The spirit fairy took advantage of the situation, turned around and ran towards Chen Taizhong happily. He handed over the top-quality spirit stone with both hands and said, "Please accept it, Master Chen."
The other cultivators looked at the two of them silently.
Chen Taizhong opened his eyes, looked at him, and asked expressionlessly, "Do you think I'm short of this spiritual stone?"
"Hehe," the spirit fairy sneered and replied respectfully, "I can't use the best spirit stones. This is my intention... Besides, they are from the Northern Territory government. They will compensate you for some spirit stones.
Isn’t it natural?”
This is true. In the Fenghuang Realm, top-grade spiritual stones have many uses, but in the Netherworld, apart from being used as currency for transactions, they are basically used directly for absorption.
Generally speaking, if you directly absorb spiritual stones, it is easy to have some impact on the body. The side effects of Lingxian absorbing top-grade spiritual stones are really too great. Directly absorbing high-grade spiritual stones has considerable side effects. The more prudent behavior is to absorb them.
Taste the spirit stone.
So he was right when he said he couldn't afford the best spiritual stones.
However, everyone onlookers secretly commented: You can't bear it, why can't you exchange for supplies? You still want to curry favor with Chen Taizhong.
Chen Taizhong didn't pay attention to this. When he heard the word "Northern Territory", he nodded slightly, "Okay, you can put it down... I don't care about this thing, but if I don't accept it, wouldn't I be afraid of the people in the Northern Territory?"
"There are also these spirit beast meats," the spirit fairy continued to offer. He made his own decision and raised the compensation to 30,000 spirits. Of course, he did not dare to take it all for himself. "It is also my wish."
"Take it away." Chen Taizhong waved his hand and spoke impatiently, "Do I care about these?"
"Look at this grandeur... it's worthy of the wrath of a casual cultivator!" The spirit fairy didn't mind his indifference. Instead, he smiled and extended a thumbs up, "Compared to some shameless masters who snatch other people's things, he is stronger.
Not even a little bit."
Guo Baozong and Master Ji drooped their eyelids and pretended not to hear this.
However, this spirit immortal is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. He directly gave two immortal-killing crossbows to the two immortals. He smiled and said, "I can't use these things. You can bring one for self-defense."
No one could refuse such a gift, and no one wanted more life-saving things, so this spirit fairy named Cheng Zhanhuang gained the friendship of two more gods.
He also took out some animal meat and spiritual grains as gifts to others. Although the amount was not large, no one in the entire team was dissatisfied with him except those two warriors, successfully resolving possible trust.
crisis.
Of course, what he cares most about is the Wrath of the Rogue Cultivator, which is the thigh he must embrace.
There is no day or night in the Netherworld. After everyone rested for a while, someone started cooking. Although they were all cultivators, spiritual grains and animal meat could effectively replenish physical strength and spiritual energy.
Cheng Zhanhuang also cooked the food himself. After cooking it, he sent it to Chen Taizhong, asking Master Chen to enjoy it slowly.
Chen Taizhong was not very repelled by this. After finishing eating and drinking, he even took out some tea to make, looking leisurely and contented.
He can really relax a bit. Seven more people have been added to the team, which is getting stronger and stronger.
"Good tea," Lin Tingtao walked over with a smile, his nose still twitching, "The aroma is ethereal, light and meaningful, and full of spiritual energy. Can you give me a cup?"
"Good eyesight," Chen Taizhong glanced at him indifferently, "It's the seven-leaf needle of the Zhenyi Sect. Crazy Ma, don't you want a drink?"
"If you are willing, of course I will drink it." Master Ma also walked over slowly, "I drank a lot of this stuff in Zhenyi Sect, but I forgot to bring it with me."
He's not just unkind, it's just that his personality is a bit extreme - what if he is really a lunatic and is capable of taking charge?
The three of them were drinking tea casually, while the other cultivators could only watch from a distance, with deep envy in their eyes - Seven-leaf Needle is known as the top quality tea in Western Xinjiang. It not only tastes good, but also contains a lot of spiritual energy.
Although the team has expanded, in reality, it is still the three of them who have the final say. This is something that cannot be envied.
"We must speed up the search for cultivators," Master Ma said worriedly, "The soul-controlling beasts are all learning to use the soul-capturing flags."
The Soul-Capturing Banner was the black banner held by the Soul Controlling Beast at that time. It should have come from the Fenghuang Realm. The line of ghost cultivators in the Fenghuang Realm had long been cut off - Taiyin was damaged, but the method of making the Soul-Captivating Banner has been passed down.
Come down.
This thing can carry out spiritual attacks and create illusions. When fighting, it is very powerful. Especially for sects like Zhenyi Sect that focus on spiritual attacks, many use soul-destroying banners.
For example, Tianxian Feng, who once ran wild in front of the Haoran sect, had a magic weapon called the soul-destroying bell. Although it was not the soul-destroying flag, the principle was similar.
"Let's rest for another half a day," Chen Taizhong glanced at the new arrivals, "I feel like they haven't calmed down yet."
That's for sure. After fighting day and night for seven or eight days, my physical strength, spiritual power, and spirit have been exhausted too much. It can even be said that my foundation has been basically damaged. If I want to fully recover, it will take at least one or two
moon.
But in battle, such conditions are not met, and it is enough to temporarily replenish physical and spiritual power.
Lin Tingtao nodded and expressed support, "I will calculate our direction in a while."
"Don't you want it?" Madman Ma heard the words and almost couldn't spit out the tea in his mouth. He said with a grimace, "Please spare everyone, okay?"
"I have nothing to say to a rough guy like you," Lin Tingtao looked at him indifferently, "Master Chen will support me anyway, right?"
"You two are tossing, don't count me out," Chen Taizhong waved his hand and spoke impatiently.
Ten hours later, everyone set off again, following the direction specified by Lin Tingtao.
The reason is very simple. Madman Ma didn't know which way to go. He tried hard to get the right to speak, and then threw a stone at random. After the stone landed, the sharp corner pointed in the direction where it came from. This was really the most terrible thing.
Bad direction…
In the next four or five days, everyone only encountered some weak alien races and harvested some trophies. Lin Tingtao couldn't help but feel proud, saying that it would be no problem to follow the path I chose.
Madman Ma didn't argue with him, he just handed out the spoils of war in a timely manner after each battle.
The seven cultivators who joined later were deeply touched by this, especially the five spiritual immortals, who directly turned their gratitude into actions - every time there was a battle, they rushed to kill, and based on their respective cultivation and strengths,
Fighting groups were formed spontaneously.
Master Ji saw this scene in his eyes, and felt really bad in his heart: when he was with the army, everyone acted wisely to protect themselves, but now they seem to have too much spiritual energy and rush to kill them. It's really a humane thing.
He secretly complained to Guo Baozong. Master Guo felt that his idea was a bit incorrect. People died for wealth and birds died for food. With clear rewards and punishments, this should be an inevitable result.
However, after all, the other party was a companion of the army. Guo Baozong could not say anything. He just said with a smile that these people could only earn these scattered trophies. When encountering a truly powerful alien race, they would have to rely on the army or high-level cultivators.
His words seemed to carry a curse, and after two meals, the team met the big guy.
There is no distinction between day and night in the Netherworld, so it is generally difficult to calculate the number of days in real time, especially when the time is relatively short.
In order to let everyone maintain the concept of time, Madman Ma made a rigid rule that there must be a meal time every twelve hours and a three-hour rest after the meal.
Of course, everyone is responsible for their own meals. If anyone doesn't want to eat, that's up to him, but he can't hinder other people's right to eat.
Lin Tingtao expressed confusion about this, but Guo Baozong explained it aloud - it is necessary to maintain the concept of time, especially in the underworld where the obvious passage of time cannot be felt.
The power of habit is very scary. Once the concept of time is slowly lost, it is very likely that everyone's life span will be up without even realizing it, so we must be wary of this happening.
Madman Ma showed some appreciation for this explanation, "You're not a particularly idiot."
As a former leader of the sect, he has a broad vision and is old enough to know this statement.
But ordinary cultivators may not really want to achieve this level. Hearing the high-level immortal in the army reveal his intentions, he felt a little proud - understand? I do this in a systematic way.
So the time for two meals is about two days.
The first person who noticed something amiss was the spirit fairy responsible for the investigation. The second-level fairy flying in the folded space at the front did not find anything strange. On the contrary, the spirit fairy following behind suddenly stirred up several vines.
, rolled towards him fiercely.
Lingxian was also alert enough, and did not relax completely just because there was a master exploring the way ahead. The first time he was attacked, he used a low-level fire attribute talisman, and then pulled out a flying spiritual weapon, killing him.
Fly upward.
This time, they encountered an extremely large Ito community, with tens of thousands of Ito roots covering an area of hundreds of miles.
Because there were three cultivators with real combat power and six immortals, after a short discussion, everyone decided to launch an attack on this Ito community.
Ordinarily, although Ito can move slowly, he is still basically a plant. When he fights in the Netherworld, he is looking for foreign cultivators to fight, so there is no need to attack such a large number of plants.
People who think this way have overlooked one thing. The cultivators from the Fenghuang Realm come to fight not only to defend their hometown, but also for profit. With tens of thousands of Yin Qi stones in front of them, who can give up?
Since the definition of plane war is the predatory exploitation of resources, facing such a large amount of wealth, it would be really a sin to give up, and... a dead enemy is the best enemy.
Just like in the several plane wars that the Fenghuang Realm has encountered, unarmed mortals are still the target of killing by alien races. The battles between planes and civilizations have always been bloody.
This battle lasted for more than ninety days. This was still in the later stages, and everyone's cooperation was getting better and better. Otherwise, it would have taken at least twice as long to end the battle.
Of course, what's more important is that after the fight, the number of human cultivators increased more and more.
(Update added, summon monthly recommended tickets.) (To be continued)