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Chapter 714

This is a microworld, exactly the same as the one Chen Yu encountered before. There is a small piece of land with many medicinal herbs planted on it.

The only difference from the ancient tree where birds were found before is that there is no thatched house in this micro world.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is extremely rich. If you practice here, you will get twice the result with half the effort. However, there are advantages and disadvantages. Since it is a micro world, there are no laws, heavenly ways, and avenues. After the spiritual energy is absorbed, no new ones will be produced.

If Reiki is compared to water, in the outside world, no matter how much water you waste, because of the circulation system, new rain will fall, and the sea will never dry up.

But in this kind of micro world, water does not circulate, so the less you waste, the less it will be, but it is perfect for cultivating heaven and earth spiritual grass.

Planting herbs in the micro world will not be subject to wind and rain like the outside world. You must know that herbs are very fragile and will wither if you are not careful.



Chen Yu thought that the ancient tree holding thousands of micro-worlds was the location of the Immortal Treasure. Facts have proved that he thought too much. The ancient bird perched tree is probably the biggest treasure here.

Many herbs in the medicine garden of this micro world did not die, but thrived, but Chen Yu didn't like them at all because the quality was too low.

Even though these dozen herbs are old and have gone through a long time, it is undeniable that a ten-thousand-year-old foxtail grass is just a foxtail grass, and a high-level medicinal herb that is thousands of years old is enough to cause a bloody storm.

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However, no matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat. These herbs can be refined into healing elixirs, which can also bring Chen Yu a lot of income from hundreds of spiritual stones.

Because of the ancient beast egg, Chen Yu urgently needed the spirit stone. For this reason, he dug up a total of 19 medicinal herbs.



Behind the courtyard, in front of the ancient tree, a ray of light flashed, and Chen Yu rushed out of the micro world.

A leaf is just the purest leaf, but the dewdrops on it represent a micro world.

Regarding the micro world, Chen Yu was itching to death. After all, this kind of independent small space can only be opened up by saints in the Mahayana realm.

However, although there are no great ways and laws of heaven and earth in the micro world, it does have weight. The King Solomon ring currently worn by Chen Yu can only carry one leaf. Any more in the micro world will break into pieces.

Although Chen Yu has many storage rings, they were all pulled from corpses.

But one or two of these micro worlds are enough, but too many will be a burden.

Chen Yu took out a storage ring from King Solomon's ring, and picked a leaf with dewdrops again. After that, he set his sights on the micro world below.

After stopping in front of the ancient tree for a long time, Chen Yu finally selected a leaf.

The dewdrops on this leaf are particularly large, which means that the microworld inside is also large, and a lot of good things must have been planted there.

With a gentle touch of his fingertips, a powerful suction force came from inside the dewdrop, pulling Chen Yu in.

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Inside the micro world, on a piece of land, there are thatched houses and medicinal fields.

At this moment, several people are busy, carefully digging out several high-quality medicinal herbs.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air above the micro world. The three people who were digging in the soil looked up and saw a sudden thunderbolt, falling like a meteor and crashing in front of the thatched house with a loud bang.

It's a pity that the land, which is not very large, was almost torn apart.

"Fuck, it turns out it's you, you bastard!" A fat, middle-aged monk pointed at Chen Yu's nose and yelled, without any sense of superiority.

The three people standing in front of Chen Yu were the Great Elder Lan Tu, the second elder Rogge, and the third elder Lu Xianke of the Holy Spirit Sect.

At this time, the three of them each held a spiritual grass in their hands. The spiritual grass was green and green, glowing with a faint soft light. Judging from the quality, it was not much worse than the Xuanlingji grass.

"Everyone, thank you!" Chen Yu looked at the spiritual grass with a faint smile on his lips.

"Thank you? Thank you for what?" Great Elder Lan Tu said with a gloomy expression.

Chen Yu gently waved his hand and brushed away some dust on his clothes and said: "Of course I want to thank you three for taking the trouble to dig out the spiritual grass for me, which saves me the trouble of doing it!"

"The casual cultivator surnamed Chen, if you dare to speak arrogant words again, believe it or not, I will tear your mouth apart?" Rogge was deeply impressed by Chen Yu. This casual cultivator is only cold-blooded and cruel, but he is also very scheming.

The Xuanling world is so big, and Rogge has seen too many cruel and ruthless people. Unfortunately, those people were shallow and inferior, and they all died without their bodies intact.

The ferocious hyena is just a beast. Why are humans the primates of all things? It's simple, because of their IQ.

In the world of immortality, if you want to reach a higher level and become a master, it is not enough to be ruthless, you must also be scheming, and you must know when to go on a killing spree and when to pretend to be a grandson.

Chen Yu's sophistication amazed Rogge. When he wanted to kill someone, he would try his best to give his opponent a thunderous blow. When it was time to retreat, he would run faster than anyone else.

Sometimes, Rogge even thought that Chen Yu's youthful appearance was just a result of the use of top-notch beauty techniques, and that his real age might be several hundred years old.

After all, a child will never understand why the person who smiles in front of you is pulling a knife behind your back.

"Elder Luo, pay attention to your state of mind!" Compared to Rogge who was angered by Chen Yu's few words, Great Elder Lan Tu was obviously more calm.

What is combat? Real combat does not mean a sword fight.

From the first sight of the enemy, from the first words spoken to each other, the battle has already begun.

If Lan Tu were not here, Rogge, who was angered by Chen Yu, would have been at a disadvantage in this battle. Once the swords actually met, he would not be Chen Yu's opponent at all.

After all, Rogge was an elder of the six major sects. He was used to seeing strong winds and waves. He also understood that there was something wrong with his state of mind. He slowly exhaled two breaths and his eyes became calm, but contained murderous intent.

"Where's that bastard Xiao Jie?" Lu Xianke had already taken out an ancient sword from the storage ring. The sword was not unsheathed, but there was murderous intent looming in it.

"Xiao Jie!" Chen Yu lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, "He has been killed by me!"

"Dead?" Lu Xianke's expression was slightly startled.

Lan Tu has been observing Chen Yu, and he can detect that this casual cultivator is indeed only at the late stage of Jindan. I don't know why Rogge and his uncle Fang Zizai, the junior master of the Zizai sect, admire this boy so much.

But so what? As both elders of the Holy Spirit Sect, as long as he thought about it, it would be easy to kill Rogge and Lu Xianke.

Therefore, from the bottom of his heart, Lan Tu does not regard Chen Yu as his enemy!

"The casual cultivator surnamed Chen, you have no deep enmity with me, the Holy Spirit Cult. I cherish my talents, so I will give you a chance here."

"As long as you hand over the Mysterious Spirit Grass obtained from Jiuling Island, and then kowtow and bow to me three times, I can accept you into our Holy Spirit Sect on behalf of Master Wansheng and grant you the seat of elder." Lan Tu's voice line

He said indifferently.

"Kowtow three times and bow nine times? To you?" Chen Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and gently touched the hilt of the Wanhong Sword at his waist with his right hand.


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