The first thousand two hundred and ninety-five chapters good luck fairy root
Liu Qinghuan was ready to remove the fairy seeds from the soil in response to Wan Muping's request. However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, a weak arc of light flew out from the seeds that had just sprouted a little green bud, and struck him with a "pop" sound.
On the back of your hand!
"Thunder type?" Liu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows: "Thunder type spiritual grass is not common, not to mention this is an immortal plant. However, it is so weak, it seems that the root is still damaged, and I am afraid it will affect future growth..."
Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken so many years for it to sprout, and it would probably take even more years for it to mature.
He thought for a moment and said to Wan Muping: "Are you sure you want it?"
Wan Mu Ping's answer was to tilt the bottle slightly, a green light erupted from the mouth of the bottle, he rolled up the fairy seed and put it back.
Liu Qinghuan let out a "tsk" sound, and then saw the fairy seed falling into the water at the bottom of the bottle. She waited, but did not see any other movement.
He shook the wooden bottle in his hand in surprise, and Chu Yi also looked over to take a look.
No, I thought the liquid would help fairy seeds take root and germinate quickly.
Just as he was about to ask Wanmu Ping with his spiritual thoughts, the next moment, the immortal seeds did indeed start to grow, and they grew extremely rapidly. It only took a blink of an eye to grow from a small bud to half a foot tall, and the branches were strong.
Peeking out from the mouth of the bottle, the silvery branches and leaves unfolded.
After a few more breaths, the flower buds took shape, and along with the sound of rumbling wind and thunder, several sparkling fruits emerged, with different colors, which were very strange.
The huge thunder power quickly filled the air. Chu Yi's face instantly turned pale and he fell to the ground. Liu Qinghuan quickly threw out a piece of green light, covering Wanmu Ping to prevent the thunder power from spreading.
Chu Yi calmed down and asked: "Master, what kind of fruit is this? It's so scary!"
Liu Qinghuan looked at the fruits. There were five in total. Although each one was only as big as a walnut, even he felt strong pressure.
"This should be the Innate Five Elements Thunder Fruit. Look at their colors. The white fruit is gold, the green fruit is wood, and the other three types of black, red, and yellow correspond to water, fire, and earth."
"It grows so fast!" Chuyi exclaimed: "It blooms and bears fruit so quickly, faster than you can water it with Qingmu Qi!"
Liu Qinghuan said while using his spiritual thoughts to communicate with Wanmu Ping: "Indeed, and this is an immortal species. The other two immortal species in the spiritual field, the Qiankun Bamboo and the Amethyst Immortal Wood, have been watered with the Qingmu Qi for so many years. Until now,
They haven’t grown up yet.”
The growth of immortal seeds is extremely difficult. Most of them take thousands or even tens of thousands of years. But now, in just a few breaths, the innate Five Elements Thunder Fruit, which obviously hurts the foundation of vitality, has matured!
But if that's the case, the function of Wanmu Bottle is somewhat overlapped with the function of Qi of Green Wood.
"Is this the fairy seed you want?" he asked Wan Muping, and his face became a little ugly after receiving the answer.
His spiritual consciousness quickly penetrated into the Wanmu bottle and saw that the water at the bottom of the bottle had been consumed. He couldn't help but be angry: "Since it is not the immortal seed you need, why waste this hard-earned immortal root water... Immortal root
What is water, and why is the water called Immortal Root Water?"
Wan Muping, who was dancing happily before, now started to pretend to be dead and became motionless.
"Even if you want to demonstrate it to me, there is no need to do so. Since the immortal root water is generated very slowly, you should use it sparingly. After all, treasures like the Jiuji Black Demon Demon Pill are hard to come by.
Very rare to find.”
After a while, Liu Qinghuan's expression became more and more strange, seeming angry and yet surprised.
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"Master?" Chu Yi blinked his big eyes and looked at him in confusion.
Liu Qinghuan came back to her senses and rubbed her head: "It's okay, I just suddenly realized..." He paused here and looked at the bottle in his hand thoughtfully: "It turns out that Wanmu Bottle comes in a set.
The magic weapon, matched with it, is an immortal tree called the Immortal Root of Creation."
"The Immortal Root of Creation?" Chu Yi showed a look of surprise: "Just hearing the name, it sounds so powerful!"
"Yes!" Liu Qinghuan said: "The two complement each other, and Wanmu Ping can almost reach the level of chaos magic weapon - but where can I find the Immortal Root of Creation!"
So he was both happy and depressed at the same time. Although some immortal seeds were often left behind in the mortal world, the name of the Immortal Root of Creation was remarkable at first sight. In other words, anyone with the word "creation" in it was not simple.
"Forget it, let's talk about it later!"
Liu Qinghuan decided not to think about this chance issue for the time being. His eyes fell on the Wanmu bottle again. After thinking about it, he took out a few jade boxes, picked out the five mature innate five-element thunder fruits, and sealed them with talismans.
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As for the remaining branches, he went to the back mountain to open up a new spiritual field, carefully transplanted them there, and then left the map and returned to the fairy cave in Boyun Mountain Residence.
Suddenly he remembered that he still had a phoenix egg. Although Liu Qinghuan had no plans to raise any more spiritual beasts before, now that he already had one, it would be a waste to leave it alone.
The essence and blood slowly seeped into the blue eggshell, and the flame-like mysterious patterns on it lit up slightly, and Liu Qinghuan seemed to feel a few heartbeats.
He held the egg and observed it for a while, and when there was no other movement, he put it into the fairy well next to him.
Leaning against the wall of the well, Liu Qinghuan took out the blood-cut bones again, cleaned up the mountains of things inside, and put the useful spiritual materials and other items on one side, and the unused ones on the other side, waiting to be handed over to Ying Niang for processing.
, or throw it into the shop and sell it, or give it away to others.
He now also has some industries, and they are not small. Not only in Yunmengze, but as he advanced to Mahayana, it has gradually expanded to Wanhu Realm and other interfaces. However, these general affairs have always been taken care of by Ying Niang.
Mu Yinyin would also help take care of it, but he only occasionally remembered to look at the accounts.
Therefore, he will basically not be short of spiritual stone flowers now. In other respects, the Boyun Mountain Residence is now well organized by his apprentice Jiang Nianen. Fubao is responsible for training the Shuixiu people, and Chu Yi is in charge of Dongtian. Even the Wenshi Sect has a large number of people.
Senior Brother Yan takes care of his disciples, so he doesn't need to worry too much.
Liu Qinghuan, who was impatient to deal with ordinary affairs, continued to be his hands-off shopkeeper with great peace of mind. He only occasionally went out to see guests and talked with people about scriptures. Most of the time, he stayed in Boyun Mountain Residence and concentrated on practicing, waiting for the first time.
The coming of the Tao Sheng Immortal Tribulation.
While he was practicing, the news about the Land of Ten Thousand Ancestors had quietly spread in the world of immortality. Especially among the high-level monks, everyone basically knew that he had caused the divine thunder to seal the gods that had been sealed for hundreds of thousands of years.
The heads of the demons were destroyed.
"That's really what they said?"
A majestic voice came from the high throne, and the disciple who reported the report lowered his head deeply, not daring to look up.
"Reporting to my lord, yes! Di Ao is still showing off everywhere, saying that he and the Taoist priest are very good friends, and that the other party will attend the celebration banquet he will hold next month."
"Celebration banquet, huh!" The person at the table sneered, and after a while he spoke again: "In that case, I will give this newly minted Taoist priest a try. I hope there will be no false scholars under the famous name, otherwise
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Otherwise, there was no sound from behind, and a terrifying silence fell into the hall.