Spring goes to autumn, and there is no time for cultivation.

Three years is just a snap of a finger for a cultivator.

But for some busy people, the scale is still quite obvious.

For example, Xiao Jue.

Inside the cave, he cautiously looked at the small purple sword bathed in the flames.

burst out with thunder, and the lines on the surface were constantly obvious under the scorching of the flames.

He also had to carefully avoid these natural patterns and add his own patterns to the empty space.

This process is extremely consuming of divine thoughts.

And that's just a mouthful.

In the past three years, Xiao Jue has repeated this process one hundred and seven times, and this is the one hundred and eighth time.

The component of the purple sword is naturally the incomparably cherished Thunder Immortal Wood.

In terms of volume, I don't know how much smaller it is than the flying sword made of thunder wood, but in terms of texture, it is a few streets.

In addition to the need to construct the sword array, Xiao Jue also thought of what Venerable Zixiao said, and added some of his own thoughts.

Although he hadn't experienced the formation of the sword formation yet, he was afraid that he had already partially broken away from the shell of the sword formation.

Airplanes!

As the last small sword took shape, the thunder and lightning on the Thunder Immortal Wood were straightened out, and there was a vague connection with the one hundred and seven flying swords hidden in his body.

With time, it gradually strengthens.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his spirit was extremely exhausted, and he relaxed.

Xiao Jue's body couldn't stand it anymore.

That's it, he couldn't rest yet, and hurriedly opened the cultivation of the Moon Immortal Vine Rattan Isolation Formation.

Lying on the edge of the pit, looking at the lines on it, there are changes, but not much.

Still unable to survive on behalf of the Moon Immortal Vine.

For a long time, Xiao Jue sat on the edge of the pit wordlessly, a little disappointed.

In three years, even the sky-high soil in the pit has been changed three times, and he didn't throw away the soil he dug up, and he vigorously paved his own medicine field, which can be regarded as waste utilization.

If it weren't for the fact that the system had always been fine, he would have probably begun to question the truth of what was said in the planting manual.

"Whew!" Unable to lie down on the edge of the pit, and even forgot to close the formation.

He fell asleep rarely.

Click! Click! Click!

The sound of cutting something rings in my ears.

In a daze, Xiao Jue walked towards the source of the sound, his body swaying.

The sound grew louder and louder, and gradually, he could even hear someone cursing.

"Damn the laurel tree, it's been cut down for hundreds of years, and it's finally fast.

When I cut you down, I will use you as firewood.

These abominable rattans, cut them off for me. ”

As he got closer, Xiao Jue gradually felt that the voice was a little loud and a little shocking.

It's like attending a wedding banquet in a previous life, sitting next to the stereo, and feeling that the organs in the body are shaking.

Could this be a human voice?

Is it so powerful?

Then, there is an incomparably thick and tall laurel tree.

The laurel tree is so high that you can't see the vertex.

Or rather, the apex goes straight into the darkness, and ordinary people can't see it at all.

But such a behemoth laurel tree is constantly trembling at the moment, and the trembling frequency is synchronized with the sound of felling.

Someone can't be cutting this laurel tree, right?

No, this can't be considered a human being, right?

This must at least be a father-like figure to shake this sky-high laurel tree.

As for hundreds of years, ordinary people who can live for hundreds of years.

And this laurel tree is also unusual, and the volume and height are secondary.

The body of the osmanthus tree is white and clear, obviously wooden, but it is the appearance of white jade, revealing a charm.

Getting closer, the sound of chopping mixed with cursing became terrifying, making Xiao Jue a little uncomfortable.

It feels like the organs are going to be shattered by the sound.

Suddenly, the sound of felling stopped.

Click!

An inexplicable feeling of oppression permeated the whole body.

At that moment, the behemoth laurel tree was finally unable to support it in the hundreds of years of felling, and it had a tendency to collapse.

The endless void above was cut open by the branches of the laurel tree under the tendency of the laurel tree to collapse.

What was revealed was endless chaos, storms, thunder, chaos, and flames descending.

The laurel tree fell, as if the world had lost its pillars, and destruction was imminent.

At a certain moment, he suddenly felt his heart suddenly tighten, as if someone was looking at him.

At this glance, he felt that he was about to die, suffocating to death.

Fortunately, his eyes quickly left, and he was able to breathe again.

The momentum of the collapse of the laurel tree was irreversible, Xiao never dared to get closer, his eyes stared at the trend of the collapse of the laurel tree, and he was fascinated.

He seemed to have caught something ethereal, but he couldn't catch it.

"What to see, this is what you can see!" The sound exploded and rumbled throughout the world.

Something was instantly interrupted by this voice, and Xiao Jue's head was stunned and he lost consciousness.

Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely felt as if something had fallen on him, and then he hid in his cuffs with great spirituality, as if he was afraid of being discovered by something.

"Whew!" In his sleep, Xiao Jue woke up suddenly.

Covered in cold sweat, the very real tearing sensation made him really feel like he was going to die.

When I looked up at the sky, it was already dark.

"You've been sleeping for a month!!" The familiar voice pulled Xiao Jue back to reality.

When did this woman come?

Xiao didn't care if he was in the cave mansion or not, he closed the formation, and in order to prevent the existence of loopholes like Senior Sister Qingming, he even got rid of Zixiao Venerable and attached a spatial partition.

The person who can come in will only be a Venerable who is proficient in space, and there will only be one person in this Zixiao Peak.

Zixiao Venerable.

Two long legs as slender as a white snake are entangled, and there seems to be some support under the buttocks, as if sitting on a chair.

Zixiao just sat out of thin air.

Newton's coffin board couldn't be pressed.

"Peak Master!"

"You are really powerful, it took less than three years to feed the Moon Immortal Vine, although there is still a long way to go before it grows, but at least there is hope."

"Impossible," Xiao Jue shook his head, he knew best what progress he had, and then turned his head to look, his eyes were deeply attracted and he couldn't move away.

At the top of the rattan of the original bare pole, there was a very inconspicuous, moon-white bulge the size of a grain of rice.

It's not big, but it's exciting enough.

And you can vaguely feel a mysterious force that ignores the isolation of the formation and descends from the heavenly dome, falls on the rattan, and is injected into the bulge.

"!!" His head was bloodshot and he stood up.

The Moon Immortal Vine, which has not been cultivated for three years, sprouts at this moment, and this special sense of accomplishment can no longer be described as super doubled.

[Obtain the 'Water Emperor Sutra' (high-grade upper grade)]

Zixiao was on the side, just watching, she was also very happy.

"This is my reward for you.

It's a recognition of you.

The next thing you have to do is to make this moon fairy vine bloom, what is needed, tell me. A piece of jade slip fell beside Xiao Jue.

Xiao Jue took it and nodded.

"I'll do it."