Having endured the influence of the altar in Ying, Xu Zhi felt that this method of forcing a breakthrough would torment him, but it would not torment him to death.
In order to protect his own safety, Xu Zhi deliberately fished Yan Jinbai from several islands.
"I want to practice magic. If something goes wrong with my body, just take this medicine and pour it into my mouth."
Xu Zhi took out Hexis' level 10 immortality potion. As a potion with resurrection effects in the other world, Xu Zhi felt that even if the immortality potion was obtained in the real world, it would still be in the position of an extremely high-end medicine.
It is difficult to judge whether he can be resurrected in the real world. After all, he cannot die just for doing this kind of experiment.
But the effect of powerfully repairing the body is not limited to running away, and it can also stabilize the soul.
If something goes wrong, this potion should work.
If nothing goes wrong, then this medicine will be saved.
"What kind of magical potion are you talking about, a great medicine from the ruins?"
Yan Jinbai shook the gray-gold medicine bottle and looked at the liquid inside that shone with starlight from time to time. He was full of interest.
I was punished once for taking rehabilitation medicine, but young people have always been beaten but not remembered. They can admit their mistakes and do what they do.
"That's right. It is said that it can bring the dead back to life, but I have never tried it," Xu Zhi said, spreading his hands.
"Then don't try it. What if you don't survive? Are you at risk of death by practicing the Houtu Xuan Jing?"
There was a strange light in Yan Jinbai's eyes. It was just that the Seven Evil Qi of the White Tiger had blocked many qi passages in his legs. If the Thousand Earth Mysterious Sutra could kill people, the harm would be much greater.
"There may be accidents while practicing while sleeping."
Xu Zhi happily revealed this matter. Now that he has mastered the Hou Tu Xuan Sutra, the seventh level leading to the eighth level is very clear. All he needs is the continuous supply of medicine to advance it step by step.
With the talent of regeneration to assist him in his training, he is no longer anxious now. This ability is even better than the treatment of patients like Qingchuan Akako.
The cultivation of aristocratic families depends on the foundation, while the cultivation of the poor relies on mutation. He is more or less mixed with it. He has the foundation and can mutate, so his cultivation speed will not be slow.
The two of them muttered for a while, and then Xu Zhi lay down.
"You even peeled off Lord Edward's eternity ring. You are really good at it."
In the holy city of Apollo, Saint Theo looked at the familiar ring on Xu Zhi's hand and felt that he might have missed some of the excitement.
"I have made a great contribution," Xu Zhi said happily, "I helped you shoot at least four hundred people to death."
Xu Zhi stretched out his ten fingers, thought for a moment and then put his other hand down.
Priests, monks, archers, these legions wearing cloth and thin armor are all within his attack range.
Even with magical protection, these people suffered extremely high casualty rates when faced with repeated strikes from flaming arrows. The efficient harvesting made Xu Zhi feel a little numb from shooting.
The quality of the members of Shannon's charging corps was extremely high, and many of the dead with their last names provided considerable experience.
As few as one hundred, as many as three to five hundred.
This allowed him to upgrade his regeneration talent to the last level, which was considered to be the completion of a major experience expenditure project.
"I know, I know, you have made a great contribution."
It is difficult to know how many enemies you have killed on the battlefield, but the casualties caused by the flaming arrows will not be small.
Sansio also followed this green skin's boast.
Today is a great victory, sweeping away the gloom that Apollo endured since the war.
If it weren't for the summoned creatures that would have difficulty pursuing a long-distance pursuit, they would at least pursue the victory to Green Willow City, which is more than two hundred miles away.
The victory over Shannon brought joy, but also unbearable pain.
Many people died, including many great druids.
Without immortality, the archdruids have no life to waste. They need to constantly follow the summoned creatures to prevent them from leaving the scope of their contracts and being killed by remote snipers or hit by stray arrows in the war. Death does not matter. Accident.
The high-level combat power needs to be replenished, and Saint Theo deduces that he will most likely pray for blessings and open the natural altar today.
Accumulating hundreds of years is to prepare for this worst impact.
Apollo needs to quickly recover after the war, and he also needs to reward the meritorious officials.
Some of the property will have to be taken out.
Spoils of war, gold and silver, official positions, including sacrifices on natural altars.
In the central square of the palace, Irutan was dressed neatly in green clothes, muttering to himself in front of an altar.
From time to time, guards would bring branches of the Tree of Life, and he thought for a while before starting to throw them into the center of the altar.
"There are thirty people who will accept the power of the altar. Lord Irutan needs to pray thirty times and input thirty materials."
"so many people?"
Xu Zhi was a little surprised. Baron Feng Tajin had sacrificed countless souls before the three of them could bear the influence of the altar. The scale of thirty people was a bit large.
"It's not bad, after all, we have accumulated three hundred years of materials," San Theo said: "As long as one-third of the druids are upgraded correctly, we Apollo will have ten more masters of natural magic, which can be considered recovered. Some energy."
He looked at Xu Zhi and said: "It's just a waste of opportunity to give you, but I am a very trustworthy person and will definitely complete the contract."
"I am also from Arbor. Today we are all Arbor. Don't be biased by region. Look at my skin. It's a little green. We must have been a family before."
Xu Zhi murmured for a while before saying: "I heard that Your Excellency Ilutan is in charge of the information on Grandmaster's Archery. You can take me to read it in the future."
"As a druid, I can't even make excuses for my archery skills. Come on, Irutan's prayers have been completed. Come and sit in a row."
When San Theo spoke, he saw a little green light emerging from the altar in front of Irutan.
A seed in the green light kept rising and falling, and started growing crazily in just an instant.
Germination sprouts, grows seedlings, and forms trees.
In just a few seconds, a towering tree has formed.
The ripples in the space are constantly flickering, and the giant trees sometimes appear and sometimes disappear, constantly flowing between the void and reality.
A strong breath of life came, and the flowers on the giant tree continued to bloom, and golden fruits of various sizes began to form.
"This is a naturally derived rule. When you integrate into the natural atmosphere projected by the World Tree, you can feel the power brought by the rules."
Irutan warned the thirty people sitting in rows under the altar, and then strolled out of the center of the altar.
"assimilate into?"
Xu Zhi turned his head left and right. The people sitting in the row were old and young. Most of them were elves, including humans, including him, a jungle elf.
At this moment, everyone who had accepted the effect of the altar was sitting upright, staring at the projection of the World Tree condensed in the void.
According to the introduction language of the Death Altar, "The incarnation of the rules of death, I wish you to impose it on me," Xu Zhi felt that at this time, he should say, "The incarnation of the rules of nature, I wish you to impose it on me."
As he thought about it, he began to mutter to himself.
After thinking several times with no results, he stared at the World Tree.
When he looked around, he saw that the fruit that his eyes were staring at the projection of the World Tree turned into a golden light and fell down.
A strange feeling emerged in my mind.
Xu Zhi suddenly felt as if he had stepped into the primitive jungle, with light rain pattering, spring water tinkling, swimming fish jumping for joy, and nightingales singing. As long as you listen attentively, you can hear countless natural sounds.
After a while, the strange phenomena in his mind slowly disappeared.
Xu Zhi touched his nose. There was no bleeding. His body was safe and he was still sitting cross-legged.
Being under the projection of the World Tree is far less stressful than the pressure of the death rule.
Probably feeling that he had received the benefits of the natural altar, the moment he woke up, Xu Zhi was slowly pushed by a gentle force and moved out of the scope of the natural rules.
"Withstand the baptism of the natural altar, your natural magic level will be improved."
Maybe it's because I suffered from a rule conflict before, and the attribute panel was honest this time, and learned to accept the situation without any backlash.
Xu Zhi looked at the master-level natural magic that had been raised to his current limit. Suddenly, the word "master" had been replaced by "grandmaster".