The spirit behind the gods

Wuyou's cultivation is different from Sanqing, he compares with the people of the Wu clan, and his cultivation is improved, and even when he walks, the cultivation in his body is also rubbing and rising.

Wuyou's cultivation is different from the Qi training system, and the construction of the Divine Kingdom in the body makes Wuyou's strength improve all the time.

The last 10,000 years passed quietly, and there were less than a hundred years left before the second Zixiao Palace sermon.

Sanqing, like the vast majority of those who listened to the sermon, left the flood early and entered the dangerous chaos again.

Once born, twice cooked!

Everyone's cultivation has been greatly improved compared to the first time.

In addition, many people have found spirit treasures, even if the grade of these spirit treasures is not high, and they do not even fit as they imagined, but they can't stand a spirit treasure that is very far from improving their strength.

The security of moving forward in chaos has been improved tenfold.

Originally, the people who might have been lost in the Chaos Bell only took less than half the time this time, and they arrived in front of the still closed Zixiao Palace one by one.

"Wuyou Daoyou, this is the ginseng fruit we agreed on, and we will give it all today!"

This Hongyun didn't repay his debts, and cheekily begged three ginseng fruits from Zhen Yuanzi, and all of them were sent to Wuyou's hands.

The yield of ginseng fruit has never been high, and it takes almost 10,000 years to produce 30 fruits, and its effect is definitely worthy of its value.

As a congenital spiritual root in the wilderness, ginseng fruit is not only the effect of prolonging life in Journey to the West.

The medicinal power of the ginseng fruit is definitely the softest one of the innate spiritual roots, even if it is a mortal who does not have the slightest cultivation, there will be nothing wrong with eating the ginseng fruit.

And those who eat ginseng fruit have an absolute affinity for the soil attributes, and even the probability of comprehending the earth-based supernatural powers will be higher than that of ordinary people.

Compared with this effect of helping to practice, the effect of ginseng fruit on longevity is just an additive.

After all, the flood is not the future world, and the creatures of the flood will rarely appear and die of old age because of the lack of longevity.

Whether it is an immortal herb or a spiritual root spiritual object, there are not too many things that can be used to prolong life, more often they die in the flood famine, and they are just killed by people because of their lack of strength.

In the final analysis, the reason why the ginseng fruit is precious is because Zhen Yuanzi did not divide the ginseng fruit, and it is still a complete whole innate spiritual root.

Like the peach of the future heavenly court, it was originally just an innate spiritual root, but it was divided into three different peach trees of three thousand years, six thousand years and nine thousand years by Hongjun.

Leaving the ginseng fruit, Wuyou didn't have the idea of eating it directly, the ginseng fruit was only a little better than tasting it for him, the important thing was to reproduce the whole ginseng fruit, of course, this process would be very difficult, but Wuyou, who has the ability to create all things with the [Kabbalah Tree of Life, Foundation], is not without this possibility.

The reopening of Zixiao Palace is imminent, and all the monks gathered in front of Zixiao Palace have a sense of anxiety without exception, and the benefits of listening to the Tao in Zixiao Palace, everyone has already had a deep understanding in the past Yuanhui.

The progress of just one Yuan Hui may be greater than the dozens of Yuan Hui since they were born, and an excellent teacher is far better than the progress brought about by their own work behind closed doors, and the path they guide is not at all wrong.

With the two boys of Haotian and Yaochi appearing in front of everyone, everyone who had been waiting for a long time rushed into Zixiao Palace one after another, as for the two boys they crossed, for everyone who wanted to get the true inheritance from Hongjun as soon as possible, few people cared.

And Shangqing got the transmission of Wuyou, stopped in front of the two boys who no one cared about, and gave a copy of the spiritual root obtained in the early years to the two boys.

Don't look at Haotian and Yaochi as just children, but no matter how you say that they are also the children of Hongjun Ancestor, they are close to the water and get the moon first, no matter how unkind Hongjun is, he still has some feelings for the two children he personally ignited.

Now Shangqing is just a matter of effort, but for two children with low status, it is a great blessing, and the return on investment is unimaginably high.

Seeing that Haotian and Yaochi were about to become fan brothers and sisters, Shangqing smiled and walked into Zixiao Palace with Wuyou.

Today's Zixiao Palace is still very lively, whether it is the quantity or quality of the listeners, all of them are the crown of the entire flood wilderness, of course, Shangqing, who has a good memory, still saw something from the crowd, his brows have been wrinkled, and his face showed a little displeasure.

"Hearers, more than the last ... It seems to be a little less!"

Shangqing naturally can't have a memory problem, and after a glance, he immediately noticed the difference in the number of people, maybe the entire Zixiao Palace is still lively, but in the end, there are still some familiar figures.

Wuyou, on the other hand, was not surprised at all, shrugged, "Isn't this a matter of course? It's just a pity that they have a chance. "

Shangqing sighed for a while, he naturally had no friendship with those dead monks, just lamenting that on the way to seek the Tao, the number of people who could walk with him would only become fewer and fewer after all.

The inquisitor is lonely, not only because everyone's path is different, but also because there are very few monks who can step on the same height, and there are very few final commands, and maybe only one person can walk alone in the end.

Pack up your mood, sit back on the futon in front, close your eyes and wait for Hongjun to appear.

In the blink of an eye, no one could sense the fluctuation of mana, and when they noticed it, Hongjun reappeared on the futon in front of them.

There is no breath on his body, and he is as calm as an old man who has no cultivation, which inevitably makes people look at Wuyou, who also can't look at him.