The merit value can be traded by sending exclusive red envelopes, which is something that the public has never expected in the past.

Since they could trade, everyone stopped hesitating and traded with Zhao Ling'er, dividing all the immortal grass she stolen from the red envelope and the monster meat she had stolen from the red envelope.

After robbing the red envelope from Renzu and having free cultivation resources, everyone quickly cleaned up the Extreme Devouring Beast in the canyon and returned to the City of Hope in an armored vehicle.

After returning to their temporary residences, they couldn't wait to take the fairy grass, and the monster meat began to retreat, trying to break through to a higher level.

Zhao Linger's residence.

A slim figure sat cross-legged on the kang, his eyes as if closed and opened, and his whole body fell to sit down, and his breath was as ethereal as a fairy, as if he was about to fly away in the sky the next moment.

“View personal information!”

After calming down, Zhao Ling'er looked at the chat group, clicked on her own avatar, and then clicked on her personal information.

A box popped up, and lines of handwriting appeared in front of her.

Group members: Descendants of Nuwa (Zhao Ling'er)

Race: Acquired human race (Nuwa bloodline)

Location: World of Fairy Sword

Identity: Nuwa descendants

Strength: Sixth-level Golden Elixir Realm

Merit value: 9827 points (hidden, visible only to yourself)

"Exchange one Sanyang Snow Spirit Fruit and open up another cube of portable space!"

After taking a casual look, Zhao Linger opened her red lips lightly and said.

"bite!"

On the light curtain of the chat group, the merit value of her personal information column instantly decreased by 6,000 points, leaving only 3,827 points.

Open up 1 cubic cube of portable space, with merit value -5000 points.

Exchange for a Three Yang Snow Spirit Fruit, the merit value is -1000 points.

At the same time, Zhao Ling'er felt a tingling pain in her eyebrows, and an inexplicable energy forced a space in her Niwan Palace.

A small portable space with a length, height and width of 1 meter appeared. The next moment, a snow-white fruit appeared in the space.

As she thought, a snow-white fruit as big as a winter date appeared in her hand, and a pleasant fragrance lingered in her nose.

Three Yang Snow Spirit Fruit: Human-level top grade; blooming for a hundred years, fruiting for a hundred years, you can get 108 pieces each time; the fourth-level Tongxuan realm and below will inevitably explode and die; it is suitable for fifth-level and sixth-level monks to subdue it, which can increase the cultivation level for a thousand years; it is invalid for seventh-level Yang Shen realm monks; it requires 1,000 merit points.

Zhao Ling'er opened her cherry mouth and put the spirit fruit into her mouth. She lightly opened her teeth and bit her skin. In an instant, the spirit fruit turned into a huge stream of energy and flowed into her abdomen.

“Um…”

The huge spiritual power caught Zhao Ling'er off guard. She groaned, quickly calmed down, and started practicing the "Immortal Art of Creation" and began to practice.

At the same time, Zhao Ling'er, Ying Zheng, Zhang Sanfeng, Huang Rong and Mark, who are also chat members, all took the fairy grass or monster meat.

Time passes, and seven days passes.

In the City of Hope, the people of the past and now are working hard, planting, reclamation, carrying water and carrying water... they all do their own things.

Although they were sweaty, people had happy smiles on their faces, which they had never appeared before when they were on the lighthouse.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the sky, and the originally clear sky suddenly turned dark clouds to cover the sky, and there was a thunder and a strong wind whistling.

The heavy rain poured, and countless crying and howlings came, as if the heaven and earth were shaking and the ghosts were crying and howling.

At the same time, an unspeakable aura came somewhere in the City of Hope and gradually spread to a thousand miles, so dull that it was breathless.

It seemed as if some ancient demon had woken up, but it seemed like the sky had trampled down. Everyone was worried and speechless.

Feeling such a change, the group members quickly came from the room to the street and gathered together.

"It's Miss Zhao, it must be her who has broken through the seventh level!"

Ying Zheng's face became extremely solemn and he said firmly.

"The seventh level is also known as the realm of Yang God. The Yin God in the body transforms into Yang God. You can travel in the sun without fear of the sunlight. Even if the body is damaged, you can take over the body and be reborn. You live for two thousand years, which is terrifying!"

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and talked about the description of the seventh-level Yang Shen Realm in "Huanyuan Jinzhang".

"I thought that breaking through to the fourth level Tongxuan realm would shorten the gap with Sister Zhao, but I never thought that she had left us far behind, which was really desperate!"

After the breakthrough, Huang Rong was not excited at all.

In fact, it was not just her, but even the other three.

After seven days of retreat, with fairy grass and monsters helping each other, the four members made great progress.

The four people made great progress, Ying Zheng and Mark all broke through to the third-level master realm, Huang Rong and Zhang Sanfeng broke through to the fourth-level Tongxuan realm.

Before they could be happy, they found that the city exuded a powerful aura, and it looked like the direction was Zhao Linger's residence.

What a desperate fact!

Of course, Mark spent thousands of merit points to exchange for a bunch of cultivation resources to help the members of the city defense force under his command practice, which was nothing.

In Zhao Ling'er's room.

"boom!"

It seemed as if it had broken a shackle, an invisible wave radiated around her as the center point, like a storm of waves, and like a turning point in the sky, even the dark clouds in the sky were dispersed.

A hazy shadow suddenly appeared and fell into the room, gradually condensed into a figure, and finally it was exactly the same as Zhao Linger sitting cross-legged on the kang.

The figure jumped up and flew up to the sky easily. What was particularly surprising was that the roof did not stop her at all.

This is Zhao Linger's Yang Shen.

Just after Zhao Linger broke through the Yang God, the world changed color, and ghosts cried and howled, as if the world of the spiritual cage was terrified and trembling!

Zhao Ling'er's Yang Shenfei flew in the sky, quickly circled around the earth, and then flew out of the earth, turning into a ray of light, breaking through the speed of light, and quickly reaching the source of the mutation - m47 star.

She saw the drop of blood.

The golden middle ginseng is mixed with a pure black light, and the fragrance radiates thousands of miles, exuding an attractive aura.

Around it, countless dead bones have accumulated into mountains, and it has obviously absorbed its vitality and contributed its nutrients.

This planet is about to collapse.

Zhao Ling'er sensed that a sense of consciousness was born in her blood, as if she was about to be born for ten months.

"Is this the source of the change in Mark's world?"

Zhao Ling'er was floating above the planet m47 and dared not get close to her. She was afraid that she would become the nutrient for that drop of blood.

"Human ancestor, how should I deal with such a strange existence?"

She murmured to herself.

Just as Zhao Linger was thinking about her response, the drop of blood on the planet seemed to sense something, and she was so excited that she shone brightly.

The golden light spread all over the sky to every corner of the m47 planet. Soon, a ray of light sensed Zhao Ling'er above the planet, and it became even more excited.
Chapter completed!