In the dantian world, the recovery of various spiritual roots did not directly increase Zhou Hao's cultivation, but because the foundation was hammered, the original vast pure spiritual power, after a series of consumption, refining, and repairing its own spiritual root deficit, only formed nine spiritual springs on the earth, and these nine spiritual springs correspond to seven spiritual roots, one for each spiritual root, and the remaining two are very mysterious, as for what Zhou Hao is not known for.

At this time, although the meridians, acupuncture points, and the 36,000 pores of the body were constantly devouring and ingesting the spiritual power in the air, constantly refining and replenishing, the spiritual power and intake refined were 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 caused Zhou Hao to immediately mobilize the power of the divine soul with all his strength after entering the ring to prevent others from taking advantage of it.

Therefore, Chu Jian relied on his own ability to control the home court, but he simply did useless work, but under the reflection of Zhou Hao's soul, he revealed his essence.

"Yun Daoyou is invited, Chu Jian in Xiayuheng City is it, this time he is forced to take the stage, and I hope that Daoyou will forgive me if I offend. "Chu Jian, who lived in the wilderness when he was a child, fed on beasts and monsters, and used the sky as a bed on the ground, and had a beast-like intuition for danger.

The moment he took the stage, his original casual thoughts disappeared immediately, and in his eyes, the Yun clan (Zhou Hao) was like a vicious demon beast that could hurt people. Not to mention anything else, in the mountains and wilderness, like a fish in water, the heart of the wood charm that can provide oneself with perception, the moment it approached the Yun Clan (Zhou Hao), the invisible tentacles that stretched out like vines, like being struck by lightning, instantly made a defensive change of retraction and agitation.

Therefore, after taking a small step, Chu Jian immediately stopped and chatted with Zhou Hao. For him, the best way is to use the power of the divine soul, which saves time and effort, but at this moment, he has to change his strategy.

Just because of intuition, Chu Jian does not take risks lightly, such talent and vigilance are absolutely high, and Zhou Hao was a little confused by the other party, he was forced to be helpless, and he used his soul to protect himself, what is the reason for the other party. Although he also noticed the abnormality of the divine soul, he didn't understand that there would be a monk who could open up the space of the Purple Mansion during the foundation building period, just like himself.

The other party was polite, and Zhou Hao had to reply, so he replied: "Chu Daoyou is invited, under the surname Yun, the word Lei, it is not to offend it, it is just a matter of competing for chance, it is your ability to win, and if you lose, it is just that your own cultivation is insufficient, and the opportunity is not enough." ”

"Hahaha! Daoyou can see it clearly, but Daoyou is afraid that you don't know, Chu Mou deliberately took the stage this time, but he can only win and not lose......" Chu Jian's voice did not fall, and on the ring with a radius of dozens of zhang, there was a burst of clouds and mist, and the green was all over.

Zhou Hao's expression suddenly turned to the side, and he secretly exclaimed, but it was already too late, and his vision suddenly changed greatly, as if he was in a dense jungle in an instant, and it seemed that even the air was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees.

At the beginning of Chu Jian's speech, it seemed that he was unintentional but actually intentional, the casually floating sleeves of his robe, with a trace of gray hair, flew towards the ring under the shield of Zhou Hao's invisible spirit, and on the surface, it seemed that it was just a few wisps of dust flying in the wind.

These fine gray dusts, if you look closely, where is the dust, it is actually a seed that is only the thickness of a needle tip, and the length is a few points shorter than the hair of a hair. And the number is almost incalculable, Chu Jian's casual scattering is almost no less than 100,000 seeds, except for the three-foot land on Zhou Hao's side that is supported by the power of the divine soul, which is instantly covered with seeds.

Outside the ring, what Chu Jian did and how he did it, none of the monks present found out, including the seven city lords of Seven Star City, Crane Wuwu, Huang Zhonglu, and thousands of foundation building monks, but suddenly saw Chu Jian laughing loudly, his white clothes fluttering, and his palms were scattered with a layer of spiritual light, which seemed to lead Zhou Something.

Almost ten zhang away on the opposite side, Yun Lei didn't seem to know anything, he didn't even know where Chu Jian was, his steps were slow, as if he was looking for something, and even from time to time he picked up something and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff.

For Zhou Hao, the changes in the outside world no longer seem to be important, or he is already in another environment, with lush weeds under his feet, wantonly occupying every inch of land, and even the dense turns and vines that surround the thick trees, stretching his body hard, climbing upwards, towering trees covering the sky, silent, silent, without a trace of other life.

For a long time, a slight smile hung on the corner of Zhou Hao's mouth, and in the Purple Mansion, the divine soul also kept savoring the illusion around him, and kept trying to imitate it.

Yes, Zhou Hao was not confused by Chu Jian, although Chu Jian exerted his ability to be regarded as supernatural powers, those gray seeds were actually the seeds that Mu Mei had not matured back then, and they were used by Chu Jian to cultivate and refine, and the seeds themselves were not only multiplied, but also the attack methods of Mu Mei, just because he lost the control of his body, his power was less than 12/12, but Chu Jian also devoured and refined the heart of Mu Mei, and there was a trace of wood charm in the blood breath, and the two were born from the same origin, so these are the seeds of the demon spirit seed, and they are controlled by it as a killer feature。

In the past, even if he encountered a monk in the late stage of foundation building, Chu Jian relied on these seeds, most of them won easily, and these seeds were attached to the pores of the body on weekdays, constantly cultivating and refining at any time, and taking them as they pleased, Yun Lei (Zhou Hao) was really controlled instantly.

However, because of the warning in the divine soul, Chu Jian did not kill at the first time, but was cautious and cautious, constantly using spiritual power spells to manipulate the seeds, and build a more realistic illusion on the ring within a radius of dozens of zhang.

This is not only a battle to kill, a means of competition, but also a tempering of their own strength means, when encountering a monk who is not affected by the illusion, it is not necessary to pounce on it and fight hard, the best way for him is to continue to fight, experience the enemy's cracking of the illusion, find flaws and make up for it as soon as possible, so that the future can be more powerful.

Huang Zhonglu had already stood up straight, his face was full of anxiety, and he was a little unbelievable, sitting up and looking at Zhou Hao who was blank in his eyes, and approached Chu Jian defenselessly step by step.

"Childe, what's the matter with this Yun Gongzi? Why does he seem to be confused, and he doesn't know that he is walking towards the enemy!" Although the female cultivator beside Crane Wuwu was also amazed by Chu Jian's charm, she seemed to have a deeper relationship with Crane Wuwu, and she was particularly worried about Yun Lei (Zhou Hao).

Crane Wuwu heard the female cultivator's question, and instead of stretching, his furrowed brows became even tighter.

The seven city lords of Seven Star City, lined up to watch the battle from a distance, and when they saw Chu Jian winning, the happiest thing was not the city lord of Yuheng, but the city lord of Minyang.

"Huh, it's comfortable! I said Hao Dacheng Lord, what's the matter with this Yun kid? Could it be that the injury a few days ago was serious, and he couldn't do it because he had broken his brain? Look at it, ah! He was so upright that he didn't have any precautions at all, and walked to other people's side!"

Dancing with his hands and feet, his face was red, how could he not be happy to see this ant who made him lose face, being abused and killed.

On the ring, Zhou Hao's Purple Mansion Divine Soul's eyes were closed tightly and did not open it, this state has not changed since the condensation of the Divine Soul, but at this time, in the Purple Mansion, a lush forest with a long distance of green and distant appeared, and the Divine Soul was like being in his own home, closing his eyes and enjoying all this.

Grass, slightly bent, the slightest mist on the stems and leaves is circulating, under the feet, the dark earth continues to spread, sometimes there is fog gathered into water droplets, sliding down the stems and leaves, falling on the dark earth, splashing slightly, and then disappearing and depressed, the vines swaying the flexible body, constantly trying to find a suitable foothold, trying to climb up, the thick tree body is mottled, the horizontal branches are full of vicissitudes and unyielding, the branches and leaves are lush with light trembling, as if breathing against the wind.

Chu Jian's face was happy, looking at Yun Lei, who knew nothing and was standing three feet in front of him, and there was a trace of ridicule in his eyes, what a madman? What kind of bullshit is invincible Tianjiao, and he can still resist the Jindan peak monk without falling behind, in the eyes of Ben Shao, they are all fools, ants, and they are not allowed to play with Ben Shao.

The palms of the fingers continued to expand and curl, and the spiritual power traction hooked the seeds of the wood charm, and a trace of crystal sweat beads oozed slightly on the forehead, in the past, at most thousands of seeds were cast, at most ten thousand, and now he took out nearly 100,000 seeds at a time, and he had done all his best, so he didn't dare to relax a little, this kind of control has been hazelnut to the limit, not to mention the big flaws in the slightly poor pool illusion for the time being, the upcoming victory may come to naught, in case it is repeatedly injured by the other party's death, it is not worth it.

The right palm stretched out, the fingertips flashed, an emerald green spike suddenly appeared, taking a deep breath, Chu Jian's left foot lifted and stepped forward, driving the fingertips straight and sharp spikes, straight to Yun Lei's eyebrows.

Three feet, not to mention a monk, is a mortal, this distance is almost zero the moment he raises his arm, Chu Jian's step, like stepping on the tips of countless monks, makes people suffer cardiac arrest.

"Brother Yun be careful"

Up and down the silent ring, an anxious cry suddenly exploded, Huang Zhonglu finally couldn't bear Yun Lei (Zhou Hao) to be killed in front of him, and shouted a warning, although he knew in his heart that Yun Lei had been tricked by illusion, and the warning was in vain.

The wooden thorns on Chu Jian's fingertips are not long, only half a foot long, and they are transformed by a body of pure spiritual power, not to mention a person's head, even Fan Tie can't stand this, and the smile on the corner of his mouth spreads, as if he has seen Yun Lei's head splashed with bright red blood, and the tip of his tongue licks the corners of his mouth cruelly.

"Smack, a crunch. ”

"Ah......h

"My hand, ah! my hand is broken......"