The turquoise light is pouring in towards the pastoral at a tidal speed.

Compared with the rest of the people, Mu Yu was comfortably soaked in the pool, enjoying the vast and majestic essence energy in the water of Tianchi.

"Huh~~" like a hidden dragon's breath came out, Mu Yu tilted his head slightly, and his fair face was like a red apple.

After looking inward, Mu Yu has been looking at the spiritual root that is gradually becoming brighter, and a lot of impurities have been removed, and after more than half a month, the spiritual root is close to the edge of the third grade.

Mu Yu groaned secretly in his heart, reached out a hand, and grabbed it towards the void, and a trace of blue-green light surged towards his palm, like a whale swallowing speed, along the specific meridians of Mu Yu's arm, slowly flowing, and finally merging into the spiritual root of the spine.

"Hum!" the vast energy filled the sky, causing the entire world to tremble.

It is impossible to imagine how rich the Tianchi energy around Mu Yu's body is.

A little, the originally blue sky and blue ground were completely filled and covered by the blue-green mist, and even the herdsman himself in the waterhole disappeared into this haze and was completely wrapped.

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Before the pale blue ban leading to the location of the pastoral language, the disciples still did not stop attacking.

However, perhaps sensing that even if they tried their best, they couldn't help the light blue prohibition, and some of the disciples who were familiar with the formation sat cross-legged in front of the prohibition, patted the storage bag, and took out a large number of materials for the formation.

And the cold woman also sat down cross-legged, and as soon as her fair-skinned wrist was raised, a silver array flew out, and after a few laps in the space, it suddenly skyrocketed, turning into a silver sun, suspended above the cold woman's head, and falling down with a bright moon-like light.

The cold woman is not involved in the formation, although she does not dabble much, however, the array disc magic weapon suspended above her head is surprisingly powerful, and in terms of grade, it is no less than the spiritual treasure of the day after tomorrow.

The cold woman raised her wrist, raised two fingers, and suddenly pointed towards the array disk magic weapon, and suddenly, a vast energy spread out from the array disk magic weapon, causing the surrounding space to be slightly distorted, rippling out small spatial ripples.

The formation is imperceptibly influencing the magic circle arranged by the pastoral language.

Not only the cold woman, but also the rest of the Kunling disciples who had dabbled in the formation also sacrificed the magic array, trying to disintegrate the 'array' of pastoral language.

Time passed like water, quietly passing through the fingers.

A month and a half later, the spiritual root of the pastoral language has successfully transformed to the third-grade level.

After stepping into the third grade of the spiritual root, Mu Yu ended a period of retreat, opened his eyes, looked at the vast blue-green mist around him, and silently carried out the exercises, guiding the energy in the blue-green mist into his body.

As a result, the absorption speed of pastoral language has skyrocketed more than twice compared to the past!!

It is equivalent to one hour, one day of penance, which is equivalent to two hours, two days, or even longer!!

"The gap between the second-grade and the third-grade spiritual root is particularly obvious, I don't know how big the gap between the fourth-grade and the third-grade should be?" said Mu Yu murmured softly, as if asking himself.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Mu Yu let out a soft sigh, and his eyes shone through the turquoise mist, as if he had seen through it.

Mu Yu sensed some changes in the circle, and a vague fluctuation became slightly more violent.

"It seems that they made a move?" the corners of Mu Yu's mouth raised slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Mu Yu knows very well that if he does this, he will undoubtedly become the target of public criticism.

Bad people practice and kill their parents.

Of course, the shepherds did not do this enough to achieve this.

But it will still be, and the rest of the sect disciples who have entered the Kunling Tianchi will hold grudges and resentments, and when they go out, they will inevitably appeal to the head and their own masters.

However, the pastoral language has been forced to have no choice.

I finally got a chance to enter Kunling Tianchi, and Mu Yu didn't know what year and month he would enter Kunling Tianchi next time.

After all, Chongshan Zhenren is not Li Jingbei, but a person who joined Kunling Sect halfway, similar to a high-ranking guest secretary, and Li Jingbei, aside from the rumors of the so-called illegitimate son of the previous head of the outside world, is genuine, the junior brother of the current head.

The master is like a father, and the younger brother is naturally like his own younger brother.

For example, Li Jingbei's eldest disciple is not even in the top fifteen on the Kunzi list, but he can always enter the Kunling Heavenly Pond to practice......

And that's just part of the gap!

Therefore, Mu Yu had to do everything he could and all the means to improve his cultivation.

There is another one, although the pastoral language is very resentful of doing this, in addition to going out, it is very likely that he will be punished by the criminal court. But if a master comes forward to intercede, presumably the sect will not punish Mu Yu too much because of this matter.

If the spiritual root soared from the second rank to the fourth grade before Mu Yu left, then the sect torture hall would not blame it too much.

Because, even with the scale of the Kunling Sect, the owners of the four-grade spiritual root are rare and pitiful, which means that those who have this spiritual root have a great chance of breaking through to the Yudan stage in this life, and even pursuing the unattainable Yuan Infant Stage, they have some confidence!

............

The shepherd walked out of the waterhole and crouched down beside a flag that hung in the air.

Mu Yu recited the incantation, bit his index finger, and spurted a stream of blood, pouring it into the flag.

Suddenly, the originally slightly floating array flag suddenly became still, looking at it, Mu Yu's eyes flashed slightly, and after a while, he got up again and burrowed into the hot puddle.

In this way, more than a month has passed, and in the blink of an eye, it is almost the second month.

On the other side of the mountain, the cold woman had already given up, and with a flick of her wrist, the suspended silver array flew back and landed in her palm. It's just that a pair of beautiful eyes that were originally cold have become a little cold.

.........

The blue-robed monk stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the light blue prohibition in front of him with a calm face, and slowly, his lips opened, and he uttered words that were not as indifferent as his face: "Don't let me know who you are, otherwise you ......"

.........

Scenes like this one are happening more or less on the side of the rest of the monks.

Everyone was angry and hated the monk on the other side of the mountain, but they were helpless. After all, in terms of formation, they still lack enough strength.

.........

.........

Towards the end of the second month, the pastoral language ended the retreat again.

got up from the waterhole, fiddled with the array flag and the formation plate again, and only after the formation he had arranged became stable again, did he retract into the pool.

This time, however, the shepherd hesitated.

After almost two months of retreat and penance, although the surroundings of the waterhole where Mu Yu was located were filled with a large amount of special aura, his spiritual root qualification successfully jumped from the second rank to the third grade.

However, after looking inside, it was found that when it came to the third-grade spiritual root, the speed of breaking through to the fourth-grade spiritual root was obviously much slower.

After more than a month of training, he only got to the point of making an inch.

Mu Yu's heart was also secretly anxious, because judging by this speed, once the three-month period was up, he who concentrated most of the energy of Kunling Tianchi would probably not be able to make his spiritual root jump to the level of four grades.

After muttering for a long time, Mu Yu picked up a storage bag from the shore and patted it gently, and suddenly, a small black jar appeared.

A small black jar was soaked in water, and at the bottom of the jar, a simple group of spirit gatherings was depicted.

Gradually, the blue-green mist that permeated the surroundings suddenly branched out and surged towards the small black jar at the bottom of the pool, forming a thin whirlpool.

Mu Yu kept his eyes open and watched carefully without blinking.

A little, Mu Yu picked up the small black jar from the bottom of the pool, looked at the water that had turned turquoise, brought it to his mouth, tilted his head, and swallowed it.

"Bang!" The pure energy contained in the turquoise water liquid suddenly slashed through Mu Yu's body.

Mu Yu frowned slightly, opened his mouth, spit out a large mouthful of white turbidity, and hurriedly meditated, silently using the exercises.

The energy essence contained in the water liquid flows in all directions along the meridians in the pastoral body.

The hot feeling suddenly filled all of Mu Yu's will, and in the blink of an eye, he was covered in sweat, mixed with the pool of water, and did not distinguish between them.

The slightest white mist floated out along the pores of the pastoral language, and the smell was stinky, as if the impurities had turned into a fog, and were forced out by the energy contained in the turquoise water.

While silently carrying out the exercises, Mu Yu looked inward, and slowly, Mu Yu's eyebrows raised slightly: There is a play!

Compared with the previous speed of removing impurities and increasing the spiritual root, after being strengthened by the small black tank, the energy contained in the water liquid is more than one or two times more than the concentration that it actively absorbs!

"What kind of thing is this little black jar, and it has so many wonderful functions...... "The shepherd said as if confused.

Previously, Mu Yu had speculated that there should be a closed 'world' in this small black jar, and in this 'world', a large number of special spiritual energy was stored, but whenever a foreign object entered the small black jar, it would trigger the door to that closed 'world', guiding a large number of special spiritual energy, refining and strengthening the quality of foreign objects.

Looking at the situation in front of us now, this speculation is not unfounded.

............

Shaking his head, Mu Yu suppressed this thought, slowly exhaled a breath, put the small black jar back to the bottom of the pool, closed his eyes again, and began to cultivate.

Outside, the engraved Bagua Taiji diagram leads to the side room of the Kunling Tianchi Palace.

Many elders of revered status gathered here, closing their eyes and pranayama, waiting for the disciples of each family to be born from the Kunling Heavenly Pond.

For the elders who have cultivated to the Dan stage, it is a blink of an eye, and each time they retreat, they can retreat for a few months, many years, or even decades, of varying lengths.

In the side room, Li Jingbei closed his eyes slightly, glanced at Chongshan Zhenren, and after a while, he said leisurely: "Kunling Tianchi has always been the most important treasure land of my sect. It is a cultivation holy weapon for cultivating genius disciples in the sect, especially the period of opening every ten years, and every quota is even more precious......"

Listening to Li Jingbei's words, Chongshan Zhenren slowly opened his eyes, looked at him, and asked bluntly: "What does Elder Li mean, do you think that it is too much pity to give such a precious place to my little apprentice, tyrannical things?"

"Hehe, I didn't say that, it's just your family's words. Li Jingbei said with a strange smile.

"What does Elder Li think, everyone's hearts are like a mirror, why hide it?" Chongshan Zhenren said indifferently.

Li Jingbei suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the face of Chongshan Zhenren with deep eyes, and said: "That's right, I think it's a pity to give such a precious place in Kunling Tianchi to a disciple surnamed Mu with second-grade inferior spiritual root qualifications!"

After hearing this, Chongshan Zhenren immediately smiled and asked rhetorically: "Although my disciple is a second-grade spiritual root, he is ranked on the Kunzi list, presumably Elder Li won't know about it, right?"

Li Jingbei snorted and said, "Although your disciple surnamed Mu is ranked higher than my eldest disciple on the Kunzi list, this does not represent the whole story, it can only be said that the current potential and strength of the disciple surnamed Mu are higher than my eldest disciple, however...... After all, his spiritual root is only second-grade inferior, and based on this alone, my eldest disciple's future cultivation potential is far stronger than that of his disciple surnamed Shepherd!"

Chongshan Zhenren frowned slightly, he really couldn't refute this.

After all, in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, the spiritual root qualification is really very important, even far more important than the amount of one's own comprehension and cultivation resources!

For example, if a person has a five-rank spiritual root, even if his qualifications are stupid, as long as he enters a regular immortal cultivation sect, even if he does not use any cultivation resources to assist him in his cultivation, and simply relies on exercises to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, this kind of cultivation speed is much faster than that of a third-grade spiritual root cultivator!!

If you are more intelligent, the gap like this will widen.

"Even if you enter the Kunling Heavenly Pond and retreat for three months, after being born, the spiritual root will be promoted to the third grade level at most, which is on par with my eldest disciple, if you give this place to my eldest disciple, maybe after this time, the spiritual root will suddenly jump to the fourth grade!" Li Jingbei said with some reluctance.

After hearing this, Chongshan Zhenren immediately smiled flatly, and said: "Fourth-grade, how can it be so easy? Otherwise, when Kunling Tianchi opens for ten years, only one disciple with the qualification of a third-grade spiritual root will be sent in at a time, and after staying for three months, won't he be directly promoted to the level of a fourth-grade spiritual root? In this way, after a hundred years, our sect will have ten more quasi-knot stage powerhouses." ”

Don't look at a hundred years is a long time, but a behemoth like Kunling Sect, standing on the top of the Qin land, has been no less than thousands, tens of thousands of years, and the longevity of a monk in the foundation building period is about five hundred years old, and the longevity of the Dan period is about eight hundred years old.