In the Dantian world, the recovery of various spiritual roots did not reach the direct increase of Zhou Hao's cultivation. Instead, because of the foundation, the pure spiritual power, which was originally as vast as a sea of ​​smoke, only formed nine spiritual springs on the earth after a series of consumption, refining, and repairing the deficit of his own spiritual roots. These nine spiritual springs correspond to seven spiritual roots, each with one spiritual root. The remaining two are very mysterious, and it is unknown what Zhou Hao is used to.

Although the meridians, acupoints, and 36,000 pores in the body are constantly swallowing and absorbing the spiritual power in the air and constantly refining and replenishing it, the spiritual power and intake refined are almost 10,000 to 1.

Therefore, even after half a day of recovery, the spiritual power that can be mobilized is less than one percent, which leads to Zhou Hao immediately exerting all his energy into his soul after he goes to the arena to prevent others from taking advantage of it.

Therefore, Chu Jian wanted to control the home court with his own superpowers, but he did useless efforts, but instead revealed his essence under the reflection of Zhou Hao's soul.

"Fellow Daoist Yun invited me. Chu Jian is in Xiayuheng City. This time he was forced to go on stage. I hope that fellow Taoist will forgive him if he offended him." Chu Jian, a child who lived in a wilderness when he was young, fed with wild beasts and monsters, and used the sky as a quilt as a bed with the ground. He had a beast-like intuition about danger.

The moment he appeared on stage, his originally casual thoughts disappeared immediately. In his eyes, Yun (Zhou Hao) was like a vicious monster that could hurt people. Not to mention anything else, he could provide himself with the wood charming heart that could perceive in the mountains and fields. When he approached Yun (Zhou Hao), the invisible tentacles stretched like vines, and were like lightning strikes, instantly making a retracted and stirring defense change.

Therefore, after taking a small step, Chu Jian immediately stopped and started chatting with Zhou Hao. For him, the best method was to use the power of the soul, which saves time and effort, but at this moment he had to change his strategy.

Just because of intuition, Chu Jian did not take risks easily. Such talent and alertness were definitely very high. Zhou Hao was a little confused by the other party. He was forced to use his soul to protect himself. What was the reason for the other party? Although he also noticed the abnormal soul, he did not understand at the first time that there would be a monk who could open up the purple palace space in the foundation building stage, just like himself.

The other party was polite, and Zhou Hao had to reply, so he replied: "Fellow Daoist Chu invited me. My surname is Yun, and my name is Lei. I can't say I offend him. I just compete for opportunities. If a fellow Taoist wins, it is your ability. If you lose, it is just that you lack your cultivation and you will not have the opportunity."

"Hahaha! Fellow Taoist can see clearly, but fellow Taoist can't know that Chu took the stage this time, but he can only win but not lose..." Before Chu Jian finished speaking, a fog of clouds and mist was shrouded in the ring dozens of feet in radius, and green was everywhere.

Zhou Hao's expression suddenly stood there, and he was not good at all, but it was too late. The scene in front of him suddenly changed drastically, as if he was in a dense jungle in an instant, as if he was in the air with a slight fragrance of plants and trees.

When Chu Jian started his words, he seemed to be unintentional but actually intentional. His casually floating sleeves, with a thin and weak cow hair, flew towards the ring under the shield of Zhou Hao's soul that he could not see. On the surface, it seemed that just a few traces of dust were flying in the wind. With intentional calculations, Chu Jian's move was a victory.

If you look closely at these fine gray dust, you will find that there is nothing dust. It is actually a seed that is only the thickness of the needle tip and is a bit shorter than the length of the hair. And the number is almost uncountable. Chu Jian's casual scattered almost 100,000 seeds. Except for the three-foot land protected by the power of the soul, Zhou Hao was instantly filled with seeds.

Outside the arena, what Chu Jian did and how he did it. No monk present discovered that, including the seven lords of Seven Star City, He Wuyou, Huang Zhonglu, and millions of foundation-building monks, suddenly saw Chu Jian laughing loudly, his white clothes fluttering, and his palms were spreading a layer of faint light, as if he was pulling something around.

Almost ten feet away from the opposite side, Yun Lei seemed to know nothing. He didn't even know where Chu Jianshen was. His steps were slow, as if he was looking for something, and even occasionally he would pick something and put it on the tip of his nose and smell it gently.

The changes in the outside world seem to be no longer important to Zhou Hao, or he is already in another environment, with lush weeds under his feet, occupying every inch of land freely, and even wrapping the thick trees densely with vines, struggling to stretch their bodies and climb upwards. The towering trees cover the sky, silent, silent, and without any other vitality.

After a long time, a smile slightly hung on the corner of Zhou Hao's mouth, and in the purple palace, the soul also kept savoring the illusion around him and constantly trying to imitate it.

Yes, Zhou Hao was not confused by Chu Jian. Although Chu Jian used his skills that could be regarded as magical powers, those gray seeds were actually the unripe seeds of Mu Mei back then, and were cultivated and refined by Chu Jian. In addition to reproduction, the seeds themselves were Mu Mei's attack methods. They only lost their control of the body and had less than one or two of the powers. However, at least Chu Jian also swallowed and refined Mu Mei's heart. There was a trace of Mu Mei's inheritance in the bloodline breath, and the two were born from the same origin, so these were the seeds of the demon spirit seeds, and were controlled by him as a killer weapon.

In the past, even if he met a late-stage monk in the foundation building stage, Chu Jian would mostly win easily with these seeds. These seeds were usually attached to the pores of the body, constantly cultivated and refined at any time, and use them as they pleased. Yun Lei (Zhou Hao) was indeed controlled instantly.

However, because of the warning in the soul, Chu Jian did not take the initiative to kill him immediately. Instead, he was cautious and constantly used spiritual power and spells to control the seeds, creating a more realistic illusion on the ring with a radius of dozens of feet.

This is not only a battle and a means of competition, but also a means of tempering one's own strength. When encountering a monk who is not affected by the illusion, you do not have to pounce on him and fight to the death. The best way for him is to experience the enemy's cracking of the illusion in constant battles, and find flaws to make up for it early, so that he can be stronger in the future.

Huang Zhonglu had already stood up straight, his face full of anxiety, and He Wuyou was also a little unbelievable. He sat up and looked at Zhou Hao who was blind, approaching Chu Jian without any warning step by step.

"Young Master, what's going on with Mr. Yun? Why do you seem to be confused and don't know how to walk to the enemy at all!" Although the female cultivator around He Wuyou was also amazed by Chu Jian's charm, she seemed to have a deeper relationship with He Wuyou. She loved the house and the underworld, which seemed particularly worried about Yun Lei (Zhou Hao).

He Wuyou heard the female cultivator's questioning, his frown not only did not stretch, but instead wrinkled even tighter.

The seven city lords of Seven Star City stood in a row and watched the battle from a distance. When they saw Chu Jian taking the lead, the happiest person was not the Lord Yuheng, but the Lord of Yangyang. The gloom of the past few days was wiped out, and they picked up the wine pot beside them and gulped it up.

"Huh, it feels so comfortable! I said, City Lord Hao, what's wrong with this Yun boy? Could it be that the injury was serious a few days ago and it hurts his brain? Look, ah! He was so straight and he was not at all prepared and walked towards others!"

He danced and his face was flushed. He could see this ant that embarrassed him and was tortured and killed by someone. How could he not make him happy?

On the ring, Zhou Hao's purple mansion's soul eyes were closed and not opened. This state has not changed since the soul condensed. However, in the purple mansion, a lush and lush forest appeared out of thin air, and the soul was like in his own home, closing his eyes and enjoying all this.

The grass is slightly bent, and mist flows on the stems and leaves. Under the feet, the dark earth continues to spread. Sometimes the fog gathers into water droplets, slides down the stems and leaves, and falls on the dark land. It splashes out slightly, and then disappears. The vines sway their flexible bodies, constantly testing the suitable place to fall, and strive to climb upwards. The thick trees are mottled, and the branches are full of vicissitudes and unyielding, and the branches are lush and trembling, as if breathing in the wind.

Chu Jian showed joy on his face, looking at Yun Lei, who was standing three feet in front of him with no idea, a trace of ridicule appeared in his eyes. What a madman? What a bullshit genius, who can fight against the peak of Jindan monk without losing his advantage. In my eyes, they are all idiots and ants, and they are not allowed to play with me.

His fingers continued to stretch and curl, and spiritual powers traction and hooked up the seeds of wood charm. A trace of crystal sweat beads oozed out of his forehead. In the past, he only used thousands of seeds at most, and at most only ten thousand. Now he took out nearly 100,000 seeds at one time, and he had already given all his strength. Therefore, he did not dare to relax. This kind of control has reached its limit. If there is a slight mistake, there is a big flaw in the illusion. Not to mention the victory that is about to be obtained may turn into a bubble. If it is injured by the opponent's death, it will not be worth it.

The right palm stretched out, and a sharp light appeared at the fingertips, and a green thorn suddenly appeared. Take a deep breath, Chu Jian raised his left foot and took a step forward, driving the straight and sharp thorns of his fingertips, and pointed it straight to Yun Lei's eyebrows.

Three feet, let alone monks, or mortals, this distance almost turned into zero when the moment he raised his arms. Chu Jian's step was like stepping on the hearts of countless monks, causing people to have a sudden cardiac arrest.

"Brother Yun, be careful"

A anxious cry suddenly exploded from the silent ring. Huang Zhonglu finally couldn't bear to see Yun Lei (Zhou Hao) be killed in front of him and called for warning. Although he knew in his heart that Yun Lei had been hit by an illusion, it was in vain to show warning.

Chu Jian's fingertips are not long, only half a foot long, and are transformed by pure spiritual power. Not to mention a person's head, even Fan Tie can't withstand this. The smile spreads, as if he has seen Yun Lei's head splashing bright red blood, and the tip of his tongue licking the corner of his mouth cruelly.

"Bang, a crisp sound."

"Ah..." The biting pain made Chu Jian wake up immediately, and the heart-wrenching pain came from his wrist that made him roar wildly after a brief numbness.
Chapter completed!