A fist-sized water-blue strange stone was quietly held in Luo Xiao's palm. The surface of the strange stone continued to dissipate layers of mist, covering the palms and forearms, and dripping crystal dewdrops condensed on the skin. Through the colorful light on the stone door, it looked like colorful pearls, dazzling and dazzling.

Luo Xiao held his breath and admired it for a long time before he gently exhaled his breath, his tone full of regret: "All things are born in nature, and they are so wonderful, it's a pity."

I learned from Yan Jingtian that the best water spirit essence is indeed very rare and is absolutely impossible to find in the human world rivers, lakes and lakes. It only grows in deep and cold places in the sea, and the endless ocean is the world of sea monsters, and the human race is almost impossible to get involved. Except for the occasional flow of a few from the Black and White Sect, human cultivators basically cannot get the best water spirit essence. I have to say that Luo Xiao’s luck is really good.

Ba Wuyan and Yin Jiuchuan definitely put a huge amount of money on the Birch Soul Pill, but they ended up fighting with nothing, which made Luo Xiao and Yan Jingtian cheaper.

"What a pity..." Luo Xiao muttered, but his movements were not at all stumbled.

As his palms were combined and pulled, the powerful True Yuan's repulsion power made the Shui Lingyuan hang between his palms. Luo Xiao's palms faced each other, like a grinding, and the Shui Lingyuan also slowly rotated with his movements, becoming faster and faster. The fog that was originally scattered in the air surrounded the Shui Lingyuan to form a fog spiral, and the dewdrops covered with arms were also evaporated by the True Yuan, forming a wisp of fog, which constantly merged into the fog spiral.

The seven-colored light flowing on the stone door reflects the constantly surging and surging spiritual mist, mysterious and magnificent.

The next moment, a frog roar suddenly appeared in Luo Xiao's belly, his lower abdomen shrank rapidly, and the sound of humming suddenly sounded, and the fog of the spirit Yuan suddenly turned into two white pillars, which were sucked into his nose by Luo Xiao like a long whale.

The spiritual mist enters the body, goes straight down to the dantian and flows into the spiritual roots. The originally pure green light shows a hint of water-blue color. The water-blue color continues to gather and finally condenses on the north side of the main spiritual root, forming a circle of vortex, which is extremely agile. As the water-blue vortex continues to increase, the middle and upper part of the northern end of the main spiritual root slowly protrudes, as if a branch grows from a tree trunk.

Among the five elements, the north belongs to water, so the water spirit gathers here.

Luo Xiao sucked for a long time. When his breath stopped, he looked at the top water spirit element and shrunk by half. At this time, he looked inside the spiritual root and found that the water-blue branch had grown to one-fifth of the length of the main spiritual root.

"So this is to complete the five elements." Luo Xiao became more and more happy as he looked at it, and he continued to work harder.

Half an hour later, a top-grade water spirit element the size of a fist was absorbed completely, and even the dewdrops attached to the arm were sucked away by Luo Xiao. However, Luo Xiao also discovered that when the water spirit element was still one piece of the size of a fingernail, the spiritual roots had reached fullness. The little water spirit element absorbed later was scattered into the muscles and bones of the meridians, completely healing the internal organ trauma that had recovered almost before.

"The best water spirit Yuan, it's really a good thing." Luo Xiao stretched his waist long, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to suck the immortal mirror, connected his spiritual sense, and reported the absorption situation to Yan Jingtian.

After Yan Jingtian's sensing, he said it was perfect and clearly stated that Luo Xiao would absorb the fire spirit or gold spirit next time, at least to reach the same amount.

"The fist is big..." Luo Xiao smiled bitterly. The best quality is difficult to get, not to mention that it is still so big... Fortunately, the requirements have been reduced, and only the best quality is needed, but - the best quality is also difficult!

Forget it, this matter will be a headache again. Now, let’s practice the first round of spiritual patterns.

...

When Luo Xiao was practicing in the cave heaven and attacking the spiritual realm, there were also people in an underground palace in the seven-zhangcheng palace hundreds of miles away, but the scene seemed quite strange.

Forty-nine women with light bodies were all in their arms, and they lay on their backs in the position of the Bagua. Judging from the fact that they were motionless and their eyelids were drooping, they should have fallen into a deep coma.

At the location of the Yin and Yang fish in the Bagua Formation, two people were sitting cross-legged, namely Congmu national teacher Ba Wuyan and Cong Wuji of the Hall.

At this time, Ba Wuyan was wearing a Taoist bun on her head, a jade hairpin was inserted horizontally, and wearing a colorful wide robe and a strange suit, which made her visually uncomfortable. However, compared to Cong Wuji, who was almost naked opposite him and had only a pair of trousers, it was much better.

Cong Wuji's body is thin, but he has fine skin and tender flesh, slender figure, and a feminine face. If he did not lack certain characteristics, it would be really misunderstood.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance, which made Cong Wuji's mood even more restless.

Spiritual roots! Today we will be refined into spiritual roots, and from then on, we will step into cultivation and truly establish ourselves in this mountain and sea area. He has been waiting for a full twenty-seven years, and today we will finally become a reality.

The king and father told him that with his qualifications and the resources of Congmu Kingdom, spiritual roots will be refined within twenty years, which is very lingering. In order to maintain the state of cultivation, the king and father have over-exploded their potential and have damaged their life span. It is hard to say whether they can last for twenty years. And any country in the central region, no matter how big or small, if the royal family does not have a cultivator to control the country, it will be a matter of time before his power to seize the country.

Therefore, in order to push him to the realm of cultivation, the king and father did everything he could to do, and even cooperated with the half demon of the Black and White Sect. The state master of Mingfeng secretly adopted his suggestion and used evil techniques to forcibly refine a spiritual root for him.

Cong Wuji never cared about any evil technique. As long as he could refine spiritual roots, even if he was just the weakest "spiritual chopstick" level as Ba Wuyan said, he was willing to do so. Of course, Cong Wuji was not stupid. On the contrary, his good mind made him very good, and he knew that there was no good thing in the world that could be achieved overnight without paying a price. But as mentioned before, he had been waiting for twenty-seven years, and no matter what price he paid, he would never regret it.

Of course, when Cong Wuji thought so, he absolutely had no idea what kind of terrible price he had to pay.

Not to mention Cong Wuji, even Ba Wuyan, who presided over the evil technique, never expected that this "Bai Nu Spiritual Fetal Soul-Absorbing Technique" would have an extra strange and inexplicable variable.

In the secret room, Ba Wuyan closed her eyes and looked solemn, and her thin purple-black lips spit out a series of words that were hard to say, which made Cong Wuji's ears buzz and his dizzy evil words. In the dark, there seemed to be a gloomy and extremely cold being led by the evil words Wu Ci. A demonic wind blew in the secret room.

Cong Wuji felt his whole body and his body and mind were gradually cold. With his ninth-level physique, he could not resist the bone-thrusting coldness and opened his eyes wide in horror.

At this moment, Ba Wuyan's eyes closed opposite suddenly opened, with a faint green light and a vertical pupil like a snake. With Cong Wuji's mood, he was even scared to the point of being frightened.

"Come!" Ba Wuyan stood up suddenly, stretched his arms, stirred up his wide robe, and swung his sleeves. Forty-nine faint blood rays escaped from the women and gathered towards Ba Wuyan.

At the same moment, the forty-nine women all showed pain on their faces, their facial muscles twitched, but their bodies were stiff and unable to move. And their tall abdomen actually fluctuated like waves, and red liquid gradually spread under their bodies...

Ba Wuyan's palms were facing each other like embracing Tai Chi. Forty-nine rays of blood were thrown into his palms, rotating like a vortex, and the wind and thunder were faintly condensed, gradually condensed into a mist-shaped blood cell.

The green light in Ba Wuyan's eyes became brighter and brighter, like a ferocious wolf in the dark night wilderness, but he did not notice that a faint gray-white floc was mixed in a large cluster of red mist, with a completely different agility from the surrounding red mist...

This gray-white foreign object originated from a woman with slightly dark skin and a distinctive face of Zhulishan people.

When the mist-shaped blood cell surged to a certain limit, Ba Wuyan shouted in a low voice: "The Palace!"

Cong Wuji suddenly knew that what was coming, and bit his tongue hard, and the severe pain made him wake up from his dizziness. At the same time, he tightly restrained his instinct to fight against the cold, tried to retract his Yuanli to the Dantian and relax his whole body.

It felt like the control was almost done. Cong Wuji raised his chin and was about to speak when his eyes suddenly turned red and his head slammed, and he didn't know anything afterwards.

In front of the Yangyuan Palace, the deepest part of the palace city, Congmu's king Cong Ruofei stood with his hands behind his back, allowing Ye Feng to blow his single clothes flying, sensing the faint strange aura from afar, and letting a heavy sigh: "Demon Spirit Root, Demon Spirit Root! If you have to, how could you make this half-human and half-demon thing? Just..."

The king of Congmu's eyes, full of power, suddenly bulged, and his evil spirit was revealed: "The country I have created for half my life must not be taken away by others! As long as I can protect my country, so what if I become a demon?"
Chapter completed!