The first thousand and sixty-sixth chapters of Dao Genzheng
While they were talking, everyone had arrived at the ancestral origin.∮
This is a collapsed canyon. The center of the canyon is piled with rubble and desolate, and the emerald-green light beam spurts out from the pile of rubble.
The divine light is steaming, filling the air with wisps of ancestral spirit energy.
Those ancestral spirit auras are as transparent as amber and have extraordinary divinity. Although they are only wisps and extremely ethereal, all cultivators know that even if they are inconspicuous, a few ancestral spirit auras can crush a whole building.
One hundred thousand mountains!
The ancestral source is the area where the energy of the ancestral spirit is born, and the ancestral source Dao roots are born in it.
boom!
Suddenly, a piece of ruins in the canyon shook and exploded, and a fierce beast that was completely black, had three legs, was as big as an elephant, and had a single horn on its head rushed out.
Roar~~
This ferocious beast was filled with a violent and divine aura, and its arrogance was overwhelming. With a roar, it shattered the wind and clouds in all directions and caused the color of heaven and earth to change.
"Haha, we are lucky. The one guarding this sixth-grade ancestral root is only a three-legged black beast." Le Wuhen was not surprised but overjoyed.
As he spoke, the three-legged black savage beast roared, smashed time and space, and charged towards him. A divine halo of light suddenly appeared in the horn above his head, which was black and profound, and captured the soul.
"Obstacle! Why don't you just catch me without restraint?"
Le Wuhen looked up to the sky and laughed. With a loud sound, he stretched out his hand to grab it. He held a short bronze spear on his back and swiped it lightly.
Boom~~
The short spear surged with majestic divine power, crushing time and space into turbulent currents.
With a bang, the force of this blow was extremely overbearing. Not only did it shatter the black halo of light, but with this blow, the three-legged black beast was smashed into pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, without even a scream.
It's time to send it out.
Clang!
Le Wuhen put away his short spear, clapped his hands, and said casually: "Whoever needs this sixth-grade ancestral root can go and get it yourself."
From beginning to end, it was like doing an ordinary thing, and it seemed extremely chic.
"This guy's fighting ability is quite impressive. He is more than a little stronger than Yu Qiu Jing." Chen Xi thought thoughtfully.
In his opinion, among their group, Le Wuhen and Shentu Yanran were roughly equal in strength, Yuqiu Jing was slightly less powerful, and the most unpredictable one was undoubtedly Zhuan Yushui, who was extremely low-key and also a
As a powerful person in the realm of God and Demon Body Refining, his combat prowess cannot be underestimated.
Those cultivators hesitated for a while. This was just a sixth-grade Dao root. It was not that they looked down upon it, but they were hopeful that they might be able to find a better Dao root in the future, so they hesitated a little.
According to the agreed distribution principle, when one person has the ancestral Dao Root, it will be the turn of others, in order. Unless everyone has obtained a Dao Root each, there may be hope for a second chance, but
The chances are undoubtedly much slimmer.
Moreover, I'm afraid there simply won't be enough time.
In fact, this kind of thinking is not difficult to understand. If the entire ancestral land only had this Dao root, they would probably fight for it without hesitation.
But now, there are too many opportunities for them to choose from, but they have many other thoughts in their minds, always thinking that the next time they encounter will definitely be of a higher grade than this one, but as for the outcome, even they themselves are not sure.
Not sure.
That's why they are so hesitant and cautious.
Finally, someone walked out and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wuhen, for your help. I will collect this sixth-grade Dao root."
This man was dressed in black, had a dignified appearance, and had a mature and steady temperament. His name was Wei Zifu.
"You're welcome, Zifu, we are all one of our own, go and get it quickly." Le Wuhen smiled casually, he admired the other party's choice very much.
Even though they found an ancestral source without any effort, as more and more cultivators enter this place, it will not be that easy to seize another good-grade Taoist root.
Wei Zifu was able to make such a choice at this moment. Although it seemed very conservative, it was undoubtedly very wise.
Whoosh!
In the next moment, Wei Zifu had fallen into the canyon and arrived in front of the chaotic world filled with steaming divine light and wisps of ancestral spirit energy.
He took a deep breath, leaned down carefully, and used his methods to shatter the pile of rocks, revealing a dazzling emerald green light, like a small emerald green sun.
At this moment, even Chen Xi couldn't help but take a closer look. This was the first time he saw the ancestral root, and he was naturally very curious.
The emerald green light group was about the size of a fist and extremely brilliant. It was surrounded by the pure aura of the ancestral spirits and was extremely sacred.
With Chen Xi's current eyesight, he noticed almost instantly that it was a Dao root, rather it was a power that contained a majestic ancestral spirit. It seemed to have infinite vitality within it, like a seed.
As long as you give it a piece of soil, it can take root and grow into a towering tree in an instant.
The so-called "soil" is naturally the spiritual foundation of the ascetic.
This is also easy to understand.
Buzz~~
Wei Zifu suddenly waved his sleeves and robe, and a stream of red divine glow surged out, rolled up the emerald green light, and put it into a jade box that had been prepared in his hand.
Immediately, Wei Zifu used a divine power to seal the jade box, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his lips.
With the Ancestral Dao Root, when you attack the Ancestral God Realm, you are no longer a rootless duckweed, but have the most basic conditions for promotion.
"Okay, let's set off. The longer we delay, the greater the competition will be."
At that moment, Le Wuhen gave an order and led everyone into action again.
"Fellow Taoist Wuhen, how do you determine the grade of this ancestral root?" Chen Xi couldn't help but ask on the way.
Le Wuhen smiled and said: "It's very simple. The colors released by Tao roots of different grades are also different. They are roughly divided into black, white, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple, which correspond to
The nine grades of ancestral roots."
"The black color is the lowest, the turbidity is overwhelming, and the purple energy is the most abundant, which is the atmosphere of the emperor."
"Ancestral Dao Roots of the same grade are actually divided into good and bad. They are roughly divided into three levels: ordinary, superior, and top. Like this sixth-grade Ancestral Dao Root, it is emerald green in color, pure and clear, and has a halo.
The ancestral spirit energy is pure and thick, and it can be said to be the top level of the sixth grade."
After hearing all this, Chen Xi suddenly realized that he finally understood that the ninth-grade emperor-level ancestral root must be showing a purple brilliance.
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Because of Wei Zifu's example, the hearts of other ascetics were filled with excitement, full of expectations for the next action, and gearing up.
But what disappointed them was that after a whole day, they were unable to find any ancestral origin. This result made many people feel a hint of regret in their hearts, and they were somewhat envious of Wei Zifu's original choice.
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Fortunately, there was plenty of time and they were not in a hurry.
Le Wuhen had already foresighted this, but he didn't say much because he knew that as he got closer to the core area of his ancestral origin, the areas where he could find the roots of the Dao would also increase.
The only trouble is that by then, the number of monks will inevitably be much larger, and competition and friction will inevitably arise.
During this process, Chen Xi had been thinking about one thing, and that was the attitude of the temple guardians towards him.
Why would he waive the assessment and let their group reach the land of their ancestors safely?
Could it be that he saw something wrong in himself?
Almost out of instinct, Chen Xi connected all of this with the fragments of the river map, the bloody broken sword, and even the inheritance of the owner of the iron sword.
The two ancient characters "Desolate" and "Xu" were reflected in the fragments of the river map, which vaguely pointed to the ancient ruins.
After entering the ruins of Manggu, the bloody broken sword mutated. By chance, he obtained the inheritance of the master of the iron sword, and thus understood the "Original Heart Sutra" and the "Secret Sword of the Heart", which made him
Its combat effectiveness has also improved by leaps and bounds.
Moreover, before he arrived at the place of ancestral origin, he had a feeling in his heart, and he felt that there seemed to be something faintly calling him in the due north direction.
And this place of ancestral origin is located in the true north direction that he originally judged.
Therefore, when the temple guardian was suddenly exempted from a test because of himself, Chen Xi immediately felt that the change in the temple guardian's attitude was probably related to these.
However, what makes it difficult for Chen Xi to judge is whether it is because of the fragments of the River Map or because of the inheritance of the bloody broken sword?
Along the way, he was thinking about this question, but he was still unable to get a definite answer.
"That's...the seventh-grade monarch-level ancestral Dao root!" Suddenly, an exclamation came out, awakening Chen Xi who was deep in thought.
He raised his eyes and saw the enemy in the far distance. A blue beam of light shot straight into the sky, bright and vast.
"Jun level ancestral source!"
The breathing of those monks became heavy, their eyes were bright, and they did not hide their passionate possessiveness.
This is a rare treasure that can only be found. Although it is only one level higher than the sixth-level Daogen, the benefits it brings are completely different!
Even Le Wuhen, Shentu Yanran and others were startled and a little surprised. They must have been very lucky.
Even they were excited by the Ancestral Daogen of this level.
Without any hesitation, the group of people swarmed toward the cyan light pillar.
This is a deep mountain, and the cyan light pillar gushes out from it.
However, when Chen Xi and his party arrived and saw clearly the scene in the deep mountains, it was as if someone had poured cold water on them, and the hope and excitement in their hearts disappeared.
In the deep mountains, there lay a huge ferocious beast covered in blood. It had obviously died not long ago, and there were traces of battle everywhere in this thousand-mile radius.
Chen Xi and the others still don’t understand that someone has arrived before them?
A monk refused to give up and rushed to the blue light pillar, searching carefully, but in the end he found nothing, and his face suddenly darkened.
"Damn it! We're a step too late, that's a monarch-level ancestral root!" Some people were indignant and extremely unwilling.
Other ascetics were also disappointed and unhappy.
"It seems that we need to change our action strategy." Le Wuhen suddenly spoke and said thoughtfully.
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