"There is an aura in such a low-level small world."

The old man named Matsuki took a deep breath, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

"The aura is not strong enough, it should be called vitality. But even so, it was enough to nourish many immortal cultivation seeds. ”

A high-level monk can roughly judge the level of a world based on the laws of space alone.

In general, the lower the world, the stronger the suppression of the high-level monks, which is a means of self-protection for the world.

Otherwise, any monk who came to the low-level world would be able to sweep away all the creatures in it.

The cultivation of the three Earth Dark Sect cultivators was all in the Foundation Building Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm, and it was easy to perceive the suppression of them by this world.

"According to the confession of the monk of the Chenghua Sect who took refuge in my sect many years ago, there is a small world of people in Nanhe Prefecture, there are many mortals, but there is not much aura, it should be here."

Among the three was a woman, whose clothes were embroidered with delicate bird patterns, and said lightly with her lips open, her voice tactful and melodious, revealing a charm.

"Don't have a lot of aura?"

Matsuki snorted lightly, "In such a vast world, it is definitely not simple for the aura to have such a degree. ”

"If what that person is telling is the truth, then it is obvious that Cheng Huazong must have been injecting spiritual energy into this small world."

"You also saw that day, there was a large influx of spiritual energy in the space-time rift, and the old man guessed that it was introduced from the spiritual vein."

The sturdy man pursed his lips, "Cheng Huazong actually did such a laborious thing, but they were willing to do it." ”

"It must be to replenish manpower, Chenghua Sect lost a lot of monks in the Great War a thousand years ago."

Matsuki sneered, "No wonder their monks have grown so fast over the years, it turns out that this is the reason." ”

"From the old man's point of view, this small world has been basically cultivated, and there will only be more and more mortals with spiritual roots in the future. If this continues, it will become a great disaster! ”

Speaking of this, his face became gloomy, "Not good, this is very bad!" ”

The stout man nodded vigorously, "Elder Songmu is right, my Earth Dark Sect cultivator is so superb, but he can only be trapped on an island with few spiritual veins, and there is no small world like this. ”

Elder Matsuki chuckled and said, "Hiiragi-kun, don't worry, sooner or later, we will take this small world for ourselves and provide a steady stream of monks for our clan." ”

"And the mortals here can also become our blood food."

"Elder Pinewood is wise!"

"Yes, sooner or later, there will be such a day!"

The three of them looked at each other and laughed in unison, startling countless birds.

……

Ten days passed in a flash, and it was time to return to the sect.

Zhao Lin set off before dawn and quietly left Yongning City.

Rushed to Sanshan Island along the same road, joined a group of visiting monks, and returned to the Xuanyuan Continent by spiritual boat.

In less than a day, I returned to the spiritual temple.

At the beginning of the new year, most of the old disciples who have completed three years of cultivation are sent to other counties, and some of them stay in the county to do things and engage in different industries according to their personal Taoist practice.

There are also a few disciples who choose to stay in the spiritual monastery and continue to practice the Dao, preparing to become disciples or deacons.

There are a lot of new disciples in Hanchi County this year, and the small world alone has contributed thirty-six young people with spiritual roots, and there are also thirty people in Nanhe Prefecture, adding up to nearly seventy people.

According to Elder Chuangong, the other eight small worlds have also unearthed a lot more disciples than in previous years.

However, Zhao Lin didn't pay too much attention to these things, and his mind was all on cultivation.

Now his cultivation is at the peak of the second layer of qi refining, and he has just reached a small level, which is suitable for taking that chalcedony pill and using it on the blade.

In order to devote himself to the breakthrough, Zhao Lin and the Elder Chuangong applied for a practice room, and the retreat hit the third layer of Qi refining.

Monk retreat refers to the practice of practicing in an enclosed space for a long time.

The six roots are pure, focused on practice, and have no contact with the outside world at all. In this extreme state, the human body can maximize its potential.

In the early stage of Qi refining, there is only a small level between each layer, and it is only ten days and a half months of retreat at most.

When it comes to the great realm of impacting the foundation, the Purple Mansion, and the Jindan, it is easy to retreat for months or even years.

Zhao Lin walked into the practice room, closed the stone door, took out the chalcedony pill, looked at it for a while, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The medicinal power of the chalcedony pill was extremely violent, and as soon as it was taken, a strong medicinal power gushed out.

The medicinal properties contain a large amount of vitality in the two elements of water and wood, and the vigorous vitality hovers near the spine, repeatedly washing like a pouring rain.

After a while, Zhao Lin felt a tearing sensation in the depths of his spine, as if a seed had taken root and sprouted inside.

Extending upwards from the lower part of the spine, it continues to accumulate strength.

This pain was nothing to Zhao Lin, and after about a stick of incense, his spine was like a fire, especially the four spirit root joints became extremely painful.

Just when Zhao Lin thought it would last for a long time, a spiritual light rushed straight to the Heavenly Spirit Gai. Immediately after, a brand-new spiritual root festival broke through the ground!

The newly born spirit root nodes are translucent, light blue in color, and are not condensed enough compared with the original four spirit root nodes.

This is a normal phenomenon, after all, it is only a temporary condensed spiritual root knot, not oneself.

"Okay, it went well!"

Zhao Lin exhaled slowly, trying to perform gong and absorb the aura around his body.

There is one more spiritual root joint, and the speed of absorbing spiritual energy is at least thirty percent faster than the original, an unprecedented experience.

"It's no wonder that the cultivation of the high-grade spiritual root is so fast, and the effect is immediate."

Zhao Lin clenched his fists, and his eyes flashed with joy.

The Five Spiritual Root Festival means that in the following month, you will temporarily have the talent of a high-grade spiritual root.

It can be imagined what it would be like if it was an earth-grade spiritual root.

It's a good time to spend this month.

Zhao Lin sat down cross-legged and began to make his moves.

Because of absorbing the spirit of the pipa catfish, Zhao Lin can unscrupulously impact the spiritual aperture, and even if he is injured, he can recover quickly, and he does not leave a dark injury.

Before I knew it, a day passed, two days, three days......

In the early morning of the fourth day, there was a soft sound of "collapse" in the body, and the twenty-fifth acupuncture point rushed open.

"The third layer of qi refining!"

Zhao Lin opened his eyes excitedly, and casually used an ice knife technique, only to feel that the spiritual power in his body was much stronger than before.

Don't look at it as just a spiritual acumen, which means that the cultivation has been improved by one level, and the quantitative change leads to the qualitative change.

With the same spell, the mana transfer speed and durability time were both increased by one level compared to before.

When you reach the third level of Qi refining, you can cast spells to the first level of mastery.

However, Zhao Lin was not in a hurry to upgrade the spell, he was currently practicing in the Spirit Dao Academy, and he didn't have to worry about the safety of his breath, even if he cultivated to the proficient level, he had nowhere to use it, and it was not easy to explain if he accidentally exposed his feet.

Out of the practice room, the sky just spit out fish and spit white.

Zhao Lin returned to his residence, boiled more than half a catty of spiritual rice to supplement the consumption of these days, and after dawn, he came to the Spiritual Daoist Academy's Chuan Gong Hall.

Coincidentally, today is the day to choose Taoism. (End of chapter)