The spiritual root is not a dead thing, whether it is a wisp of heaven and earth power, or a wisp of law, or a mass of vitality, or something else, after all, it was born between the world and the world, especially this kind of incarnate spiritual root has a trace of spirituality, maybe it can be forcibly seized by powerful people in the outside world, but it needs to be recognized first in the pillar of Babel.

And because of the different paths that individuals choose to cultivate, the pursuit of the attributes of the spiritual root is also different, which is the reason why Yun Si and the others took the initiative to give up, and besides, leaving the Qingfeng World is not without other opportunities in the future.

With the passage of time, the few people in the field who still continued to feel had different situations.

A vague sword shadow faintly appeared above Mu Ding Mountain's head, the spiritual skill passed down by the Mu family is the "Void Heaven Knife", he can transform the sword intent by feeling the wind at this moment, and his qualifications are indeed outstanding.

Mu Ziyin's qualifications may not be weaker than him, but the time came late, and this fashion could not do this.

The incense dance clothes reveal a hazy meaning around the body, like a light veil covered by mist, vaguely hidden in a five-lobed red leaf, and the silver snake crown seems to appear above a cloud of clouds, slowly spinning in the air, as if it may float away with the wind at any time.

Nangong Yifeng's transformation was actually a wisp of sword qi, the sword qi was uncertain, and it was the "Sun and Moon Sword Technique" of the Beiling Sect that was displayed, even if it was separated by a distance, it could still make people perceive the incomparable determination of the sword qi.

And in that mysterious man who was always wearing a hood, there was a wisp of green wind on the top of his head, which was no different from what everyone in the outside world saw, and from this point of view, the degree of comprehension of this person was excellent, but it was impossible for people to see his origin.

Compared to these people, Xu Zheng's vision was the most bizarre, and what appeared above his head was actually the phantom of the cyan crown, I don't know how he did this.

The cyan pony's innocent gaze turned to the five from time to time, as if he was interested in the imagery that the five had comprehended.

"In your opinion, who can finally obtain the approval of the Spirit Root?" Wei Zhen asked.

Yun Si touched his bare head and was about to answer, but he heard Lin Shaoshao say first: "This is obvious, the young man with the hood and the guy with the crown on his head, I hope it should be bigger." ”

"That's not necessarily, Sister Xiang's chances are not inferior to these two!" Sang Jia shook a willow branch and walked straight to the side.

"I don't need to wait to say more about this, I'll understand it later!" Yun Si put on a look of knowing it in his heart, thinking that he was very clear about the matter of Linggen's recognition of the Lord.

After another half an hour, the image condensed above the heads of the five people became clearer and clearer, and each had a bit of substance.

Just as a few people were watching, the wisp of sword qi above Nangong Yi's head flew out silently and slashed towards the hooded youth.

Although these five people are meditating and comprehending, they all have a wisp of telekinesis to perceive the whole body, in addition to preventing someone from sneaking up, they can also slightly perceive the progress of others' comprehension.

Nangong Yi's strength is outstanding, and he has long sensed that the hooded youth is the greatest threat to him, so he will not say a word, and slash at the other party with the sword of imagery, this is a contest between the two of them to comprehend the law of wind, and it is also to compete for the recognition of the wind spirit root.

The hooded young man seemed to have expected this, and the wisp of green wind above his head turned into a soft finger, and he actually wrapped around Nangong Yi's wisp of sword qi, with the intention of defeating strength with weakness.

At the same time, the Void Sky Sword Shadow of Mudding Mountain also attacked Xu Zheng's crown phantom, and he was dissatisfied with Xu Zhengzao, but he took the opportunity to attack.

Only the fragrant dance clothes seem to have been forgotten.

At the moment when the onlookers were surprised, the four people in the field had already touched each other, but no one had the upper hand. Just when everyone thought that they were going to continue, the battle in the field took a dramatic scene, Mu Ding Mountain's Void Sky Sword Shadow suddenly slashed at Xiang Wuyi, and Xu Zheng's crown phantom and hooded youth teamed up to hit Nangong Yi.

Wei Zhen had already taken out the black wood short bow and was about to help, but was pulled by Yun Si. "If you help her at this time, you will disqualify her from being recognized. ”

"Oh?" Wei Zhen saw that his expression was serious, and knew that what he said was true, so he immediately lowered his hand and paid attention.

Lin Shaoshao didn't know when he walked a few meters away, the small black gold umbrella in his right hand waved and slapped his left palm, a zhang away in front of him, Song Daoyun's right eye flashed with a resentful gaze, and he was looking at the hazy silver figure in mid-air, and when he saw Lin Shaoshao approaching, he just smiled and pretended to retract his gaze.

"Linggen is in front, you can only watch, it's really boring!" It was the young man who was covered in a thick black robe all over his body.

As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand suddenly poked into the sleeve of his robe, and when he swung it out again, he saw seven or eight pitch-black skulls fly out in an instant, and they all let out a sharp soul-shaking sound, attacking the five people in the field and Feng Renzheng, who had been eyeing him, and even one skull flew directly towards the cyan pony near the cyan crown.

"What are you doing?" Feng Renzheng roared angrily, he entered the Babel Pillar this time, there was no special purpose, in order to increase his experience, he also came to try his luck, but he didn't expect to meet the guy from the Black Soul Clan halfway.

The Netherworld Black Soul Clan and the Human Realm seal the Terran Clan's fellow cultivators. However, the Black Soul Clan majored in cultivating the soul, refining spiritual weapons with the soul, and improving the cultivation, so it was hated by many races, among which the human race was the most. Although the Fengren race uses the souls of the dead as a means of cultivation, it is also not liked by all races. And the two are jealous of each other, and the hatred stretches for thousands of years, and they are fighting to the death when they meet.

Feng Ren was seeing that the other party was suddenly in trouble, his right hand shook, and an antique copper bell flashed, and with a slight shock, a white mist face suddenly rushed out from the copper bell.

In the other direction, Luo Shan raised her hand, and a fiery red silk flew out like a fire dragon, rolling towards the cyan pony in the void, although she was practicing fire attribute exercises, she also wanted to obtain the wind spirit root to participate in the study.

He was not the only one who had the same thoughts, and the disciples of the other sects took action at this time, using their spiritual skills to forcibly take possession of the wind spirit root.

"It's a mess!" shouted Yun Siwei, "It's nonsense to do it like this!"

Underneath the cyan crown, the moment Nangong Yi struck at the skull, the sword qi above his head changed, and it actually divided into two sword qi, one round and one round, slashing in all directions, repelling Xu Zheng's crown phantom, the wisp of green wind of the hooded youth, and the pitch-black skull.

Xiang Wuyi didn't make any movement there, allowing the Void Sky Blade Shadow of Mudin Mountain to cut down, and then was pierced by the skull of the young man of the Black Soul Clan, but all this was like a mirror, and it didn't cause any harm to her, and the cloud above her head was even more ethereal, and it had a slight meaning of drifting away with the wind.

The cyan pony seemed to be blind to the various attacks that were coming, and his hesitant gaze turned on the two of them, and the next moment it shook like a cloud wing, and in an instant, the figure appeared above Nangong Yi's head, drilled in, and disappeared.

"This?"

Before everyone could react, their bodies suddenly lightened, and a whirlwind suddenly appeared under their feet, and the figures of everyone disappeared from the remaining half of the palace.

"It's a pity!" Wei Zhen secretly regretted Xiang Wuyi, and at the same time remembered Yun Si's last words - "This Nangong Yi is extremely powerful, the Northern Ling Sect can be described as a talent, although his senior brother Yan Ping started late, he has been called a sword cultivator, he understands the meaning of the differentiation of the 'Sun and Moon Sword Technique' at such a young age, and his future achievements will definitely not be lower than the latter." ”

When the footsteps settled, the previous Qingfeng world was long gone, and there was no one by his side, Wei Zhen raised his eyes to look, as if he was in a mirage, only to see pieces of broken flowers falling from the sky, and the root of this falling flower did not know where it was.

He slowly squatted down, wanting to pick up a petal and examine it carefully, but the endless petals touched the ground like rain falling on the sky and earth, leaving only a faint shadow of flowers.

"Where is this? so strange?" he raised his hand and fished for it, and finally grabbed a petal, which was very delicate in his hand, and put it on the tip of his nose, there was a trace of elegant fragrance.

When he took a second look, the petals had disappeared from his palm.

"Someone who is destined, you are here, and I will not wait for thousands of years in vain! I want my soul to return to my hometown, promise me!" The woman's voice rippled in her heart again.

Wei Zhen touched the ground with his hand, not disturbed by this sound, this place was too weird, he needed to find out as soon as possible to find a way out of here.

He took out his sword and plunged it straight into the ground, the tip of which stirred, bringing out a dark gray mass of dirt that was not anything but its color.

Wei Zhen still didn't give up, and dug three feet deep into the ground with the tip of his sword, but he also found nothing. He couldn't help frowning, there were dangers hidden everywhere in the Babel Pillar, and if he wasn't careful, he would die, and this world full of flowers would be no exception.

He got up and grabbed a petal again, placed it in his palm, and after only two breaths, the petal disappeared from his eyes strangely.

Wei Zhen stood in place and grabbed four or five petals one after another, but the result was like this. He was about to move forward, but his steps suddenly stopped in mid-air, and his eyes were shocked.

The place where he stared was the place where he had just dug with the Shura Sword, and in just a short moment, the three-foot hole that had just been dug by him was restored to its original state.

"Could it be that this dirt can heal itself?" Wei Zhen could barely believe his eyes.

He paused for a long time, a cool breath gradually rose in his heart, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore, he stepped forward and rushed forward, just wanting to meet Yun Si and the others as soon as possible and ask what was going on.

This world of flowers and rain is more difficult to distinguish the direction than the world of green winds, and the scenery is ordinary when you look at any direction.

After running a certain distance, Wei Zhen gradually calmed down, chose a direction, and walked in a straight line.

After running like this for nearly an hour, he still didn't see half a figure, and at this moment, this flower-like world no longer had half of the beauty in his heart, but directly revealed a compelling depression.