In the early morning, a few rays of sunlight reflected through a curtain of water into a cave at the edge of the cliff. The light was very weak, as if it had been refracted many times before penetrating it.

Although the light is very weak, there is a hint of warmth; Drying on the ground, it gives people a lazy feeling, which is very comfortable.

Outside the cave was a ten-foot cliff platform. The platform is oval, slightly narrower on the left and right, and wide at the front and back. From afar, it looks like a huge goose egg floating out of a cave.

At the end of the platform, a huge waterfall more than eight feet wide blocked the way. The waterfall poured from the top of the platform, but miraculously all fell to the bottom of the cliff, except for the dampness near the water curtain, the rest of the place was so dry that there was not even a drop of water.

There are grass and flowers on the platform, the grass is not lush, the flowers are not gorgeous, scarce and nuonuo, like a garden; Behind the platform, the square hole door rises from the ground, it is five zhang high, and the top is not visible, and it is majestic and abnormal.

If you can see through the water curtain from a distance, then this is the fairy mansion hidden behind the giant waterfall.

Inside the cave, not far from the entrance, a small river more than one meter wide flows slowly, coming from the dark cave ~ deep cave, flowing out of the cave, and finally merging with the waterfall at the cliff and falling into the abyss at the bottom of the cliff.

Cheng Yifan should be grateful for the miracle of nature's creation, if it weren't for the two triangular stones at the entrance of the cave that just formed a neck, he would have been carried into the abyss by the river.

The river flowed, and Cheng Yifan was stuck in the cracks of the stones, and half of his body was immersed in the water; Half of his body was draped over a boulder.

He has been in a coma all night since last night.

The river was cold, and I don't know when Cheng Yifan's vague consciousness began to feel, although he was still in a coma, he could feel the piercing coldness. He felt like he was lying naked in a patch of snow and ice, and he wanted to get up, but he was covered in snow and ice and couldn't move. He tried to open his eyes, but found that his eyes were frozen by the ice and snow, and he could not use any strength.

In the afternoon, the light refracted into the cave became brighter and stronger than in the early morning. The light slowly moved from the ground of the cave towards the river, and finally fell on Cheng Yifan's body.

Cheng Yifan felt that his naked~ naked body was covered with a thick layer of cotton mattress, although he was still lying in the ice and snow, it was no longer as cold as before.

Soon after, a white light lit up in the boundless darkness, and the white light was very dazzling, like the high beams of a car, which illuminated him very uncomfortably.

He moved his eyelids to close his eyes, but he couldn't, he didn't know that his eyes were closed at this time.

After struggling for a long time, his eyelids finally moved, but he found that the white light was even more dazzling. This time he finally saw clearly, it was a ray of sunlight, no bedding, no snow or ice, only a small river and two large stones.

"Am I still alive?" Cheng Yifan slowly turned his head, avoiding the dazzling sunlight.

He moved his hands and feet to make sure that he was not injured except for weakness.

He couldn't remember how he had come here, and the last place he had realized was a quagmire of endless darkness.

Looking at his half-submerged body, he understood that the chill on his body came from the river.

Gathering strength, he got up with difficulty and climbed onto the riverbank.

"Another cave!" He laughed at himself in his heart, and then thought of Zhao Yawen, that Hantan, and of the ancestor, but this time he could only face it alone.

"Can you be so lucky this time?" Cheng Yifan has a desire in his heart, that is the desire to survive, that is the deepest desire in his heart when he thought he was going to die.

Driven by longing, he sat up cross-legged and tried to use his spiritual power.

As soon as he was about to lift his breath, he found a sharp pain in the dantian, and the severe pain instantly spread all over his body, and his chest was tight, and Cheng Yifan almost fainted again.

Holding back the severe pain, he gave up the idea of continuing to run his spiritual power. He knew that his spiritual power had been exhausted, but this time he was not so lucky, no one helped him heal, he could only rely on himself.

I touched my pocket, and the three half-palm-sized Lingyuan were still there, holding up my pockets bulging.

He was very happy, thinking that he had found hope, so he took out the spirit yuan, lined it up on the ground, and then happily picked up the smallest one.

"Perhaps, add a little aura, and the body can recover." Cheng Yifan thought to himself in his heart.

Running the Spirit Sucking Technique, he gently inhaled the spiritual energy, he didn't dare to take too many mouthfuls, for fear of wasting it.

The aura entered the nose and soon flowed throughout the body according to Cheng Yifan's thoughts. Cheng Yifan was overjoyed, and hurriedly gathered the aura to the dantian. However, as soon as the aura entered the dantian, it sank into the sea like a stone and disappeared. The aura disappeared, and the energy that had just been restored also disappeared.

Cheng Yifan thought that he had absorbed too little spiritual power, so he tried again, this time he boldly inhaled twice as much spiritual energy as before, but found that it still didn't work, and it was still the same as before, sinking into the sea.

He tried a few more times, until he found that his body was weaker than before, and he finally gave up.

"If the spiritual root is dry and cannot be moistened in time, the spiritual root will die; Once the spiritual root dies, the person will also die. In fact, Cheng Yifan had long remembered Ye Qingshan's warning to him, but he had always been unwilling to accept this fact.

Cheng Yifan was weak and unable to move. Without spiritual power, he is just an ordinary person, and the feeling of hunger and thirst has surged into his heart again, this is the second time he has felt hungry since entering this strange and strange realm, and it is this hunger that makes him feel real.

He unloaded his backpack and began to flip over. There weren't many things in his backpack, a set of clothes, a jade flute, a flashlight, a dead mobile phone, and a pill box.

"A pillbox...... A pill box ...... "Cheng Yifan's eyes are bright."

He reached out and took out the medicine box, and said to himself, "How did I forget this?" ”

The pillbox is red in color, and at first glance it looks like a jewelry box containing rings. The box is very waterproof, Cheng Yifan can't see what the material is, only knows that there are no water droplets on the box, and it is as smooth as porcelain.

He carefully opened the box, and as soon as he opened the lid, he smelled a fresh aroma. The aroma wafted into his nose, Cheng Yifan's spirit was lifted, and the feeling of weakness suddenly subsided a lot, which was more effective than the aura of the spirit yuan.

Before, Cheng Yifan didn't think he would use this herb pill, so he never opened it, and he never expected that this pill would have such a miraculous effect, and the aroma alone could restore people's strength.

"Little brother Yifan, this is Baicao Dan, you take it with you, his smell can cure all kinds of poisons, mosquitoes and poisons smell this smell and naturally dare not approach, and its biggest effect is to return qi, even if it is seriously injured, as long as there is still a breath, it can pull people back from the ghost gate!" Cheng Yifan remembered what Gao Tian had said when he gave him Baicao Pill.

"Its greatest effect is to return qi, as long as there is a breath, it can pull people back from the ghost gate; In the spirit arts, it is said that practicing the spirit is practicing the essence, and the spiritual root is born from the gathering of spiritual power, since he can return qi, can he also let the spiritual root be reborn? Cheng Yifan held the herb pill in his hand, and kept thinking about it in his heart.

He knew that this medicine was very precious, and he hesitated a little when he thought of the painful expression on his face when Gao Tian gave him the medicine.

In this way, he pinched the medicine and hesitated for half an hour, and finally he took the baicao pill. The reason is very simple: "A dead horse is a live horse doctor, and whether it is dead or alive depends on luck." ”

After taking the pill, he immediately sat up cross-legged, he had to feel the medicinal effect of this herb pill with his heart, in order to run the soul heart sutra at the most suitable time and let the spiritual root be reborn.

Not long after the pill was sent to the mouth, the medicinal effect came into play, and first a fragrance flowed all over the body, and it traveled freely in Cheng Yifan's dry Jingluo; Then, the pill dissolved, and the dissolved pill became five breaths, and the five breaths kept circulating alternately in his Jingluo, and finally everything beyond Cheng Yifan's imagination entered the dantian.

The first thing that entered the dantian was a hot fire, just like when he spit out the fire lotus mist, although the fire was not as fierce as the fire lotus mist, but it burned the spiritual roots in his dantian to the dry and scorched.

"Oops!" Cheng Yifan looked inwardly at his small scorched spiritual root, and said regretfully: "If you burn it again, the spiritual root will turn to ashes!" ”

Just when he was worried that he had misused the Baicao Pill, a cold breath followed into his dantian, and where the cold passed, the fire was extinguished and condensed into ice.

"Ice and Fire!" Cheng Yifan really experienced it.

"Burning with fire and freezing with cold ice...... Ruined! Cheng Yifan knew that his spiritual root was completely hopeless, and thinking of all the spiritual power he had destroyed, he couldn't help but feel disappointed and sad in his heart.

However, the god of luck has come again. Just as the chill was gone, a heavy earthy breath entered his dantian.

The cold ice melted into water, and was buried in the smell of earth along with the blackened roots.

"Wildfires can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows again!" Cheng Yifan had a feeling of brightness, and he vaguely guessed that there would be a miracle in the next second.

Sure enough, it lived up to his expectations, and after a while, a fresh smell of grass and trees entered the dantian, like a spring breeze, full of vitality.

The breath sank into the dirt, and the black, crispy roots began to peel. Layer after layer of charred black ash fell from the roots, not falling naturally, but being squeezed by the new roots.

"The roots are growing again, growing at an astonishing rate, thicker than before, with more and more thin tendrils at the bottom of the roots." Cheng Yifan was overjoyed, looking inwardly at the odd second changes in his dantian.

The spiritual root grew bigger and bigger, and the roots and tendrils also increased, and when it stopped growing, it was more than a finger long, more than ten times larger than before, like a ginseng full of roots.

Cheng Yifan only felt refreshed, full of spiritual power, and all the fatigue and weakness disappeared. He knew that the herb pill had worked, and his spiritual root had come back from the dead.

He collected his mind and planned to stop running the Heart Sutra. Unexpectedly, Baicao Dan actually emitted the last breath, which was a metallic smell, golden light.

The breath flowed into the dantian and poured into the spiritual root, which was instantly plated into gold. From the inside out, every inch of roots, every cell, turned golden.

"Golden Spirit Root!" Cheng Yifan looked at all this in surprise, he didn't know why his spiritual root turned golden, he only knew that after the spiritual root turned golden, he became more spiritual, and his whole body was full of strength.

And his dantian has also changed at this time, if the dantian is regarded as a pocket, then Cheng Yifan's dantian is a pocket with strong toughness, as if it can expand infinitely.

It's just that this pocket looks very flat at the moment, because the amount of aura in it is really too small.

Cheng Yifan also found that the thin whiskers that turned into golden spiritual roots were more vibrant than before, like a pool of never-ending spiritual sources. In fact, it is not that the spiritual source will not be exhausted, but that the recovery speed of the spiritual root is too fast, and the spiritual power will be replenished before it has time to be consumed.

Feeling his more and more powerful spiritual power, Cheng Yifan opened his eyes. At this time, the medicinal effect of Baicao Dan was also absorbed.

He never thought that this Baicao Pill would have such a miraculous effect on the repair of the spiritual root.

"No wonder the Gao family's spiritual power is so strong." Cheng Yifan remembered that when he first entered the foreign world, the gray-robed old man named Gao Liu, saw the expression of the thousand-year-old centipede, and couldn't help but worry about Gao Yunliang and Heizi.

Baicaodan, which was left by the ancestors of the Gao family, naturally has many people in the Gao family who can practice, but there are few finished products because the materials are difficult to find. Now Gao Yunliang is dragging a large string of "thousand-year-old fiery centipedes" in his hand, how can he not make people blush.

"Maybe the Gao family doesn't know that this Baicao Pill has the effect of reshaping the spiritual root, who would destroy the spiritual root they have worked so hard to cultivate for no reason, and then use the Baicao Pill to reshape it?" Cheng Yifan thought of the fact that ordinary people had to practice to the third level of spiritual power in order to have spiritual roots, and felt that he was too worried.

"Let's worry about ourselves first!" Thinking of his current situation, he shook his head self-deprecatingly.