"No, this is..."

In Zhang Ruochen's mind, he recalled the serious look on Lord Jie's face when he handed the bead to him, and secretly hated himself for being careless!

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

The pink mist of light, which was both like air and light, instantly penetrated Zhang Ruochen's body, soaked into his flesh and blood, and penetrated into his soul.

There is no way to avoid it.

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

"No matter what I do, I am number one in refining medicine."

Zhang Ruochen was no longer too lazy to think about how to settle the score with the old guy. He clasped his hands together and shouted, "Demon Sound, control the Yin Escape Nine...formation...what are you doing..."

Moyin's warm and slender arms were hooked on Zhang Ruochen's body. His cheeks were rosy and seemed to ooze water.

Zhang Ruochen's heart skipped a beat, and he tried to stay rational. He looked at Chi Yao, Bai Qing'er, Luo Ji, Ji Fanxin, and Luo Ji in the formation. He saw that they were also immersed in pink light mist and were in a very bad state.

eccentric.

Chi Yao and Bai Qing'er had extremely high cultivation levels. They used their skills to refine the strange medicinal energy in their bodies, but they found that the divine energy in their meridians was getting thinner and thinner, slowly drying up, as if they were about to transform from gods into mortals.

Ji Fanxin clung to the spiritual platform with strong spiritual power, but was shocked to find that the divine heart was wrapped in pink light mist, and gradually he could no longer sense the spiritual power in his body.

Luo Ji and Luo Ji were covered in sweat and their eyes were blurred. They stood precariously in the void.

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

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

Although I felt a little uncomfortable, I didn't lose my mind.

As long as they take out the Mirror Stand from "The Picture of the Sixth Patriarch's Interpretation of Zen", it should be able to help them stay awake.

"Good boy, are you really capable? There is a Buddha relic protecting your body, so all evil can't invade it. Seal it for me!" The voice of Lord Jie came from nowhere.

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

"You old man, you have no bottom line? Wait and see? Are you in the first year of junior high school? I will be in the fifteenth year."

Zhang Ruochen felt that his cultivation was getting weaker and weaker? He couldn't suppress the swelling desire in his body, so he had to call out the Seven Star Emperor Palace? He waved his hand and threw it out.

A palace the size of a fist? Becoming huge and magnificent? Like a sacred palace sitting on the ground.

With his remaining spirit, Zhang Ruochen rolled up the magic sound, Chi Yao, Bai Qing'er, Luo Ji, Luo Ji, and Ji Fanxin and rushed into the palace gate.

"Activate the formation and defend the imperial palace."

Zhang Ruochen gave this order to Huang Tian, ​​who was lying snoring at the door of the Seven-Star Imperial Palace.

Huang Tian was awakened, turned around and saw that the door of the Seven Star Imperial Palace had been closed? He was confused for a long time before he remembered Zhang Ruochen's words? Then he opened the formations that guarded the palace.

…

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

The Qingshen outside the formation and the seven gods of the Rakshasa tribe are very sharp in intelligence. They vaguely sensed something and are ready to enter the formation to investigate.

"You guys, come over here!" an old voice sounded.

The gods looked for the sound and found a skinny old man sitting on the stone next to the formation.

Very weird!

There were all gods present, but no one knew when the old man came here.

Emperor Ji's eyes were solemn, he hid the formation diagram in his sleeve, and sent a message to the other six gods: "They are human gods, they cannot sense the level of cultivation."

"Stop sensing it! I was just lucky. I picked up a divine source and refined it before I stepped into the divine realm." Lord Jie let out a long sigh.

When Ximen Shenhou heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a joking smile: "It turns out he is just a false god."

"Yes, come here quickly."

Lord Jie was very friendly and said with a smile.

The expressions of the other six Rakshasa gods had already changed wildly, because the old man opposite could easily hear the voice transmission of Emperor Gao. Is this really just a false god?

Even if he is a false god, his mental power is absolutely terrifying.

Ximen Shenhou realized this later, but he still realized this after all. His eyes became cold and solemn, and he said: "It seems that the old man's spiritual power is very high, but I have reached the Great Perfection of the higher gods, so I have no fear of the world.

everything."

Emperor Fu said: "If our seven great gods join forces, even if the senior's spiritual power reaches the seventy-sixth level, or even the seventy-seventh level, I'm afraid he won't be able to get a good deal."

"What if it is the seventy-eighth level?" Lord Jie said.

The seven great Rakshasa gods on the opposite side all gasped.

A god with seventy-eight levels of spiritual power can already compete with a great god in the Taibai realm.

Emperor Ji was very courageous and said: "With such a close distance, we have an absolute advantage over martial arts gods. Even if the spiritual power of our seniors really reaches the seventy-eighth level, after all, they are just false gods. The physical body can withstand the blow of the higher gods.

?"

"What if it's the eightieth level?" Lord Jie asked again.

The faces of the Rakshasa gods changed again, and they were ready to activate their secret techniques and break out separately.

Emperor Na was speechless. When the gap was big enough, no matter how close or far, it was meaningless. He had even made the decision to sacrifice himself to buy time for the other six gods to escape.

Lord Jie said: "What if it is the eighty-fifth level? Don't be nervous, everyone, I just shouted casually, you won't really believe it, right?"

The seven gods of the Rakshasa tribe were all going crazy. They felt that the old man opposite was deliberately playing tricks on them. The characters with mental power reaching level 80 were all ancient gods who had been powerful in the world for hundreds of thousands of years. How could they be so casual?

Just one pops up?

Ximen Shenhou picked up the hatchet, and the evil energy surged out of his body. He strode over and said, "I think you are looking for death!"

Lord Jie pointed at him and said: "Lie down!"

"Bang!"

Ximen Shenhou stumbled and fell to the ground, creating a huge human-shaped pit.

Lord Jie stood up and walked over.

This time, no one doubted his cultivation. The Rakshasa gods retreated one after another, unable to even think of escaping.

There is no way, a superior god, the Great Perfection, will lie down when asked. Even if it is not an existence with eighty-fifth level of mental power, it is probably close to it.

In front of such a person, not to mention them, ordinary great gods can't even think of escaping.

Lord Jie dug Ximen Shenhou's head out of the mud, grabbed his chin, took out a black pill from the sole of his shoe, and forced him to take it.

"What did you feed Ximen Shenhou?" Emperor Ji asked in a deep voice.

Lord Jie looked up at them and said with a smile: "Don't worry, everyone has a share."

…

A bedroom in the Qixing Imperial Palace is splendid and magnificent, with calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls.

Brocade robes and blouses were scattered all over the floor. Close-fitting fur coats in white, cyan, lavender, and pink were like the colors of a painter spilling over their inkstones, magnificent and fragrant.

The white one is spotless. The cyan one is embroidered with white lotus.

The light purple one is woven with the feathers of divine birds. 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. However, no matter how wide the bed is, once there are seven figures lying on it, it will look crowded. The legs are pressed against the legs, the head is resting on the chest, the jade arms are intertwined, and the long hair is messy, making it difficult to distinguish.

Who is who.

Luo Ji woke up first, but his internal cultivation still hadn't recovered. His whole body felt like it was falling apart. He wanted to push himself up and stand up, but his legs felt like they were not his own, so soft that they were numb.

You can see that the blood stained a large area under his body red.

When she was feeling uncomfortable, she glanced over and saw countless beautiful white legs. She compared them carefully and couldn't help but feel slightly proud. She thought to herself: "My princess still has the longest legs!"

Looking at Chi Yao who was lying next to her, she looked at her exquisite face, flawless skin, and even her eyebrows seemed to have been carefully drawn with a magic pen. At this moment, she did not have any majesty of the queen, but instead looked like a

An eighteen or nine-year-old girl who has just had a wedding night.

Especially those rosy and perfect lips. Even though Luo Ji was a woman and she hated Chi Yao so much in her heart, she couldn't help but kiss her.

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

Luo Ji stretched out his five fingers and gestured in the air. The pride he had felt before was a little less. He seemed to be out of breath, so he reached down and grabbed his wrist. However, Chi Yao grabbed his wrist.

Chi Yao has woken up, her eyes are cold.

Luo Yi chuckled: "We already share the same bed, why do you still look at me like a villain, sister?"

Everyone on the bed woke up one after another.

Among the women present, Luo Ji was the most reserved and the most concerned about shame.

Luo Ji's long hair was disheveled, and the veil on her face had long since disappeared. She glanced at the other women on the bed, especially when she saw Luo Ji, and there was an undisguised hatred in her eyes. She didn't know whether it was pain or pain.

Feeling uncomfortable, I got out of bed and prepared to leave.

However, just after taking two steps, her legs weakened and she fell to the ground, causing Luo Ni on the bed to laugh and say things like she was useless.
To be continued...