Chen Yu's thoughts were spinning, and his thoughts were ebbing and flowing. In fact, he was not in a hurry to stably produce the wreckage. The spiritual realm had just been completed, and there were still many places worthy of study.
It would be best to find a more effective method of condensing the debris in the near future, but there is really not much to gain, so it would be okay to use the old method of spacing it out for a longer period of time.
He is almost used to it when his soul explodes. He is becoming more and more skilled in recasting his soul body, which is not unrelated to this aspect.
After resting for a while, I picked a few fruits. The summer atmosphere is getting stronger. Recently, I have transplanted many fruit trees to the back of the mountain. They are lined up along the edge of the soil. Most of them have grown fruits of different sizes and shapes after being watered by the spiritual liquid.
The spiritual liquid cultivated twice was not bad in terms of nourishment and could make the plants grow faster. Now, he was already looking forward to the Yuanling roots in the medicine field. He didn't know how effective they would be after the third investment of spiritual energy.
Without asking for much else, just a breakthrough in nourishing and ripening is enough to satisfy Chen Yu.
"It is said that the light grass in the field was planted in mid-May, and it has been more than a month now."
He passed by the medicinal field holding the fruit, and when he took a bite, it overflowed with sweet juice. From the initial breeding and clever cultivation of Qingkong grass, it is now grown on a large scale, occupying a much larger area than before.
The green has faded and turned gray, and the core hangs from the top of the grass, swaying in the wind.
His eyes swept over it and he made an estimate in his mind. With such a quantity of Qingkong grass, the mature grass juice should be enough to create a floating field.
Wait another half month, and you will be able to harvest in mid-July at most.
From June to the present, I have not been able to spare much free time and energy. I have been busy exploring the outer world, spiritual amplification, purification, and grand formation... It is inevitable that the work in the fields will be idle.
"In the past half a month, only ten species have been transplanted, and most of them are fruit trees. Compared with the frequency of previous experiments, it is indeed much more relaxed."
However, it is precisely because of this that the ideas in my mind are not used much, but a lot of them are saved over time.
My mind wandered for a moment, and after a trance of light and darkness, the ocean appeared under my feet. The sky and the earth were hanging upside down, and huge waves rolled into the sky, as if a moist sea breeze was coming.
It is rare to come to this space again. Compared with the pitch black sky outside, the environment here, which is suspected to be a sea of consciousness, seems ethereal. There is no extreme oppression under the void that confuses all things, and the sensory feedback between entering and exiting is particularly relaxed.
The inspiration is gathered in one corner and shines in all directions.
The thoughts fluctuated, and the snow-white light spots floating under the water were gathered together to form a human body - these light spots had an inexplicable origin, and seemed to be related to consciousness.
I can't figure out the heel and foot, and I can only make it as far as I am now, no matter how deep or thin I am, I can't succeed.
But there are so many things I don’t understand, and it would be too tiring to get to the bottom of everything.
He walked on the waves and saw a lot, and the constant movement under his feet was not so shocking.
After getting closer, my mind wavered slightly, the waves shook, and my consciousness was like a gentle breeze, smoothing the waves where the inspiration was embedded.
Invisible force squeezed the water flow, and soon, a huge web of dancing spiritual light was woven between the spiritual machines and reflected in his eyes.
"One, two...one hundred and two!"
I have never been so full. I smiled like an old farmer with a full warehouse. I still remember that the last time I counted inspiration was in February. After four months, the number doubled.
Chen Yu sighed as he picked off one of the pieces. The dust-like spirit trembled sharply the moment it fell off, and expanded several times in the blink of an eye like a bright moon.
White and bright, the light color is soft.
Without waiting for him to look further, it shriveled up again in an instant, and in just a few breaths it became the size of a soybean again, dragging flames slowly swimming up and down the palms.
Looking up, the gem-like inspiration was interspersed and wrapped in countless fine mesh marks and bound in mid-air.
"When the floating field is completed and you can travel outside the mountain, it will be useful then."
It’s not about being quiet and restless, I just want to see more plants and try to cultivate special ones.
At present, there is no limit to the effect of Lingji. Different plants will still have different changes after being put in, rather than converging.
After lunch, we went to Yuntou to eat at Lingxia. The warm rays of light filled our stomachs, giving us a slight warmth and making us feel like we were bathed in the spring breeze.
He recently noticed that at the turn of the four seasons, the Lingxia between heaven and earth also has different flavors, which are very different from the past. There are even slight differences between this year and last year. This can only be achieved by tasting it many times day and night.
obtained, otherwise it would be difficult to discover.
However, the change in taste seems to be reflected only in the feeling of the food, and the effect remains the same, neither increasing nor decreasing.
After resting for a moment and putting down the burned bamboo slips, I suddenly remembered the formation on the other side.
"I don't know what's going on these days."
Chen Yu was not too worried. He considered the crowd gathered around the mountain beforehand and deliberately stored twenty spirit stones under the ground in the mountain and buried them in the core of the formation in case of emergency.
He didn't think anyone else could break the formation, at least there was no such expert in the mountain at this stage. Even if he awakened himself, gathered his energy, and even half-stepped into the extraordinary realm, he couldn't do it.
Only worrying about the problem of consumption, Yamashita is extremely spiritually lazy. If he hadn't transplanted some spiritual plants into the formation to activate stimulation, it would be difficult to use them.
The spiritual stones serve as fuel. If all the spiritual stones are consumed, it will be difficult to maintain the formation.
"It shouldn't happen unless the number of people arriving exceeds expectations."
Using the technique of riding the wind and transforming into a rainbow, the spiritual text flew like a butterfly. The next moment, it rose into the sky and turned into an indigo rainbow light and flew away.
I went to take a look first, and I just happened to find out about the spiritual realm. I have a few ideas that I am ready to try with the seeds of the soul in ordinary people.
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Nameless mountains, in the middle of the formation.
The two people from Jindaomen were finally rescued. Yu Qi fiercely tugged on the collar of the shirt of the old man and the middle school man. The two men closed their eyes tightly and looked a mixture of red and white on their faces.
A group of people gathered around and were discussing.
I heard from Yu Laodao that after entering the thicker white fog in front of me, it did become difficult to walk, and from time to time, he would be reversed from left to right, and his limbs would be confused.
He said that he felt as if he had rushed in a few steps, but actually he stopped in place as soon as he entered, and his figure was blocked. During this period, he was spinning several times, and occasionally he would feel pain like a stick being hit from various places under his skin.
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Yu Laodao did not stop, and after barely escaping for a short time, he quickly found the two people who had also fallen near him and brought them back.
"One of them must have taken the initiative to break free from the rope. Judging from the situation, the two of them seemed to have fought each other."
At this time, a half-hundred Taoist from the Taoist sect squatted down, touched the pulse gate, then turned the two people's thighs and waists, and gently tapped and slapped them. Then he glanced at Yu Qimeng and said: "The muscles and bones have been used too hard.
Apparently after entering, the two of them broke out at almost the same time, boosting their qi and blood to the point that it even exceeded the endurance of their own skin membranes, stimulating their flesh and blood excessively, and now they appear very weak and sluggish."
Yu Laodao nodded, then looked at Bai Wu, and slowly said, "The strangeness of Bai Wu here seems to be far more obvious than the outside. For example, both of the Golden Blade Sect quickly encountered danger and fell to this point. I am afraid that ordinary people will be unable to move even an inch."
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He cast his sights on the strong people in Shiya. Shiya County was really remote, and the only ones in front of him who were second-rate in martial arts. As for the first-rate... this one had to be fought. Now, except for the one from Haiyunguan, there were more than ten people in front of him.
Both are short of half a chip.
Haiyun Temple is the first temple in Shiya. There were many people entering this time, including the temple owner and an elder who taught the practice. The latter had strong muscles and bones, and was probably at the level of dragon and tiger perfection.
There were two other young men, probably from the younger generation. Yu Qimeng didn't know much about them, but the vaguely powerful Taoist priests with swords in their hair made him look at them a few more times before entering the battle.
But that's all.
After practicing Taoism for decades, he traveled to various prefectures in Xizhou and met the Zhenwu of the Central Plains. The talented and intelligent people he met in Qimeng were like crucian carp crossing the river. His own disciples who were slightly stupid in the way of Taoism all became Zhengyuan Guan.
In his view, he no longer cared about these things.
"My descendants, please don't move forward. Just wait around, respond, prepare for accidents, or search for elixirs and precious medicines. Continuing to enter is too dangerous and the gains outweigh the losses."
Yu Zhenxiu opened his mouth, and there were two people from Jindaomen who were in front of him, so the others didn't dare to make excuses, so they hurriedly responded.
In the end, only four people entered together, including Yu Qimeng and the master of Haiyun Temple, as well as two other warriors who were good at martial arts.
The four people stepped in, and the remaining people were alert to the surroundings and did not scatter randomly, waiting for their return...
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Eh?
In the sky, among the white clouds.
Chen Yu was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the large array that had a corner cracked. The white mist was not uniform, and from a height it looked like a pastry with a small piece cut off.
"It actually broke."
He sighed, as for the fighting and shouting outside the mountain, it was really boring. All the high-level samples were in the formation, and there was nothing interesting to see outside. After thinking about it, he went straight into the forest.