It took two days and countless laps around the 8,000-mile radius of Jevre to fly back to the original lush green tree alone.

It was a lonely place, and if it weren't for the countless giant trees that were full of life, Yevre would have thought it was the place of death.

There were no animals, not even half of the dead bones found.

It's not that there is no grass, but it's extremely rare, and after flying for three days and traveling more than 80,000 miles, Yevre found a total of two grass taller than himself.

It's not much taller than yourself, less than ten feet, and fortunately it's not as thick as your own arm, otherwise you have to consider the size of the storage ring.

A crystal clear, glowing with a faint green light, incomparably rich in the breath of life, comparable to those giant trees that are more than 10,000 feet high, the shocked Yevre, although he didn't know the origin of this grass at all, still did not hesitate to dig a pit with a ground level boning knife, and then put it into the storage ring.

Strange to say, the soil here is also very hard, comparable to many ordinary metals.

If it weren't for the ground-level boning knife, it would be a bit of a hassle.

Another black grass, if it weren't for the particularly strong scent of osmanthus, Yevre might have missed it.

The black grass seems to be invisible, hidden in the shade of the tree, Yevre is following the strong smell of osmanthus, and finally found a little clue under the perception of spiritual power, and then, well, he obediently entered the storage ring.

Curious, Yevre activates the identification function of the Crimson Codex, but still receives no answer.

After walking around, Yevre, who was gradually losing his freshness, stopped at the lower end of the green giant tree, canceled the transformation template, and regained the body of the cowardly.

The persistent Yevre did not cancel the Transfiguration in the first three days, and with a sharp curved beak, he ate to his heart's content.

In the silence, Jevre leaned against the trunk of a wall-like tree and slept for hours.

After the physical strength was fully recovered and the spirit was full enough, the great business of moving bricks began.

No, it's not moving bricks, it's just unscrupulously prying some scale armor.

After observing for a week, only this tree was covered with dense scale armor, and the others were all normal chapped bark of various colors.

In terms of tenacity alone, it's a world of difference.

With a pair of sharp claws, Yevre had tried it himself.

Picking up the ground level deboning knife, he carefully selected a few dark green scale armor with a shiny oil and a more transparent color, and slowly prry it out patiently along the tiny cracks.

The hardness of these scales was comparable to that of a ground-level boning knife, and Yevre had to be cautious.

Clever luck, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, sometimes light and sometimes heavy......

It took more than half an hour to put the tightly pasted scale armor into the storage ring.

Having put aside the multicolored glazed cracked bark for a while, Yevre was very excited to continue his sinful business.

The scale armor comparable to the ground-level equipment is not to be missed, this is a windfall.

When you are tired, you take out the barbecue meat in the storage ring, take a few bites, and continue to pry the scales.

In a blink of an eye, Yevre's storage ring contained more than a hundred scale armors of the same texture, occupying almost thirty cubic meters of space.

It was only then that Yevre attacked the bald multicolored bark.

The multicolored bark on the lower part of the trunk was more fragrant than before, and after slowly scraping a little, Yevre felt that his mental power was extremely active, and his brain was more clear.

Blessed to the heart, Yevre held a little bit of multicolored powder in his left hand, and sat cross-legged with a ground-level boning knife in his right hand.

With his green eyes open, he began to practice the "Soul Thorn Technique".

The books, which were barely maintaining the solidification of substance, suddenly seemed to enter a storage room full of food, constantly absorbing the colorful powder in his left hand, and then transforming it into wisps of spiritual power.

Yevre forcibly suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and continued to cultivate seriously, and it took him four hours to transform all the multicolored powder that was less than an ounce away.

Jevre stared at the much-enlarged, solidified book in disjoy, almost wanting to sing aloud.

Less than an ounce of multicolored powder actually increased the total amount of mental power by thirty percent.

What is this called, this is called adventure, this is called genius treasure.

Don't miss the opportunity, lose it again!

With a happy face on his face, he looked left and right again, and when he noticed that there was still no movement for ten miles around, Yevre once again carried the ground deboning knife, and carefully continued to scrape the multicolored cracked bark.

Cultivation is not in a hurry, let's get more precious resources first.

A hundred birds in the forest are not as good as a bird in hand.

Exercise enough mental power, accurately control the strength, and continue to scratch hard.

To be honest, the toughness of this colorful cracked bark is too exaggerated, and it is only the most superficial layer of bark, and in front of the ground-level weapons, it can only be a little bit of water grinding.

While vigilant, painful and happy scratching the treasure, it only took three hours for Jevre to stop.

Touching his sore wrist, he looked at the nearly thirty ounces of multicolored powder, and with just over two ounces left in his hand, he quickly put the rest into the storage ring.

After being a little relieved, he vigilantly looked around the silent surroundings for a while, and after a little reassurance, he continued to practice the "Soul Thorn Technique".

Looking at the wisps of spiritual power that kept condensing, Yevre gradually forgot about time and completely entered a state of ecstasy.

Nine hours later, feeling the doubling of his mental power and looking at the much thicker materialized books in the soul space, Yevre opened his eyes with satisfaction.

His eyes were like electricity, and a trace of spiritual power that he had not fully controlled quietly overflowed, making Yevre look full of energy and imposing.

The majestic spiritual power made Yevre's perception range broaden again, and the wind and grass within a radius of four hundred and fifty feet all came to mind in detail.

Condense the spiritual power and use the inner vision method, and the subtleties of various parts of the body are also invented a little more.

With a wave of his fully recovered wrist, Yevre energetically nibbled on a dozen pounds of barbecue, regained his strength, and hurriedly scraped the multicolored bark again.

Such a big opportunity is in front of you, and if you don't grasp it firmly, you are a real fool.

Especially this kind of opportunity that is exclusive to a single person and has no danger, can be encountered but not sought.

However, when Yevre was about to dig for treasure again, a ding-dong chime came to mind.

Why is the Scarlet Codex coming back to the quest, strange?

The link before the main quest is far away, is it a side quest?

Nervously summoned the Crimson Codex, and Yevre turned directly to the quest page, without looking closely at the other three pages for any changes.

Sure enough, the side quest with gold and silver background appeared in front of me.

Main Quest: Collect 10 pounds of Ground Level Psychic Sacred Wood Bark for any time limit

Reward: Upgrade the Identification function by one level

Task Punishment: None

What the hell is that? Could it be this giant tree in front of you?

Return the heavenly bark, this is really awesome, no wonder it is easy to double the spiritual power.

Even if I didn't have this task, I wouldn't let go of this great opportunity.

What's more, it can also raise the identification function to a higher level, it's like drowsiness to send a pillow, and I am worried that I don't know this strange forest at all.

Evre happily flipped back to the page, ready to see if there was any change in his talent, but he was suddenly stunned with anxiety.

Damn, why is your skill proficiency a thousand less?

I remember that there were still 1,600 proficiency levels before, why are there only 600 left?

With an uncontrollable anger, Yevre carefully flipped through the Scarlet Codex.

The three talents have not changed, the proficiency of the two major exercises has not changed, the personal attributes have changed in spiritual power, and the bloodline information has not changed, hell!

How could the proficiency of the exercises disappear inexplicably, could it be that the scarlet codex ate the kickback.

Yevre, who had pondered and meditated, but still could not find the reason, was discouraged for a while, and then reluctantly cheered up and continued to scrape the multicolored bark.

This time, Yevre only scratched an ounce or so of multicolored powder with great effort, and hurriedly summoned the Crimson Codex again.

When he saw the one-ounce/ten-pound Ground-level Psychic Sacred Wood Bark quest prompt, Yevre finally couldn't hold back and laughed wildly.

It's really a ground-level treasure, and I've made a fortune this time.

The bark of the tree is all earth-level treasures, the trunk is a holy tree, and the heart of the tree is nothing, it will not be a treasure in the mortal stage.

However, looking at the ground deboning knife in his right hand, and then at the bark that could only be scraped a little, Yevre hammered his head with remorse.

The treasure is right in front of me, but unfortunately I can't do anything about it.

Which power, can you borrow a high-level weapon, and then expand the storage ring countless times, and take away all this psychic holy wood.

Unfortunately, there is no great power to respond to one or two.

Shaking his head, Yevre grimaced his cheeks and looked back and forth between the boning knife and the multicolored bark before squatting down and continuing to work hard.

When his wrist was sore, he practiced the "Soul Thorn Technique" for three hours, gnawed a few bites of spare food in the storage ring, and after his strength was fully recovered and his wrist returned to normal, he continued to scrape the bark of the tree.

Perhaps practice makes perfect, and Yevre's speed also increased to a certain extent, and the angle of scraping changed, and by three days, Yevre was basically able to obtain twenty ounces of ground powder in an hour.

While cultivating, he scraped the ground rank powder with joy, and after seven days, Yevre finally barely completed the side quest.

Not only that, but Yevre, whose spiritual power had greatly increased, had already cultivated the Soul Thorn Technique to the peak of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine at the same time, and he could no longer increase the number.

Out of some careful consideration, Yevre increased all the remaining spiritual power to the volume of the soul needle, and ate the soul needle the thickness of an ordinary sewing needle alive.

Not only that, but the barrier of Yevre's soul space is also much thicker, which is a bit similar to the original Joris.

It goes without saying that the defensive power of the soul space has been greatly increased.

Yevre also experimented with psychic perception, and this time, the clues in the three-thousand-foot radius came to mind without any mistakes, and they became more and more hidden.

The only downside is that there are a pair of green eyes, like a light in the dark night, and the overflowing spiritual power has caused ripples in the air.

This is the real blind dog's eye.

Happily receiving the task reward, Yevre aimed at the multicolored bark of the psychic sacred tree and turned on the identification function that had been upgraded.

It's a pity that a series of question marks directly knocked Yevre into the abyss.

What the hell is going on? Is the identification function too inferior, or is the psychic sacred tree playing with ghosts?

The undying Jevre, avoiding the multicolored bark, aimed at the dark green scale armor beside him, which was larger than his own size, and identified it again.

Psychic Sacred Wood Camouflage 100,000-Year Scale Armor: Ground-level Superb Defense Can restore vitality in small amounts

Fortunately, the Scarlet Codex didn't mess with any more ghosts, and finally identified the scale armor?

Is it really because of the limitations of the authentication function?

Yevre took a few quick steps to a large leaf and tried again.

Psychic Sacred Wood 100,000-year-old leaves: Xuanjie Superb A small amount restores vitality Can be used as a seasoning

It's kind of interesting, but it can also be used as a seasoning?

Was I blind before? I didn't even see it.

But it's the fragrance that makes people feel refreshed and full of energy.

With a rigorous scientific attitude, Yevre climbed 30,000 feet and identified the scales and leaves of the trees with distinctly different colors and sizes.