Everyone sat cross-legged around the Chaos Lapis Immortal Vine, quietly waiting for the day when the Immortal Vine would mature. Meng Huai also happened to find time to sit down and practice witchcraft, he felt that now his witchcraft cultivation had reached a bottleneck, since accepting the inheritance of the ancestral witch Zhurong, the cultivation of witchcraft for so long can be said to be a thousand miles a day, and now Meng Huai's witchcraft has surpassed the great witch, and it is already close to the gods and witches under the ancestral witch, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't break through that layer of obstacles.

Now that there is no one in the human race who cultivates witch power anymore, and all the witch spells handed down by the witch clan from ancient times have been lost, so even if Meng Huai encounters bottlenecks and difficulties in his cultivation, there is no one to guide him. At present, the only one he knows who can guide him is the shaman grandfather, the ancestral witch Gonggong, and there is no news at all. If he could get the Lapis Immortal Vine this time, Meng Huai planned to leave the Holy City and set off to find his grandfather.

At the same time that Meng Huai closed his eyes and cultivated his magic power, the two masked men in the original place were also looking at him. Since there were too many people present, maybe there would be an old monster hidden among the crowd, so the two of them didn't dare to make any outrageous moves, so they had to meditate and cultivate with everyone.

After about half a day in the world, the spiritual power on the mountain peak suddenly became stronger, and a colorful cloud formed on the top of the mountain. In the middle of the cloud is a funnel-like cavity, and the cloud is constantly rotating around the cavity. Everyone who was cultivating on the mountain peak felt this change, and with the continuous increase of spiritual power, cultivation was naturally twice the result with half the effort.

Meng Huai has been cultivating his magic power for half a month, and suddenly found that his magic power, which had been stagnant, had faintly improved this day. Don't underestimate this small improvement, maybe this is the key for Meng Huai to break through the obstacles and upgrade to a god witch. In the Wu Clan, in addition to the suppression of bloodline purity, the suppression of strength is the most terrifying. From the day of the birth of the Wu clan, the baptism of witchcraft began, and then from the cultivation of the lower witch, and then the middle witch, the upper witch, the great witch, the god witch, and finally the ancestral witch is no longer the level that can be achieved by cultivating witch power alone. Meng Huai originally wanted to continue cultivating, and in less than ten days, he would definitely be able to break through the threshold of the Great Witch and upgrade to the realm of gods and witches, so that he could use all the witch spells in the witch clan.

However, the spiritual power on the mountain peak has undergone such a change, and even a fool knows that this is a sign that the immortal vine is about to mature. Everyone opened their eyes almost at the same time, staring at the immortal vines that were surrounded in the center.

The young leaves on the fairy vines were green and shining, and they swayed back and forth as if they were alive. The fairy vine has only one main branch, and originally there were only young leaves on the main branch, and nothing else, but at this time, a small branch suddenly grew on the branch, and the small branch grew quickly to about two inches at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then a small branch was born. However, this twig did not grow, and after the last twig grew, the hollow in the middle of the five-colored clouds above the mountain top changed, and the clouds spun even faster.

As the clouds rotated, the light in the hole became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a dazzling pillar of multicolored light that fell straight down from the sky, just above the immortal vines on the mountain peak.

Feeling the spiritual power falling from the five-colored clouds, everyone was a little intoxicated. Meng Huai was the same, the spiritual power at this time was several times stronger than the spiritual power he felt when he entered the Qiankun Society Jitu Illusion Realm before.

The light of the five-colored pillar of light became brighter and brighter, and finally everyone present closed their eyes to resist the strong light. In this way, the five-colored pillar of light lasted for nearly half an hour, and finally dispersed with a light wave.

The pillar of light dissipated, and the strong light naturally disappeared with it, and everyone opened their eyes and looked at the green gold immortal vine again. At this time, the immortal vine has completely changed its appearance, all the leaves are no longer the original green, all have turned red gold, and even the main branches of the immortal vine have also turned red gold. However, everyone's eyes did not seem to fall on the main branch, but were attracted by a small green fruit hanging from the small branch at the top of the main branch.

The fruit hanging from the twig is green, which is out of place with the whole vine, but it is full of mystery. The fruit was no bigger than a three-year-old child's fist, and the whole fruit was surrounded by a layer of dense aura, and when that layer of aura looked carefully, it looked like there was a galaxy flowing above the nine heavens. Although it is only a small fruit, it is so holy that people can't help but want to swallow it in one bite.

"Haha, the Chaos Lapis Quaquat of this Chaos Lapis Immortal Vine is finally ripe, and you can become holy by eating it, and now it's mine!" One of the monks present saw the Chaos Lapis Mandarin taking shape, and jumped up to take this divine fruit for himself. However, the moment his palm touched the chaotic green kumquart, another lightning bolt struck, directly splitting his palm and his entire arm into flying ashes.

"Ah~, it hurts me to death, ah~" The monk was seriously injured by lightning in an instant, lost his arm, and rolled on the ground in pain. However, no one seemed to care whether he lived or died, and in the end, a monk who had been sitting next to the monk sealed his wounds, took him away from the immortal vine, and sat aside to recuperate.

One less competitor made many people present breathe a long sigh of relief, and if it weren't for this person's reckless behavior, maybe the bad luck might be themselves. After the first one to do it was directly cut off an arm, everyone didn't dare to make any more moves, for fear that the thunder would find them that day. Judging from the situation of the monk's injury just now, this arm should not be able to be reborn, this is a punishment from heaven, and there is no cure.

Everyone, including Meng Huai and Yu Xuzi, didn't dare to move anymore, so everyone's eyes looked directly at the chaotic green kumquat, such a divine object was placed in front of their eyes, within reach but could not be obtained, for all the monks who were determined to preach the Tao and mixed yuan, it was even more uncomfortable to die.

"Since everyone is afraid that the immortal vine will rain down heavenly punishment here, it is better to let the old man do it first, and let the old man try to see if he can pick the divine fruit for everyone. Old Man Huang Hua's words suddenly remembered at this time, and everyone's eyes suddenly shifted from Qingjin Xianju to him.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, I don't know what medicine is sold in this old fox's gourd. But no one dared to try to pick the green kumquat again, so he had no choice but to agree to the old man Huang Hua's proposal.

With everyone's tacit approval, the old man Huang Hua smiled, picked up the strange wooden stick in his hand, and then slowly walked in front of the green kumquat under the gaze of everyone. The old man Huang Hua stretched out his hand and slowly approached the green kumquat, and as the green kumquat in his palm got closer and closer, everyone's hearts were also grabbed tighter and tighter.

There was no sound on the mountain peak, and everyone stared at the old man Huang Hua, as his hand got closer and closer to the green kumquat for fear of another thunder from the sky. However, the reality backfired, the palm of the old man Huanghua supported the green kumquat underneath, and then something happened that made everyone feel unbelievable: the green kumquat actually fell off the fairy vine automatically and fell into the palm of the old man Huang Hua.

"What's the situation?" Everyone stared wide-eyed, especially the tendons, one eye was bigger than the other people's two eyes combined, and they didn't believe the reality that Old Man Huang Hua could pick the chaotic green kumquat at all.

The old man Huang Hua held the Chaos Green Quintat in his hand, looked around at the people present, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoists, since this Chaos Green Kumquat has been picked by the old Dao, then the old Dao will take it for himself, I don't know if you Daoist friends have any opinions?"

None of the monks present answered this question, after all, they were willing to pick it, although they were unwilling at that time, but they didn't want to take this risk, how can this be said? Now that Huang Hua has picked the green kumquat is a fact, if he starts to snatch it again at this time, wouldn't it be a little too unkind?

"Since everyone agrees, I will accept the old way, and I would like to thank you here. The old man Huang Hua said with a smile, and then the chaotic green kumquat disappeared after a flash of light in his hand, thinking that he should have received the treasure, and then the old man Huang Hua saluted everyone with a fist, and then turned into a smoke and left here.

"No, this old fox usually works behind people's backs, how can he be so active this time, there must be a ghost in this!" said Zhu Tendon first.

Another monk said, "Yes, there must be ghosts here, and this matter today is definitely not the style of Huang Hua's old ghost. ”

"Not good, chase after it. ”

Everyone seemed to think that this was a trap on the part of the old man Huang Hua, and felt that something was not quite right, and then chased in the direction that the old man Huang Hua left, and in the end, only Meng Huai, Yu Xuzi, two masked people, and another monk were left at the scene.