Without Chen Mo's subtle perception, everything around him poured into his mind independently.

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

There are many small holes on the surface of the antennae, which can feel the smell. If you rub it lightly, the sensing will be much more sensitive.

The tentacles swung slightly for a few times, and the black ant crawled quickly in one direction. Soon, they found its food, which was a drop of dry blood.

There are countless such things.

Chen Mo calmed down his mind and was not disturbed by external objects. The Qi sword merged into the body and soul. The strong swelling and pain made him not concentrate all his energy.

As he quickly focused his energy, he suddenly realized that the Wanmu Changchun Art was running more and more smoothly.

With all his strength, the eleventh plant, the twelve plant... It was not until the twenty-first ancient tree appeared that Chen Mo could no longer support it.

And he also clearly felt that as long as he had enough spiritual power, he could condense more ancient trees.

"Is this the benefit of improving spiritual root Taoist qualities?"

Chen Mo was slightly happy, and at the same time he also found that the diagram of the meridians in his mind became clearer than ever before.

Among them, there are two middle circulators in the nine meridian furnace and one small circulator with three meridians blending, with a total of twenty-one meridians.

These twenty-one meridians are the most obvious in Chen Mo's sense of consciousness, and they emit a slight light, and the light flashes and dimness. As the light changes, these twenty-one meridians will vibrate slightly, just like breathing.

As the light disappeared and the meridians vibrated, Chen Mo did not need to use the Yangyuan Jue to operate, and the rich spiritual energy of the heaven and earth in the central realm surged into his body crazily.

The spiritual power generated by refining the spiritual energy in this way was actually in a thick fog. I don’t know how much more intense and purer than his previous spiritual power.

Seeing this, Chen Mo was overjoyed and excited. The pain of the Qi sword cutting his body seemed to have been relieved a lot.

Just as he had already begun to enjoy this "pain", the "qi sword" in the Qihai Dantian had been exhausted.

The light of the meridians in my mind gradually dimmed, the amplitude of the vibration gradually weakened, the speed and power of absorbing the spiritual power of heaven and earth were weakened, and the pure and concise transformation was far less than before.

It is obvious that that section of the root-refining Xuancao has obviously been completely refined, but it is not enough to improve the Taoist qualities of his spiritual roots.

Chen Mo was originally a tough person, but after a little consideration, he had a certain plan. While the effectiveness of the root refining mysteries had not yet completely dissipated, he turned it a short piece and threw it into his mouth.

As the root-refining mystic grass sinks into the Qihai Dantian, the Qi sword washes Chen Mo's body and soul again, and the meridian operation diagram in Chen Mo's mind becomes clear again...

Time flies, and a few days pass by in a flash. During this period, Chen Mo was once again pulled into a mysterious space, but Chen Mo flashed out the next moment and continued to refine the root-refining mysterious grass.

This day.

The sky at the first level of the Second Realm is floating in the sky, making the whole world still look green.

The colorful lights in the sky remain, indicating that there is still some time before the end of the central realm.

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

The pair of narrow and monster pupils raised from time to time looked at Chen Mo, who had already swallowed the last part of the root-refining grass, and silently protected him.

Perhaps even if the monster turns into spirit, it will not learn the cleverness of the cultivator. It does not know how to take the opportunity to escape or kill Chen Mo. Since it has made a promise, it will protect it until a hundred years or a thousand years, until it becomes a dragon or Chen Mo dies...

Finally, the last piece of grass leaf had been swallowed and refined by Chen Mo. The meridians in his body were bright, and every flashing made almost the light penetrate Chen Mo's body. Every vibration would drive almost every inch of his skin.

At some point, the meridians in the meridian operation diagram in his mind had expanded dozens of times. In addition to the twenty-seven main meridians required for foundation building, there were also countless small meridians.

Under the action of root-refining Xuancao, these meridians gradually condense into the form of a baby. As the light fades, the meridians tremble. This "baby" seems to be breathing.

The innate Qi becomes three talents, and the sympathetic Yin and Yang form a holy fetus.

Chen Mo knew that he had reached the key to condense the holy fetus. As long as there was another leaf of the root-refining mysterious grass, he could completely stabilize the meridians and condense into the holy fetus. The spiritual roots and Taoist qualities he was directly the Tao.

At that time, although his spiritual roots and Taoist qualities are not as good as Yan Lingshi, bamboo and bamboo, and all things, he is also of the best, even close to his senior brother Ye Piaoling.

He realized that the "holy fetus" in his body began to slowly dissipate. Chen Mo felt a sense of loss. The holy fetus failed. All his previous efforts were wasted. Moreover, if he wanted to obtain the immortal fruit, he would probably have many difficulties.

“What should I do?”

Chen Mo asked himself over and over again, and thoughts kept flashing in his mind and were abandoned one by one by one.

"Are you really destined to be unable to condense the holy fetus and do not have the fate of the immortal fruit?"

Chen Mo suddenly felt a deep reluctance in his heart. He had always been fed up with the restrictions of the spiritual root Taoist qualities...

If his spiritual roots and Taoist qualities were slightly better, only a little bit, he would have already condensed the holy fetus at this time.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the grassroots that were originally planning to plant and cultivate root-refining grass, and he was delighted.

But then his eyes were a little hesitant.

To be on the safe side, the best choice now is to leave grass roots and plant root-refining mysterious grass. The future is long, and it is not a problem to get ten or eight root-refining mysterious grass. He can eat it as a bean...but he doesn't have time at the moment.

Now, he has to make a choice.

Should we take a desperate bet and swallow the grass roots to see if we can condense the holy fetus; or to be safe, we should put away the grass roots and find ways to plant them in a mysterious space in the future.

The holy fetus is dissipating quickly, and Chen Mo has less time left.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Mo made a decision, took a look at the grass roots, and swallowed them in one bite without hesitation.

The future is too variable, so he chooses to seize the present.

As the grass roots sank into the Dantian of the Abdomen, the sharper Qi sword suddenly overflowed and merged into Chen Mo's body.

At this moment, the light of the meridian movement map in Chen Mo's mind rose, almost breaking out of his body, but then it disappeared again.

"Is it still not possible?"

Chen Mo's heart was chilling, and a burst of loss arose in his heart, but he never refused to admit defeat. Even if the holy fetus failed, he would still take the lead in his natal spiritual planting.

He noticed that the natal spiritual plant was trembling slightly, and the natal halo was also flashing constantly by the holy fetus, as if he tried his best to break through the extreme shackles of nine feet and nine inches, Chen Mo started to rush to the Wanmu Changchun Art.
Chapter completed!