The smile on Mo Chuan's face became stronger and stronger, and he had a deep understanding of his own strength at this moment.
With all his trump cards out, he can defeat Xuxian Wuqiao!
He Longfeng is also the Fifth Bridge of Xuxian, so he may not be his opponent!
"He Longfeng, don't you want to kill me in the secret realm? I look forward to meeting you..."
Mo Chuan chuckled, looking forward to it more and more.
Then, he turned his attention to the Blood Spirit Immortal Tree.
There was only the last Blood Spirit Fairy Fruit left on the tree.
"One Blood Spirit Fairy Fruit is definitely not enough for my body to break the third shackle. I'd better not eat this fruit and keep it for now."
Mo Chuan picked the Blood Spirit Fairy Fruit and put it into the system space.
And as the last Blood Spirit Fairy Fruit left, the Blood Spirit Fairy Tree underwent astonishing changes. Its leaves quickly turned yellow, and the blood-red tree body immediately turned gray...
Finally, in just a few seconds, the Blood Spirit Fairy Tree withered and completely lost its vitality.
Looking at this scene, Mo Chuan's pupils shrank, "According to ancient records, when all the Blood Spirit Fairy Fruits are harvested, the Blood Spirit Fairy Tree will wither immediately and fall into death.
"Therefore, if you want to get a new Blood Spirit Fairy Fruit, you can only plant the fruit core and re-cultivate a Blood Spirit Fairy Tree.
"However, it takes 500 years for the Blood Spirit Fairy Tree to grow, and then another 500 years to bear fruit.
"A long 1,000 years is a huge time cost even for immortals with long lifespans, and cultivating the Blood Spirit Immortal Tree requires a lot of precious fertilizers.
"This also leads to the fact that even though the Blood Spirit Fairy Fruit is a sacred object that assists physical cultivation, those major sects still rarely cultivate the Blood Spirit Fairy Tree."
Thinking of this, Mo Chuan suddenly had a thought in his mind and said to himself: "The harvest period of 1,000 years may be very long for other monks, but... what if there is a way to shorten the time limit?
"I have mastered the origin of life, and the growth and evolution of all living things require the origin of life, and the Blood Spirit Immortal Tree is no exception.
"So, I can completely use the source of life to ripen the Blood Spirit Fairy Tree. Maybe I won't have to wait 1,000 years to harvest new Blood Spirit Fairy Fruit."
It's not like he has never done this before. When he was in his weak Qi refining stage, he used the source of life to ripen the Lingyuan fruit tree.
This shows that it is completely feasible to use the source of life to ripen the Blood Spirit Immortal Tree.
However, the only thing to note is that the grade of the Blood Spirit Immortal Tree is much higher than that of the Lingyuan Fruit Tree, so there must be a lot of life essence required for ripening, which is not comparable to the Lingyuan Fruit Tree.
"It just so happens that there is still a Blood Spirit Fairy Fruit left. You can bury the core in the soil and give it a try."
Mo Chuan became more and more excited. If his guess was true, he would be able to obtain a steady stream of Blood Spirit Fairy Fruit, allowing his physical body to quickly break the shackles.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said to himself: "Don't worry, let's experiment after leaving the secret realm. The most urgent task is to explore other opportunities in the secret realm."
The words fell.
Mo Chuan took one step forward, left this place, and continued to explore the depths of this forest.
While walking, I scanned the surroundings, but I didn't see any special opportunities along the way.
Two hours passed.
Mo Chuan finally walked out of this forest and came to another area, a tall mountain peak.
This mountain peak towers into the clouds, covers an extremely large area, and lies across Mo Chuan's path.
Looking at this high mountain, Mo Chuan's eyes flickered and he murmured to himself: "The mountain is surrounded by clouds and mist, making it difficult to see clearly. Moreover, this cloud and mist actually has the function of isolating the spiritual consciousness, making it impossible to use the spiritual consciousness to check the situation on the mountain...
"I'm afraid there's something weird on this mountain. Maybe there's a big opportunity."
In the end, Mo Chuan did not choose to take a detour, but directly climbed the mountain.
As we continued to climb, the terrain gradually became steeper. When we reached the mountainside, clouds and fog were everywhere, greatly reducing our field of vision. We could only see things within 100 meters.
"Huh?" Suddenly, Mo Chuan stopped, stared at a figure in front of him, and stopped.
Meeting other monks? Mo Chuan was stunned for a moment, then felt relieved.
After entering the secret realm of immortals for so long, it’s time to meet other monks.
He secretly observed the monk in front of him. He was a young man holding a sword. He was holding a sword in his hand. As he moved forward, he looked around cautiously. Like Mo Chuan, he was exploring this strange mountain peak.
"They are not from the White Feather Sect." Mo Chuan judged. The disciples of the White Feather Sect all wore gray robes, and the cuffs were decorated with five white feather patterns.
Then, the young man holding the sword should be a monk from another sect.
After all, it is not just the Baiyu Sect that has entered the Celestial Immortal Secret Realm. Most of the well-known forces in Qiansheng Prefecture have sent their disciples in.
"stop!"
At this moment, a cold shout sounded from the front, and then, a monk in gray clothes walked out of the clouds and mist, with an indifferent expression, and stopped in front of the young man holding a sword.
The face of the young man holding the sword changed slightly, he stopped quickly and looked at the gray-clothed monk warily.
Seeing this scene, Mo Chuan's expression changed, he took a few steps back and hid in the dark to observe.
"Going any further will lead to a dead end."
The gray-clothed monk stared at the young man holding the sword and said coldly.
"Why don't you let me climb the mountain? This fairyland is not yours, so it would be too overbearing."
The young man holding the sword was a little dissatisfied. He guessed that there must be a big opportunity on the mountain, otherwise the monk in gray would not stop him.
"Overbearing?" The gray-clothed monk sneered and said, "My Bone Sword Sect is so overbearing when doing things!
"In a word, whether you leave or not, you will leave your life here."
After saying that, the monk in gray grinned and had a big knife in his hand.
This broadsword is made entirely of white bones, giving people an eerie feeling. If you stare at it for a long time, you will feel an inexplicable coldness in your heart.
Bone Knife Gate? The expression of the young man holding the sword changed. He stared at the bone knife in the hands of the gray-clothed monk, seeming to be quite afraid.
Not far away, Mo Chuan was also stunned.
The Bone Sword Sect is one of the three major sects in Qiansheng Prefecture. Looking down on the entire Qiansheng Prefecture, it is the overlord of the state.
Sects such as the Baiyu Sect are only mid-range sects in Qiansheng Prefecture and are not as good as the Bone Sword Sect.
"It turns out to be a fellow Taoist from the Bone Knife Sect. I will retreat immediately and won't disturb you any more."
The young man holding the sword was a little frightened and was about to turn around and leave. After all, he was not at a high level and only had the Second Void Immortal Bridge.
Moreover, he only comes from a small sect, and whether it is the magical skills he has learned or his combat experience, he is definitely not as good as the disciples of the Bone Sword Sect.
"Then why don't you hurry up and get out!"
The monk in gray waved his hand impatiently.
"Get out of here, get out of here." The young man holding the sword said quickly, in a low voice, without feeling the slightest humiliation.
But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from the clouds and mist on the mountain.
"Now that you're here, there's no need to leave, just stay."
The young man holding the sword was stunned for a moment, a little unsure of the current situation.
The monk in gray clothes immediately drew out his bone knife and struck at the young man holding the sword.
"Fellow Taoist, there's no need to do anything, I'll leave right away." The young man holding the sword was startled, and he immediately put the sword in front of him to defend himself.
The monk in gray clothes never stopped wielding his bone knife, and said expressionlessly: "Since senior brother thinks that you may reveal the secrets of this place after you leave, then you can stay."
The words fell.
The bone knife fell towards the young man holding the sword. The sword lying in front of him seemed to be a fragile piece of wood, and was instantly split by the bone knife.
Then, the bone knife struck the young man holding the sword, and the young man holding the sword was cut in half and died.
A primordial spirit flew out from the corpse. The primordial spirit showed a frightened face. It was the primordial spirit of the young man holding the sword. He quickly flew down the mountain, preparing to escape.
"Innocent!"
Regarding the escape of the sword-wielding young man, the gray-clothed monk shook his head with great disdain.
As soon as he moved, he immediately pursued him down the mountain.
It didn't take long for him to catch up with the soul of the young man holding the sword.
"Damn it!" The young man holding the sword fled while looking at the monk in gray clothes behind him who was only a few meters away from him, feeling anxious in his heart.
There is the power of forbidden air in the Celestial Immortal Secret Realm. Even if the soul can barely fly, the flying speed will be greatly reduced.
It can be said that the flying speed of his soul is not as fast as that of the monk in gray.
Therefore, it was only a matter of time before the gray-clothed monks caught up with him.
The young man holding the sword suddenly fell into deep despair, and almost wanted to accept his fate.
But the next second, he was suddenly startled. He felt that there seemed to be other monks behind the tree in front of him.
"Fellow Taoist, why don't you come out to help?"
The young man holding the sword seemed to be grasping at straws to save his life and shouted quickly.
"Huh?" The monk in gray clothes who was chasing behind him frowned. Are there other monks here?
There was a sigh from behind the tree, and then, a figure came out, it was Mo Chuan.
The gray-clothed monk stopped quickly, his eyes fell on Mo Chuan, and he looked at Mo Chuan with a somewhat surprised look.
There really is someone! The young man holding the sword was overjoyed. When the gray-clothed monk stopped, his soul quickly flew down the mountain. He felt a sense of joy in his heart that he had escaped and survived the disaster.
"Whoops!" However, before the soul of the young man holding the sword could fly out a few meters, he saw Mo Chuan pointing like a sword and swung a sword energy towards the young man's soul holding the sword.
"Seven levels of sword intent? No!" The soul of the young man holding the sword screamed, and then, without any accident, the soul was directly shattered by the sword energy.
"You want to divert trouble to the east and try to use me as bait to help you escape. You should be killed!"
Mo Chuan put down his finger, looked calm, and murmured to himself.
The gray-clothed monk held the bone knife in his hand and looked stern, as if he was a little surprised by Mo Chuan's decisive killing.
"Which sect are you a disciple of?"
After a moment of silence, the gray-clothed monk stared at Mo Chuan and asked.
He saw that Mo Chuan had a good temperament and had comprehended seven levels of sword intent, so he was a little unsure of Mo Chuan's strength.
Mo Chuan did not answer the question, but asked: "Why, are you afraid that I will reveal the weirdness of this place, and you plan to kill me to silence me?"
The gray-clothed monk's face darkened, and he no longer concealed his murderous intent, and said coldly: "There are some things that you shouldn't touch, and you shouldn't understand them. Since you have touched the taboo, the price will be your life!"
The words fell.
The bone knife in the gray-clothed monk's hand moved and struck Mo Chuan.