Chapter 78 The Recovery of the Mysterious Spirit Tree
a breath,
two breaths,
…
Seven or eight breaths passed, and the branches and stakes of Lingtao seemed as quiet as before, showing nothing strange.
Seeing this, Zhao Jinjian felt anxious and couldn't help but ask: "Did Chonghe fail?"
In order to cooperate with this whimsical experiment, the Zhao family has paid a lot of price.
Not to mention the purple clouds and jade dew, there are the three falling green peaches. When mature, each one can be exchanged for ten thousand to twenty thousand spiritual stones.
"Don't worry, wait a moment."
Zhao Sheng just finished speaking.
Sudden,
The ground trembled for a while, and a faint buzzing sound came from the underground.
At this time, we saw that the purple clouds and jade dew in the cracks of the tree stump quickly settled down, as if there was an invisible big mouth swallowing it.
"It's done!"
Zhao Sheng shouted in surprise.
However, at this time, the emerald green peach branches dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if a large amount of life had been extracted.
"Quickly drink the jade dew!" Zhao Sheng's face changed drastically.
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Jinjian moved his right hand, and the purple haze and jade dew in the jade bottle in his hand flew out instantly, forming a water line, and accurately fell into the crack.
Zhao Sheng also rushed forward and poured in the remaining half bottle of jade dew without hesitation.
It's just that the two of them still underestimated how much a mysterious spiritual tree that had been dormant and dead for countless years had a great desire for vitality when it revived.
In just a few breaths, three bottles of Zixia Jade Dew were completely digested.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Sheng gritted his teeth, took out all the remaining seven bottles of Zixia Jade Dew, and handed them to Zhao Jinjian.
And he held up the Little Zhou Tian Talisman Plate with a solemn expression, and as his thoughts flashed, the entire nine eighteen-fold Spring Wind Transformation Rain Talisman instantly turned into flying ashes.
In an instant, the sea of fog within a radius of ten miles with the slope as the center suddenly rolled up. A super large vortex followed the spiritual light and shot into the sea of fog. It seemed to take shape slowly but really quickly.
After two breaths, a large vortex shaped like a giant tornado slowly descended above Zhao Sheng's head. Following his flash of thought, a spiritual cloud exuding strong vitality quickly formed below the vortex.
Then the raindrops began to fall from the spiritual clouds,
Raindrops full of vitality fell on the wooden piles, as if they had fallen on the desert, and were absorbed in the blink of an eye.
After seeing this scene, Zhao Sheng's expression changed again.
The next moment, nine more eighteen-fold Spring Breeze Rain Talisman turned into flying ashes.
Next, the third batch and the fourth batch
…
Zhao Sheng may not know, or he may know but not care.
As he released a large number of talismans, the scope of the tornado vortex became larger and larger, and finally spread to hundreds of miles away.
The noise made this time was really loud, and I don't know how many monsters and beasts were disturbed in a short time.
What's more, some of the affected immortal cultivators were also alarmed by this vision.
Some chose to stay away, but some brave enough to risk their lives came here.
Halfway through the journey, they inevitably ran into a group of monster beasts that were looking for them.
As a result, human-monster wars broke out one after another within a hundred miles of the slope.
Zhao Sheng couldn't care less about all the changes outside the slope.
As the seventy-two spring breeze and rain talismans were released, six bottles of Zixia Jade Dew in Zhao Jinjian's hand were also empty.
If pouring in the last bottle was not enough, he would only have the last nine second-level rain talismans left in his hand.
But to be honest, Zhao Sheng had tested it before and found that the effect of the Sweet Rain Talisman was not much stronger than the eighteen stacks of Spring Breeze and Rain Talisman.
"Keep pouring!" Zhao Sheng gritted his teeth and ordered decisively. Zhao Jinjian nodded solemnly, and then poured the last bottle of jade dew into the crack.
Zhao Sheng was about to activate the last wave of talismans.
Suddenly, his eyes burst into astonishment, and his face showed a look of extreme surprise.
Because at this time, the wooden pile finally had a second reaction.
I saw that the crack suddenly squirmed and healed in the blink of an eye, and the peach branch finally grew together with the wooden stake.
At this time, circles of faint white light gradually appeared on the annual rings of the wooden pile, and a layer of halo appeared on the branches and leaves of the spiritual peach branches, which looked extremely magical.
"It's alive! Chonghe, it's finally alive!" Zhao Jinjian jumped up excitedly, looking very excited.
After spending so much money over the years, we finally see a glimmer of light.
Zhao Sheng suppressed his excitement and used his spiritual power to maintain the current situation of Lingyun.
Slowly, the spiritual rain fell heavier and heavier. The wooden pile was no longer as hungry as it was.
Those vital water droplets rolled down to the foot of the peach tree, eventually forming a small puddle.
At this time, Zhao Xuanjing suddenly ran out of the cave in a panic, raised his head and shouted at the two of them: "Seventh Uncle, Fourth Grandfather, the cave...the tree roots in the cave are alive!"
"Oh, I see!"
Zhao Sheng focused most of his attention on the peach tree and nodded carelessly.
It is not surprising that the resurrection of a mysterious spiritual tree will always produce some strange phenomena.
Zhao Xuanjing scratched the back of his head when he heard this and said depressedly: "But most of the spiritual energy in the cave has just been sucked away, and the concentration of spiritual energy has declined greatly!"
"What?" Zhao Sheng frowned.
"No, a monster broke into the illusion array."
At this time, Zhao Jinjian's expression suddenly changed, and the Red Rainbow Sword suddenly shot out and disappeared into the outer layer of clouds.
The next second, the Red Rainbow Sword flew back with scarlet blood on it, hanging above Zhao Jinjian's head.
"Chonghe, stop casting spells! If it's too late, it's too late."
Zhao Sheng was shocked when he heard this, and immediately waved his hand and released seven or eight rays of spiritual power, which quickly dispersed the spiritual cloud above his head.
The tornado whirlpool lost its spiritual support for a while and quickly calmed down and dissipated.
"Fourth Master, what's the situation outside now? Can the Flowing Cloud Magic Formation be able to hold on?"
Zhao Jinjian's spiritual consciousness has long been expanded to the maximum range, and he can control everything within a few dozen feet.
He said with a gloomy face: "The formation can still support it. As long as monsters below the third level don't cover their heads and rush in, they won't be able to see through the illusion. But there are many monsters wandering around the slopes now. If a big guy is attracted,
That would be bad."
Zhao Sheng knew that the so-called big guy refers to a powerful monster with a golden elixir level.
The golden elixir-level monsters have already developed demonic consciousness similar to divine consciousness, and it is difficult to confuse them with the illusions generated by the mere second-order flowing cloud illusion array.
"Hide in the cave first and leave the rest to God!"
Zhao Sheng knew that he was taking some risks this time, but as the saying goes, wealth can be found in danger, and there are countless difficulties and obstacles on the road to immortality. If you don't dare to take even this risk, then there is no need to cultivate immortality.
Immediately, the three people walked into the cave with different expressions. Zhao Sheng and the two took the initiative to retreat, while Zhao Jinjian stood sideways at the edge of the cave, with the red rainbow sword shining brightly, ready for battle.
A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Jinjian drew out his sword three times and lured away the two monsters.
Three quarters of an hour later, he drew his sword twice and killed a first-level rock scorpion.
An hour later, the surrounding monsters slowly dispersed, and although there were minor injuries on the slope, it was generally intact.
A month later, Zhao Jinjian happily left the slope with a storage bag full of spiritual soil and three carefully selected elixirs.