The silent forest suddenly made a loud noise, and with an earthquake-like vibration, a ball of light broke through the air, hazy light and shadow flowed, and the beam of light gradually blurred.
However, the next moment, a huge palm suddenly reached out from the empty void, and with a gentle pull, it grasped the ball of light tightly.
Click!
The hazy light and shadow are broken.
Revealing a strange fruit that is extremely flexible.
"Ha, you fell into my hands and you still want to escape?"
The voice of irrepressible joy spread from the surface to the air.
A black line flashed across the sky.
Chen Qingyan's figure appeared next to Da Shou.
With a slight squeeze of his right hand, a warmth came from his palm, and the strange fruit grasped by his big hand had already entered Chen Qingyan's palm.
The practice room provides timely feedback.
Chen Qingyan glanced at it, and the smile on his face became even wider.
"Congsen fruit, 3,500 years old, can be used as medicine and can be used to refine weapons, but the best use is to collect it in the blessed land and use it to enhance the wood spirit energy in the blessed land."
Chen Qingyan clicked his tongue twice, "It's a pity that I don't have a blessed land in the cave, and I won't be able to use it to build an immortal nest."
He put away the Congsen Fruit and couldn't help but sigh once again about the treasures beyond the divine sins. Many of the treasures of nature, materials and earth that have disappeared in the wilderness can be found everywhere here and are not difficult to find.
He went all the way north.
In the past six months, I haven't found anything in Queju Mountain. I have found a lot of rare medicinal materials and rare treasures along the way.
He encountered two rare treasures like the "Congsen Fruit".
Of course, it is not all benefits, there are also many dangers.
However, Chen Qingyan possesses the life-saving skills of Xianpinjushu, and seeks good luck and avoids bad luck. He did not suffer any injuries, let alone encounter any disaster that could threaten his life.
Overall, Chen Qingyan was very satisfied with this trip.
He returned to the forest and found a place where the trees were bearing fruit, and the air was still filled with a strong aura of wood spirits.
He looked north.
I thought that if I couldn't find Queju Mountain, it would be a good choice to place the people I brought out here.
When Chen Qingyan thought of this, he had some concerns in his heart.
Half a day later, a beam of light flew high into the sky.
Behind him, the huge forest slowly disappeared until all traces were lost.
Time flies, two and a half years have passed.
Chen Qingyan, who was tired of traveling, looked at the increasingly sparse vegetation, but still could not find Queju Mountain.
If his destiny hadn't been directed here, he would have thought that those human races had disappeared.
The drop in temperature also verified the authenticity of the words of the Longshou soldiers to a certain extent.
Although Chen Qingyan noticed something unusual in the city at that time.
Perhaps, there is one thing that I have missed.
That is the concept of time and distance.
The place that the dragon-headed soldier mentioned, for example, if you go forward, where the four-eyed dragon is, to outsiders, the distance in years would be considered "very close" within ten years.
Chen Qingyan also traveled for three years before he felt the temperature drop significantly. So it was obviously still a long way from the extremely cold and desolate land mentioned by the Longshou soldiers.
Fortunately, those people he brought out were all transferred to the Wanzhu Immortal Nest. Chen Qingyan, except for those who strongly wanted to leave the group, such as Shura's abandoned son Guan Min, let them go on their own, except for those on the way, and rarely opened the Immortal Nest.
nest.
Spending most of the time on the road.
After three years of uninterrupted daily "meditation", Chen Qingyan once again achieved breakthroughs in skills such as magic, formations, weapon refining, and alchemy.
Chen Qingyan is still confused about the path after the Immortal Grade. Because there is no relevant description in Divine Sin.
However, after his breakthrough, he more or less realized that he was between the lower and third levels of immortality.
Maybe if you meditate for another ten years, or you can concentrate and spend all your daily meditation time on one of the skills, you can reach the middle level in three years at most.
In the past few years, when Chen Qingyan first came to the outside world, he had some sense of freshness, but as time passed, the freshness disappeared.
What replaced it was confusion and loneliness.
It is not loneliness without companionship, but a realization of the vastness of the world and the insignificance of oneself.
For ordinary monks, divine sin is already serious enough.
Some monks may not be able to get out of any of the four wildernesses in their lives.
For a monk of Chen Qingyan's level, the depths of the wilderness are also a mysterious place that requires a lot of time to explore.
But even such a vast wilderness is nothing more than a prison called "Divine Sin" in the Dirty Thrush State.
A bigger room.
Chen Qingyan was very sure that after flying for the past three years, he was definitely still in the Dirty Thrush State, and he had not even been able to fly out of a certain area.
Such a huge territory has given rise to hundreds of millions of races, including the human race.
Each one has a unique shape and has its own characteristics.
For example, at this moment, the transparent black balls are reflected in the eyes of Daoying Dantian.
It is said to be transparent because it is not visible to the naked eye.
The black ball is the shape seen by Dao Ying's pupils.
At this moment, these black balls are floating in the air one by one, moving irregularly, bumping into each other from time to time, sticking together like atoms for a while, and then separating again.
From the innermost black ball, Chen Qingyan sensed tens of thousands of spheres that were as powerful as his own aura.
The black ball group didn't seem to notice him. Maybe they did, but they just didn't care. He also quietly observed the group.
Do not interfere with each other.
After seeing enough, Chen Qingyan took a detour and continued on his way.
Time flashed again and seven years passed.
…
Queju Mountain is desolate.
There isn't even a decent big tree for hundreds of miles around.
The cold winter seems to live here and never leave. Every time I take a step, the ground under my feet is as solid as fine iron soil.
Chen Qingyan felt a trace of joy from the bottom of his heart when he saw the humans working in the fields.
Finally, I met my compatriots.
As the dragon-headed soldier said, the human race is indeed not doing well here. They are all farming in the frozen soil, how can it be better?
However, Chen Qingyan discovered that the farmers here had all practiced cultivation, and a few of them even had the cultivation of monks.
He was not surprised by this. This situation had been expected when he knew the concentration of spiritual energy in the world outside.
Living in such an environment, even if you don't actively breathe out the spiritual energy, the spiritual energy will subtly transform the body.
Under these conditions, with just a little effort, one can leave the mortal body and become a monk.
But when he came to the field and saw that the "crops" being planted were actually extremely precious spiritual medicinal plants, the dullness in his heart completely disappeared.
From a distance, similar medicinal fields stretch as far as the eye can see.
"Don't grow food, only grow medicinal materials..."
Confusion flashed in Chen Qingyan's heart, and then a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he started chatting with a farmer who had been staring at him for a long time.
"My husband, this medicine is growing beautifully! I think it will be harvested every year..."
"Caught! Someone sneaked down the mountain. Report it to Master Mao Shan!"