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Chapter 662 Colorful Holy Spring

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    When the monks climb to the top of the first mountain, they can drink the holy water from the first holy spring.

    It is said that the seven holy springs in the ancient sacred mountain are the seven bloodlines of an ancient god. If a monk drinks the spring water, it will not only improve his cultivation, but also help him understand the holy way and the way of swordsmanship.

    Of course Zhang Ruochen wants to have a taste of the holy spring to see if it is really as magical as the legend says.

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

    Reaching the position of 6,000 meters, Zhang Ruochen clearly felt the power of "potential".  His brain was slightly dizzy and his eardrums began to swell and hurt.

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

    Reaching the position of 7,000 meters, Zhang Ruochen saw a disciple of the Sixth Transformation of Fish-Dragon in front of him.

    This person has clearly reached the limit of his body, his robes are soaked with sweat, and veins are appearing on his face, but he is still trying to persevere and forcefully climb up.

    "Boom!"

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

    The holy disciple screamed, his body was out of control, he flew out and fell down a bottomless cliff.

    When Zhang Ruochen saw this scene, he immediately mobilized the power of the Heart of Sword Intent. With a "shoo" sound, the blue sword on his back immediately flew out of its sheath, turning into a sword rainbow and rushing towards the bottom of the cliff.

    A moment later, the blue sword held up the holy disciple and flew up.

    Zhang Ruochen threw the holy disciple on the mountain road, took back the blue sword, and continued to walk upward.

    Not far ahead, a tall, thin man in blood-stained clothes turned his head and glanced at Zhang Ruochen.  Originally, he was ready to save people just now, but Zhang Ruochen took a step ahead.

    The tall and thin man looked quite vicissitudes of life. He must have been in his mid-thirties. He restrained the blood-red holy energy in his palm and said: "Under the suppression of the ancient sacred mountain, he can still use it."  When it comes to sword control, you are pretty good."

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

    Even though they were ten feet apart, Zhang Ruochen could smell the strong bloody smell emanating from the other party's body.

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

    Meeting an expert in the ancient sacred mountain was not a strange thing. What really surprised Zhang Ruochen was that the patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs of the tall, thin man were exactly the same as the patterns on his Taoist robe.

    In other words, the tall and thin man is also a disciple of the Changshengyuan.

    Zhang Ruochen asked: "Which spiritual mountain in Changshengyuan are you a disciple of?"

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

    His steps were slow but steady, and even though there was a "potential" impacting his will, he seemed exceptionally calm.

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

    What a weirdo!

    Zhang Ruochen shook his head, walked slowly and unhurriedly on the mountain road, and continued to the top of the mountain.

    The "power" of the first mountain was indeed very strong, but it still couldn't stop Zhang Ruochen. In less than an hour, he reached the top of the mountain.

    The tall and thin man climbed to the top of the mountain with Zhang Ruochen.  Then, without saying a word, he walked towards the first holy spring.

    At the foot of the ancient sacred mountain.

    Mu Jiji and Xun Hualiu were looking at the top of the mountain from beginning to end. When they saw Zhang Ruochen successfully climbed to the top of the first mountain, they jumped up with excitement.

    "Boss Lin Yue is really amazing. He climbed to the top of the first mountain for the first time in the ancient sacred mountain. This achievement is not bad at all even compared with Gai Hao. How great would it be if I were half as good as him?  "Xun Hua Liu said.

    Mu Jiji was also very excited, and said in a show-off manner with a few saintly disciples he knew around him: "Did you see that the man on the top of the first mountain is my boss, Lin Yue, isn't he awesome?"

    The eyesight of the disciples of the Holy Tradition is very amazing. If the true energy is injected into the eyes, they can clearly see every plant and tree hundreds of miles away.

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

    Just when Xun Hualiu and Mu Jiji showed off Lin Yue to everyone,??, smiled and said: "You and I are not the same."

    The tall and thin man stared at Zhang Ruochen deeply, said nothing, put away the green gourd, and headed straight for the second level of the mountain.

    After the tall and thin man left, Zhang Ruochen raised the corners of his mouth slightly. When using the gourd to collect the holy spring, he quietly injected his true energy into the space ring on his finger and used the space ring to collect the holy spring.

    "Wow!"

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

    Zhang Ruochen was worried about alarming the saints in the ancient sacred mountain and did not dare to charge too much.

    With about a cubic meter of holy spring installed, he immediately withdrew his true energy and closed the entrance to the space ring again.

    At the same time, he retracted his hand, took back the gourd filled with holy spring, put the lid on the gourd, hung it on his waist, and walked towards the second level of the mountain.

    In the space ring, one cubic meter of holy spring is already a thousand times that of the holy spring in the gourd. It is simply a huge wealth.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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