The world of cultivating immortals is hierarchical.
After the foundation-building female cultivator took away the heart of the tree, it was the turn of the ordinary Huanzhen Sect cultivators. They worked hard for a while, taking out the most essential spiritual materials from the tree demon until they filled their storage bags and scattered the rest.
Xiu was able to step forward.
The foundation-building female cultivators ate meat, the ordinary Huanzhen sect cultivators drank soup, and the rest of the casual cultivators also picked up some scraps.
This tree demon is also huge, otherwise there might not even be any residue.
Although the tree demon is a second-level monster, only the circle near the center of the tree that belongs to the category of spiritual materials, and the rest is ordinary wood, but even so, the quantity is extremely large, dozens or hundreds of square meters.
This part of the wood is very different from ordinary wood. It has a dense texture and exudes a gorgeous bright blue color with a mysterious and natural texture. The color becomes brighter toward the center, the higher the level of the spiritual material, and the surface exudes a hazy color.
glow.
"It's a pity that this wood is not made of beads!" Chen Li was amazed when he saw it and thought to himself.
Of course, what is left for the casual cultivators is only the first level, and the most essential parts have long been taken away by people from the Huanzhen Sect. The total is worth two to three hundred middle-grade spiritual stones, one point for thousands of cultivators, and each
People can only get twenty or thirty low-grade spiritual stones.
However, such a rare harvest is enough to make these casual cultivators happy.
For a moment, magic weapons were flying, and they were digging at the tree stump using various methods.
"Boom boom boom!"
…
"Ah, my magic weapon is broken, broken!"
Someone screamed in surprise, holding the magic weapon broken into two parts, heartbroken, and beating his chest and feet.
"It's stupid, a low-grade magic weapon, to dig this one out."
"You really don't have any knowledge at all. This is a first-level spiritual material. If you use a low-grade magic weapon to confront the enemy head-on, you still don't know who is the enemy?"
Everyone laughed and cursed for a while.
Many people were so frightened that they quickly stopped their hands after hearing this. A low-grade magic weapon is worth at least one medium-grade spiritual stone. If it breaks, it will be impossible to cry, and it will be a loss to grandma's family.
Chen Li and his party gathered together and occupied a position.
Chen Li followed the trend and dug up a few pieces of wood. This kind of wood is very heavy, has a very moist texture, and is slightly crystal clear, as if it has been coated with a layer of glaze. It also faintly exudes a refreshing fragrance.
Zhou Hong liked it very much and said it could be used to make some small furniture.
…
The weather is getting colder and colder, and it is almost winter.
As time goes by, this three-month corvee is gradually coming to an end.
The harsh environment here makes everyone look disheveled, with dull eyes, and look like beggars. The temporary camps have been changed to more than ten places, and almost every seven or eight days, the camp has to be moved ten miles forward.
Death has always followed, and even in a temporary camp it is not always safe. People are often poisoned and their bodies are not discovered until the next morning.
So every time before going to bed, Chen Li would use repellent techniques to get rid of them.
Less than ten days before the corvee, the monks of the Huanzhen Sect suddenly announced a period of rest.
"What do you think is going on? Why did you suddenly take a break for a while?" Zhang Yan asked.
In Chen Li's hut, a group of people gathered around a warm fire, grilling prey and chatting.
A skinned elk was strung together with thick wooden sticks. Under the licking of the flames, the oil on the surface kept dripping, causing crackling sparks.
"When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Even the foundation-building monk is missing. Something big must have happened!" Chen Lili thought for a moment and said, "Do you still remember the last time you took a break?"
"You mean... there's danger again." Zhang Yan said with a solemn expression.
The last time I rested was when I encountered a river demon, and I rested for five days.
"That's for sure!" Chen Li said.
Zhao Changer slapped his thigh hard: "There are only a few days left in this corvée. In this case, it is better to let us go back."
With his shamelessness and a sense of familiarity, during this time, he also became familiar with everyone, and even a temporary hut was built next to the two of them.
"In view of Zhenzong's harshness towards those below, it would be good if it is not postponed. But you still want to advance? What a daydream!" Zhang Yan sneered after hearing this.
Zhao Changer sighed: "I think these disciples of the Zhen Sect are not doing anything interesting. They are even busier than us."
This is just watching the thief being beaten, not eating the meat.
"Why are you talking about this!" Chen Li changed the subject, looked at Zhang Yan, and said with a smile: "I haven't congratulated you yet, my lady has broken through to the fourth level of Qi training so quickly!
After Zhang Shuniang experienced the Battle of Gray Bee, the level that had been stagnant for a long time was suddenly loosened, and she successfully advanced to the middle stage of Qi training.
"This girl has some talent for cultivation!" Although Zhang Yan spoke modestly, he couldn't help but smile: "It's just that her personality is too soft, so she will have worries in the future."
"It would be nice to have more experience."
…
This time, tens of thousands of people were recruited for corvee work, and more than 20 people were built. Although each group was separated, they were actually not far apart, only a few miles away. News came soon.
It's not some second-order monster.
Instead, he encountered a terrible evil spirit.
It is said that most of a group died overnight, and only a few monks including the foundation builder escaped.
These days, these foundation builders are searching for this evil figure.
The temporary camp suddenly became panic-stricken.
For this reason, Chen Li quickly gave up his habit of going to the wild every night to practice swordsmanship and brush up on spells.
Being alone in the wilderness in the dead of night is almost the same as seeking death. Fortunately, he has never sold the evil-breaking charms, and there are as many as one hundred and seventy in number. In addition, Zhou Hong also has twenty, which is not the case.
Panic, the family can protect themselves.
Time passes day by day.
The atmosphere became increasingly tense.
Various gossips circulated in the temporary camp.
Some people say that some foundations are dead.
Some say more than one died.
Some people also say that a foundation builder was possessed by an evil spirit and killed several of his companions.
Chen Li doesn’t know what exactly happened?
Just three days before the end of the corvee, a high-speed escaping light flew towards this direction early in the morning. Along with the terrifying pressure, the temporary camp, which was extremely noisy a moment ago, instantly became silent.
The ancestor of the Golden Pill of the Huanzhen Sect has finally arrived!
"It seems like something big happened?" Chen Li was horrified.
"Is something going to happen?" Zhou Hong leaned on Chen Li's shoulder, looking at the Jindan Patriarch going away, worried.
"Probably not, otherwise we wouldn't have waited until now to summon the Golden Elixir Patriarch." Chen Li comforted: "Oh, we are powerless, let's see!"
Zhang Yan and Zhang Shuniang heard the commotion and walked out of the house at this time: "The ancestors of Jindan are here, so there should be no problem."
"I hope so!" Chen Li said.
But in his heart, he aroused the desire for strength.
This world has no strength and cannot even guarantee its own safety.
The golden elixir is too far away.
He was already within reach of building the foundation.
Then build the foundation first.
You must build the foundation!
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While Chen Li and other casual cultivators were anxiously waiting for the outcome of the battle, a monk from the Huanzhen Sect suddenly came over and announced that the corvee had ended early and they could return on their own.
ps: I have something to go out today, so that’s all I have.