"Finally, the spiritual root can be promoted! Unfortunately, it is a poisonous spiritual root!!"
Zhao Yu made a thought and chose to let his spiritual roots evolve.
An extremely powerful stream of heat surged out of Zhao Yu's body, nourishing the spiritual roots in his body and allowing them to begin to evolve.
Two hours later, countless filthy substances were discharged from Zhao Yu's body, making him smell bad.
"Mid-grade Poison Spirit Root (0/1000)."
"My spiritual root has finally been promoted! There is hope for immortality! There is hope for immortality!!"
Zhao Yu opened his eyes and looked at the promoted spiritual roots, his heart filled with excitement.
The better a monk's spiritual roots are, the more powerful his cultivation talent is. Monks with earthly spiritual roots and heavenly spiritual roots can successfully build a foundation without a foundation-building pill.
A monk with a high-grade spiritual root has a 70% to 80% chance of succeeding in building a foundation after using a foundation-building pill. A monk with a medium-grade spiritual root has a 40-50% chance of succeeding in building a foundation after using a foundation-building pill. A monk with a low-grade spiritual root has only
There is a 20% to 30% chance of successful foundation building.
"Uncle, it stinks!"
When Zhao Yu was excited, Li Xianjiao stood up from the quilt on the ground, covered his little nose, and stared at him with big watery eyes.
"I'm going to take a shower right now!"
The smile on Zhao Yu's face froze, he coughed lightly, and walked out of the tent. After bathing and changing clothes, he returned to the tent and started practicing Earth Yuan Gong.
"After my spiritual root was upgraded to the middle level, my speed in practicing Earth Yuan Gong has only increased by 30%! Sure enough, I still need to upgrade my earth-attribute spiritual root! After all, my main practice, Earth-Yuan Gong, is an earth-attributed technique." After Zhao Yu completed a week of practice, he was slightly disappointed. After the Poison Spirit Root was upgraded to the middle level, although the practice speed increased, the improvement was not that big.
Li Xianjiao is a genius who possesses water-attribute spiritual roots. Naturally, she can make great strides by practicing water-attribute skills. However, if she practices other-attribute skills, the effect will be much worse.
Zhao Yu took out the mirror and took a look, with a slight smile on his lips: "But, I have become younger!"
After this spiritual root transformation, Zhao Yu now looks like he is only 27 or 28 years old, and he is full of energy. He is completely different from when he just traveled through time. This is the charm of cultivating immortals.
Three days later, the caravan finally walked out of the Canglong Mountains.
Large tracts of farmland appeared in front of Zhao Yu and his party. In those farmlands, a group of ragged farmers were working hard.
"I'm leaving! Take care!"
Su Bingyun took a deep look at Zhao Yu, then turned and left without hesitation, leaving only a sassy figure behind.
Zhao Yu looked at Su Bingyun's back quietly and was speechless.
Li Xianjiao tugged on Zhao Yu's clothes and said innocently, "Uncle, aren't you going to catch up?"
"What are you chasing after? Senior sister of Cangling Sect, a genius with earthly roots who is less than twenty years old. If I can't build the foundation, no matter how diligent I am, it will be in vain! My goal is to live forever! If the flowers are in full bloom, butterflies will bloom.
Jilai! I still have to be the best version of myself! Let’s go!”
Zhao Yu took a deep look at Su Bingyun's back, took Li Xianjiao's little hand, and walked resolutely in another direction.
Li Xianjiao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, feeling very good, and held Zhao Yu's big hand.
After walking for about ten kilometers, Zhao Yu suddenly stopped and looked towards a forest and said, "Friend, you have been following us for a long time. What do you want to do?"
Taoist Mu Song walked out of the woods and stared at Zhao Yu with greed in his eyes: "Fellow Taoist Zhao, hand over all your belongings and I can let you live. Otherwise, today it will be you."
anniversary of his death. Without the protection of Fairy Su, you are nothing!!"
Zhao Yu frowned slightly, crazily activated the Diamond Dragon Elephant Skill, activated his magic power, and performed the Flying Knife Technique. The high-grade earth-attribute magic sword in his hand shot towards Taoist Mu Song like a flying knife.
"A mere piece of trash at the fourth level of Qi Refining dares to attack me? You are looking for death!"
Taoist Mu Song's expression suddenly changed, and he directly held out a blue magic sword of the middle-grade magic weapon level, with a green aura blooming in front of him.
Dang!
The two magical swords clashed, making a crisp sound. The aura on the blue magical sword collapsed and hit Taoist Mu Song's chest heavily.
A terrifying force came from the blue magic sword, which hit Taoist Mu Song so hard that his sternum was broken, and he flew backwards and fell to the ground.
A phantom flashed slightly, and Zhao Yu appeared in front of Taoist Mu Song, holding a medium-grade magic weapon, the thick earth sword, and stabbed out with a sword. The long sword was like lightning, and he instantly cut off Taoist Mu Song's head, and blood spattered everywhere.<
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Zhao Yu calmly analyzed: "The monks in the late stage of Qi refining are really troublesome. I tried my best to kill him! If two or three monks in the late stage of Qi refining besiege me, I will fight tooth and nail!"
After Zhao Yu took off Taoist Mu Song's storage bag and carefully counted it, he found thirteen pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones, one hundred and thirty-seven pieces of low-grade spiritual stones, many spiritual herbs, elixirs, talismans, elixirs, and six items.
A low-grade magic weapon.
Zhao Yu secretly thought: "This Taoist Mu Song should also be a robbery cultivator! In other words, he once gained a lot of benefits from the Xiaoheishanfang City Rebellion."
After killing Taoist Mu Song, Zhao Yu left here with Li Xianjiao.
The mountainside of Jiuchen Mountain in Changyang County, Cang State.
"This is Jiuchen Shanfang City, and it is also a city controlled by the Changyang Ling family."
Zhao Yu looked at the thick fog shrouding Fang City, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes: "This is the phantom fog array! Once a mortal enters, he will be confused and fall into an illusion."
Zhao Yu held Li Xianjiao's little hand, activated his magic power, and stepped into the mist.
As soon as Zhao Yu stepped into the mist, his eyes blurred, and a passage appeared in front of him.
On both sides of the passage are large areas of spiritual fields, in which some spiritual farmers are casting spells and cultivating spiritual rice.
Zhao Yu walked along the passage, and after a moment, a huge city appeared in front of him.
Zhao Yu went directly into Fang City and walked around, and found that the number of monks in Jiuchenshanfang City was far less than that in Xiaoheishanfang City, and the monks' cultivation levels were generally weak.
The buildings in Xiaoheishanfang City are relatively small, while the buildings in Jiuchenshanfang City are spacious and spacious, with huge gaps between them.
In terms of prices, the prices of various monster materials, spiritual herbs, elixirs, and monster meat in Jiuchenshanfang City are higher than those in Xiaoheishanfang City, while the prices of talismans are slightly lower than those in Xiaoheishanfang City. The concentration of spiritual power in Jiuchenshanfang City is obviously much lower than that in Xiaoheishanfang City. The spiritual veins in Xiaoheishanfang City belong to the first-order high-grade, while the spiritual veins in Jiuchenshanfang City are only first-order.
About mid-range.
Zhao Yu came to the center of Jiuchenshanfang City, and a luxurious eight-story high-rise building appeared in front of him. On the high-rise building was a plaque of the Changyang Ling family.
After Zhao Yu and Li Xianjiao registered here, each received a token, and then he rented a cave in Jiuchenshanfang City at the price of 60 spiritual stones per year.
"This cave is nice and big enough! Unfortunately, the richness of spiritual energy is far inferior to that of the cave in Xiaoheishanfang City!"
Zhao Yu looked at the exquisite and elegant cave, which was twice the size of the small courtyard in the core area of Xiaoheishanfang City, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.