At the foot of Qiyun Mountain, the location of the stone gate is extremely special, and it is exactly at the intersection of the mountain roots of Qiyun Mountain and the water essence of Jingyue Lake.

So the moment the winter fell into the stone gate, Qiyun Mountain and Jingyue Lake pressed him madly with the general trend of heaven and earth, and for a while, Rao is physique of his few opponents in the four innate realms, and he couldn't resist it, and he was almost on the verge of collapse, and some places were already cracked and bloodstained, which looked terrifying.

Luo Le exclaimed, and wanted to step forward to pull Dongluo away.

In hundreds of thousands of years of mountain and water luck, this stone gate has obviously been blended with the mountain roots of Qiyun Mountain and the water essence of Jingyue Lake.

Luo Le was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Dongluo's physique is strong, but no matter how strong it is, there is a limit! This Qiyun Mountain Jingyue Lake also knows at a glance that it is not an ordinary landscape, and the mountain roots and water essence are so thick that I am afraid that the five mountains of the ordinary dynasty cannot be compared!

When an innate realm martial artist bumps into it, isn't that an egg smashing a stone?

Who would have thought that such a danger would be hidden in this ordinary stone door.

"Don't come here!"

Seeing that Luo Le was about to pounce, Dongluo hurriedly opened his mouth to stop it, it was so heavy that even he couldn't bear it, if it was Luo Le, it wouldn't be crushed into dust in an instant!

Dongluo shouted in a low voice: "This weight can't help me, open it for me!"

Dongluo poured all the boiling snow-white internal qi in his body into his hands, and pushed it out violently.

At this moment, he couldn't stop it, as long as he stopped it, he would be crushed into minced meat by Jingyue Lake in Qiyun Mountain.

So, he could only do his best.

Luo Le can only be anxious on the side, she is not a pure martial artist who is known for her physique, nor is she an unfathomable power of cultivation, in the final analysis, she is just a spiritual cultivator who barely touches the threshold of knowing the fate realm, and she can't intervene at this time.

The green tendons on Dongluo's forehead burst out, the cracks on his arms were dense, and a suppressed roar came from his throat.

Only he knows what he's going through.

However, he was not afraid.

This pressure was much less than what he had endured in the Dragon Gate Secret Realm.

Dongluo let out a loud shout, and the stone gate that had not moved for eternity finally shook.

"Kuang!"

The stone door, which had been closed for an unknown amount of time, slowly opened.

Dongluo sat on the ground, gasping for air.

The wide opening of the stone gate means that the blend of the mountain roots of Qiyun Mountain and the water essence of Jingyue Lake has been destroyed.

The coercion on the stone gate is gone.

Luo Le hurriedly pounced, pulled Dongluo to look left and right, and found that he was just out of strength!

Luo Le also sat on the ground, smiling stupidly, I'm afraid only she knows how anxious she was just now!

He quietly glanced at Dongluo, who was pranayama with his eyes closed, and found that he didn't ask to see his embarrassment, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This idiot.

A quarter of an hour later, Dongluo exhaled a light breath and slowly opened his eyes.

He has almost recovered, and the "Yijin Sutra" is worthy of being the general outline of the practice of ascetics in the world, and the winter fall has only been running for a few weeks!

Dongluo got up and walked towards the stone gate, and Luo Le hurriedly followed.

Dongluo didn't dare to get too close to the stone gate for a while, who knows if there is any great terror in this stone gate, the cultivation of the two of them is to put it bluntly, and they can't even be considered to be at the bottom of the cultivation world. There are a lot of big forces, and any person can kill them.

Take the previous Yin and Yang Death Realm as an example! a remnant soul alone can scare them to death.

If he didn't have this kind of thing, he still felt that this life divine water might be an ownerless thing, a natural and natural treasure, but with this kind of thing, he wouldn't think like this.

The existence of this stone door has explained a lot of things, and it is very likely that this life divine water is the exclusive thing of the Yin and Yang Death Realm.

If another remnant soul comes out, I can't help but slap them, I'm afraid it will be even more terrifying than the essence of the mountains and rivers of Jingyue Lake in Qiyun Mountain combined!

Even if you just put a little demon beast in this kind of place, and be accompanied by the divine water of life every day, I am afraid that even a pig will become a great power!

"Le'er, be careful, this life divine water is very likely to be the exclusive thing of the Yin Yang Death Realm, such a valuable thing, I don't know if there was any backhand left in the Yin Yang Death Realm at the beginning. ”

Dongluo took Luo Le's hand and whispered a reminder, and stepped back to block it behind him.

Luo Le tugged at his sleeve, revealing a small head, and looked inside the door, his eyes widened at this look.

Dangerous?

What danger can this be?

The stone gate is like a small world of its own.

There is a small tree in the center, but it is only half a person tall, but it is extremely thick, the bark is cracked, and every leaf vein is shining with crystal light.

And the trunk of the tree looms under the passage of time, and it seems that it has spent a spring and autumn, a season in just a moment.

Luo Le suddenly exclaimed, "Wraith, it's a wraith, oh my God! doesn't it mean that this tree is extinct?"

Dongluo wondered, "What is a ghost?"

Luo Le explained: "There are spirits in the south of Chu, with five hundred years old as spring, five hundred years old as autumn, leaf birth as spring, and leaf fall as autumn. The spirit of the dead is the tree. ”

Luo Le took a closer look at the Wraith Spirit Tree, it was no more than three feet tall, but it had grown for at least 100,000 years.

"The spirit of the underworld is a unique tree species in the underworld, which survives by absorbing the underworld, and since the underworld collapsed, this kind of tree can no longer absorb the underworld, and it has become extinct from the human world. It is estimated that this kind of tree is now extinct in the underworld, but I didn't expect to see one more here, looking at this pattern, it should have grown for hundreds of thousands of years!"

Dongluo sighed: "Tens of thousands of years, it has only grown so tall, and it is too difficult for it, look at our Jialeer, it has only been ten years, and it is so high." ”

Luo Le kicked Dong Luo hard, his eyes widened, and said, "Talking about the right thing! Please don't attack him personally, otherwise...... Otherwise, I will break up with you. ”

Dongluo laughed dryly and said: "Isn't it true that I can't see anything shorter than you?

Although a few years have passed, Luo Le still looks thin and thin, and he still feels the same as the first time he saw him in Qin Tianjian.

Of course, it is also possible that as time goes by, he grows up and Luo Le also grows up.

Nothing has changed, but it looks like nothing has changed.

He liked the feeling, though.

It is nothing more than that time is safe and the years are quiet.

Dongluo smiled and set his eyes on the small tree, "Listen to the meaning of your words, this ghost tree seems to be quite famous, why?"

Luo Le rolled his eyes and said, "Didn't I just say? The spirit, five hundred years old is spring, five hundred years old is autumn, leaves are spring, and leaves fall are autumn, what does this have to do with it? ”

Dongluo understood it, and his eyes were immediately hot, and the Great Ghost Spirit was related to the Heavenly Dao of Time, under the Spirit Tree, a thousand would be worth a thousand years.

I'm a good girl!

What kind of fairy tree is this.

Dongluo thought to himself, no wonder those already strong forces will become stronger and stronger, just imagine, dragging all kinds of resources in their own hands, can it not be strong?

Take this Wraith Tree, for example!

One year of cultivation under this tree is equivalent to practicing outside for a thousand years.

That's it, and that's what many people can't catch up with in their lifetime.

If you practice hard outside for a thousand years, then others only need to laugh under this tree for a year before they catch up with you.

It is very likely that many cultivators will not live for a thousand years from birth to death!

Above the congenital, below the heavens and men, as long as you don't look for death, it's no problem to live for three to five hundred years. But if you want to live for a thousand years, you need a lot of heavenly and earthly treasures to continue your life.

Many people are dying of old age at the last moment when they are about to break through the realm, but just imagine, you only have one year to live, and you are hopeless to be in the realm, but if at this time, you sit under this spirit tree, it is equivalent to another thousand years of time for you, then won't it become easier to break the realm?

Therefore, the two are simply an order of magnitude.

Dongluo wondered if he wanted to transplant this ancient tree into Paradise Lost.

This thought was something he couldn't suppress.

Good stuff who doesn't like.

Especially good stuff like that.

What is he lacking most now?

It's time.

It's still too late for the overnight feud.

With this Wraith Tree, it can help him save a lot of time.

However, Luo Le quickly poured a basin of cold water on him, "Don't think too well, the spirit is the leaf is born for spring, the leaf falls for autumn, and one season is a thousand years, but what is the spirit tree that has survived for at least one million years, as for the ancestral spirit tree! The effect is even more exaggerated, it is estimated that one season is worth 10,000 years!"

Although Luo Le envied that kind of million-year-old tree, he also coveted this kind of small tree that was more than 100,000 years old, "This little ghost spirit that may have only grown for more than 100,000 years is already very good if it can reach ten years in a year, so don't have too much hope for it." ”

Ten years, it's also very good.

At least in Dongluo's opinion, he thinks it's better than nothing!

Cultivation is a matter of long-term flow.

Is it a year worth a thousand years, or a decade worth a thousand years?

For him, it's just a little difference.

"However, the worst thing for you now is time, the cultivation of pure martial arts is the process of grinding kung fu and slowly polishing the body, after having this spirit tree, it can also greatly shorten this process, which can be regarded as a great achievement!"

Luo Le turned his head and began to praise the Wraith Tree.

It's just that praise is praise, and both of them have forgotten a very important thing.

That is, the wraiths will still grow.

Grow to a year to a thousand years.

Or is it growing to ......

One year is worth 10,000 years.