Chang Xin retracted her gaze and said lightly: "She has some kind of spiritual treasure on her body, which can block our line of sight. ”

This is the only way possible!

The others laughed, "Yes, how can Chu Mei'er be higher than our cultivation, she is just a waste spirit root, her cultivation speed is slow, and it is difficult to break through once." ”

"It should have been given to her by Elder Chen, I'm really envious."

Their discussion was not afraid of Chu Mei'er hearing it at all.

In the dead of night, Chu Mei'er finally got up, came to a place where the moonlight could shine, and continued to sit cross-legged on the ground to absorb the aura.

Her multi-spiritual root, as if there were four gluttons in her body, continued to devour the spiritual energy she absorbed.

This means that her cultivation is twice as effective with half the effort, and she needs to work four times harder than others to achieve the same effect.

It's no wonder that the Dorling Root is called a waste.

However, she made an unexpected discovery.

The aura stored in the Duoling Root is very strong, and it is less consumed in battle.

Therefore, in the same level, her combat power will be stronger.

There are pros and cons to this.

Chang Xin, who was not yet asleep, heard the movement and opened his eyes to take a look.

But seeing Chu Mei'er looking for a place to cultivate, she rubbed her eyes and stood up.

"Don't you sleep at night?"

Chu Mei'er stood in the moonlight, her skin was as white as jade, as if she had collected the essence of moonlight, even Chang Xin couldn't help but show an amazed gaze.

"Hmm." Chu Mei'er responded, and had no intention of communicating with her more.

Chang Xin didn't care, and sat beside her.

"Multi-line spiritual roots are extremely difficult to cultivate, until now, I haven't heard of the existence of multi-line spiritual root powerhouses, you cultivate so seriously, have you ever thought that maybe you are doing useless work."

Chu Mei'er frowned, "So what?" ”

With just four words, Chang Xin's next words came to his lips back.

Chang Xin hooked the corners of his mouth, got up and returned to the tent.

It's been a wasted day, and Chu Mei'er wants to find a chance to leave here.

She used her mental power to investigate, but found that some of those people were not asleep and were secretly spying on her movements.

She frowned slightly, always feeling that something was not quite right.

At...... Spying on her?

To be on the safe side, she didn't move and meditated all night.

Shanling Village is a mountain village located in a remote location.

Something strange has been happening here lately.

Poultry died inexplicably, their bodies shredded, and trees and crops inexplicably dried up and died.

After Chang Xin and his party entered the small village, they found that it was lifeless.

The doors of every house were closed, and there was not even the sound of chickens and dogs.

They were all Qi refining stage cultivators, and they couldn't detect the existence of the slightest demon cultivator, so they only felt that this small village was very weird.

And these, in Chu Meier's eyes, are full of black gas and death.

She raised her hand and gently touched the black silk thread suspended in the air, and the silk thread surged as if floating as she touched it.

What is it?

Chang Xin wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Find someone to ask about the situation first." ”

"Everybody go around and investigate."

Chang Xin's voice fell, and everyone dispersed in twos and threes.

For a while, Chu Meier was left alone.

She didn't notice that the others quickly disappeared, just looking up in one direction.

These black silk threads in the air are all heading in one direction.

She was dragged all the way on, and finally stopped in front of an inn.

In the inn, a figure in a black robe was facing away from her, sitting at the table and eating noodles.

"Oh? Foundation building period? The man's hoarse voice sounded slowly.