holy Spring.

The tall and thin man glanced at Zhang Ruochen and said, "You have good talents. Why don't you swallow the Holy Spring here to improve your cultivation, but instead take the Holy Spring away?"

"Why didn't you swallow the Holy Spring here to improve your cultivation, but instead take the Holy Spring away?" Zhang Ruochen asked back.

The rules of the ancient sacred mountain, as long as the Holy disciples can withstand the body and drink as much holy spring as they can drink.

However, if the Holy Legend disciple does not practice by the Holy Spring and wants to take the Holy Spring out, he can only install a small gourd.

Therefore, almost all the Holy Disciples with strong physiques will choose to practice beside the Holy Spring and use the Holy Spring to break through the realm. In this way, the holy spring they drink is most of the holy spring that is packed with a small gourd.

The tall and thin man stood up again, looked at the gourd in his hand, and said expressionlessly: "I am different from you."

Zhang Ruochen squatted down, put the green gourd into the holy spring, smiled and said, "I am not very different from you."

The tall and thin man stared at Zhang Ruochen deeply, said no more, put away the green gourd, and went straight to the second mountain.

After the tall and thin man left, Zhang Ruochen's mouth slightly raised. When using a gourd to collect the Holy Spring, he quietly injected his true energy into the space ring worn on his fingers, and used the space ring to collect the Holy Spring.

"Wow!"

The seven-colored holy spring immediately rushed into the space ring, forming a small vortex on the water surface.

Zhang Ruochen was worried that the saints in the ancient sacred mountain would not dare to charge too much.

After probably a cubic cube of holy spring, he immediately took back his true energy and closed the entrance of the space ring again.

At the same time, he withdrew his hand, took back the gourd filled with holy springs, covered it with the gourd lid, hung it around his waist, and headed towards the second mountain.
Chapter completed!