There was no need for Chen Mo to perceive it subtly, everything around him poured into his mind on its own.

Thirty feet and ninety feet three inches away from him, among the weeds, a black ant the size of a fingernail suddenly stopped, and wiped its tentacles with its forefoot.

There are many small holes on the surface of the antennae, so you can feel the smell, and if you rub it, you will be much more sensitive.

With a few flicks of its tentacles, the black ant quickly crawled in one direction, and after a while, it found its food, which was a drop of dried blood.

And so on, I don't know how many.

Chen Mo restrained his mind and was not disturbed by external objects, and the qi sword was integrated into his body and soul, and the strong feeling of swelling and pain made him not allow him to concentrate all his spirit.

As his mind quickly focused, he suddenly found that the operation of Wanmu Changchun Jue became more and more smooth and satisfactory.

With full effort, the eleventh and twelfth plants... It wasn't until the twenty-first ancient tree emerged that Chen Mo was no longer able to support it.

Moreover, he also clearly felt that as long as his spiritual power was enough, he could condense more ancient trees.

"Is this the benefit of the improvement of the spiritual root Dao quality?"

Chen Mo was slightly happy in his heart, and at the same time, he also found that the meridian operation map in his mind had never been clearer.

Among them, there are two middle cycles of the nine-vein furnace and one small circulation of the three-vein fusion, with a total of 21 meridians.

These twenty-one meridians are the most obvious in Chen Mo's induction, all emitting a slight light, the light flickers on and off, and with the change of light, these twenty-one meridians will vibrate slightly, as if breathing.

With the light fading and the meridians vibrating, there was no need for Chen Mo to run the Yuan Cultivation Technique, and the rich heaven and earth aura in the central realm frantically poured into his body.

The spiritual power produced by refining the spiritual energy in this way was directly in the form of a dense mist, and I don't know how many times richer and purer than his previous spiritual power.

Seeing this, Chen Mo was overjoyed and his spirit was uplifted, and the pain of the Qi Sword Cutting Body seemed to have been reduced a lot.

Just when he had already begun to enjoy this 'suffering', the 'Qi Sword' in the Qi Sea Dantian had already been exhausted.

The light of the meridians in his mind gradually dimmed, the amplitude of the vibration gradually weakened, and the speed and power of absorbing the spiritual power of heaven and earth weakened, and the purity and condensation of the transformation were far inferior to before.

Obviously, that section of the Root Refining Herb had obviously been completely refined, but it was not enough to improve the Dao quality of his spiritual root.

Chen Mo was originally a person with a strong temperament, and after weighing it in his heart, he had a plan, and while the effect of refining the root of the Xuancao had not completely dissipated, he folded a small piece again and threw it into his mouth.

As the Root Refining Grass sank into the Qi Sea Dantian, the Qi Sword once again washed Chen Mo's body and soul, and the meridian movement diagram in Chen Mo's mind became clear again...

Time flies, a few days pass in a flash, during which Chen Mo was once again pulled into a mysterious space, but Chen Mo flashed out the next moment and continued to refine the root Xuancao.

this day.

There were green points of light floating in the sky on the first layer of the Dual Realm, making the whole world look like it was still green.

The colorful glare in the sky was still there, indicating that there was still some time before the end of the central realm.

The ninety-foot-long vine demon python independently absorbed the spiritual power emanating from Chen Mo's body, hovering and protecting it firmly in the center.

The pair of long, narrow and bevelous pupils that stood up looked at Chen Mo, who had already swallowed the last section of the Refining Root Grass, from time to time, and silently guarded it.

Maybe even if the demon beast turns into a spirit, it can't learn the shrewdness of a cultivator, it doesn't know how to take the opportunity to escape or kill Chen Mo, it has a promise, it will guard it one by one, until a hundred years, a thousand years, until it achieves a dragon or Chen Mo dies...

Finally, this last blade of grass had also been swallowed and refined by Chen Mo, and the meridians in his body were bright, and every flicker made this light almost penetrate Chen Mo's body, and every vibration had to drive almost every inch of his skin.

I don't know when, the meridians in the meridian operation diagram in his mind have expanded dozens of times, in addition to the twenty-seven main veins needed to build the foundation, there are countless small veins.

These veins gradually condensed into the form of a baby under the action of refining the root and the grass, and as the light lit up, the meridians trembled, and this 'baby' seemed to be breathing.

The congenital one qi becomes three talents, and the sympathetic yin and yang form the holy fetus.

Chen Mo knew that he had reached the key to condensing the Holy Fetus, as long as there was one more Refining Root Xuancao Blade, he would be able to completely stabilize the meridians, thus condensing into the Holy Fetus, and the spiritual root Dao product he was would be directly authentic.

At that time, although his spiritual root Dao products are not as good as Yan Lingshi, Zhu Youhuan, and Vientiane first-class geniuses, they are also superior, and they are even close to senior brother Ye Piaoling.

Sensing that the 'holy fetus' in his body began to slowly dissipate, Chen Mo felt a sense of loss in his heart, the holy fetus was not successful, all his previous efforts had been wasted, and if he wanted to get the immortal fruit, he was afraid that it would be difficult.

"What the hell should I do?"

Chen Mo asked himself over and over again, and one thought after another flashed in his mind, and he abandoned them one by one.

"Could it be that I am really destined to be unable to condense the Holy Fetus, and I am destined to have no chance with the Immortal Fruit?"

Chen Mo's heart suddenly rose with a deep unwillingness, all along, he had been fed up with the restrictions of the spiritual root Dao products...

If his spiritual root Dao product was a little better, only a little bit, he would have already condensed the holy womb at this time.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the grass roots that were originally going to be planted and cultivated to refine the roots, and his eyes were happy.

But then his eyes were a little hesitant.

For the sake of insurance, the best choice at the moment is naturally to leave the grass roots, plant the refining root Xuancao, and it will be long in the future, and it is not a problem to get ten or eight root refining Xuancao, and Dadao Dan can be eaten as beans... It's just that he doesn't have time at the moment.

Now, he has to make a choice.

Is it a desperate gamble to swallow the grass roots to see if it can condense the holy fetus, or to be on the safe side, collect the grass roots and find a way to plant them in the mysterious space in the future.

The holy fetus was dissipating rapidly, and there was not much time left for Chen Mo.

After a slight groan, Chen Mo's heart was sideways, he made a decision, glanced at the grassroots, and swallowed it without hesitation.

The future is too uncertain, and he chooses to seize the present.

As the grass roots sank into the belly sea dantian, the qi sword, which was more powerful and sharp than before, suddenly overflowed and merged into Chen Mo's body.

At this moment, the meridian movement diagram in Chen Mo's mind was full of light, and it almost broke out of his body, but then it disappeared again.

"Still can't you?"

Chen Mo's heart was cold, and a burst of loss rose in his heart, but he never refused to admit defeat, even if the holy fetus did not succeed, he wanted his natal spirit plant to go further.

Sensing that the natal spirit plant was also trembling slightly, and the natal halo was constantly flickering under the influence of the holy fetus, as if he was trying his best to break through the extreme confinement of nine zhang and nine inches, Chen Mo ran the Wanmu Changchun Jue crazily.