The root is like a 'bucket'.

The line of root is the 'wooden board' that forms the 'bucket'. It can be destroyed, naturally shaped and added.

Even, it can be modified and changed.

"I can become stronger quickly in just a short period of time, and it is also because I have added a lot of root lines during this period."

"With the increase of 'wood boards', the larger the capacity of 'wood barrels', the more power it can carry."

Boss Chu murmured in his heart, this is the result of his hard practice.

"But the increase in wooden boards is not infinite, because the quality of the 'bucket' limits its tolerance limit. Too many 'bucket' will cause the 'bucket' to collapse as a whole."

"If you only change the quantity and not the quality, it will never work."

The increase in the line of roots is not unlimited, otherwise he would have been invincible long ago.

After this period of exploration and attempt, Boss Chu found that the number of root lines he could bear was 177.

If one more is used, it will explode.

This is also his current limit. If you want to increase it again, you may have to break through to try it out.

"I can now change the size of the 'root', that is, add and reduce the number of the rays of the root."

"It also began to involve changes in the strength of the 'root'."

Strong and weak.

That is the strength of the 'wooden board'.

A level eight monk naturally has the strength of the root line that is not as strong as a level nine.

Boss Chu once tried to make his roots stronger, so as to make himself break through and break through to level nine.

Unfortunately, he thought too much.

A breakthrough in the realm cannot be achieved simply by enhancing the line of roots, and the line of roots cannot be enhanced. At least, he cannot do it now.

It seemed as if there was a force that prevented him from strengthening his own roots.

but.

Although it cannot be enhanced, it can be weakened.

Yes, it is very interesting that they cannot be enhanced but can weaken them. Although there is still a kind of force obstacle, this obstacle is too much smaller.

And what happens after the line of roots is 'weaked'?

...

"fall!"

In the desert, Boss Chu looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest with a look of alertness, and a faint light flashed through his light golden pupils.

His palm touched again.

In his vision, the twelve lines of roots left by the Taoist priest trembled violently at this moment. Originally, the lines of roots, as thick as chopsticks, began to slowly shrink in amidst trembling.

The surface of the threads of the roots, as visible to the naked eye, shrank a circle, and then peeled off the shell, shrank a circle...

But every time it shrinks, there is a huge resistance, and the resistance becomes stronger and stronger, making Chu He a little unable to hold on.

"Master God, infusing power."

Chu He shouted coldly in his heart. Hunyuan Realm was indeed more troublesome than he thought, and the resistance in the dark was getting bigger and bigger.

"good."

Without nonsense, a force poured into Chu He's projection out of thin air, making his body that could not hold on and stabilized.

In this way, between nine breaths, the thread of the source shrank nine times, from the original thickness of chopsticks to the thickness of hair.

"What is that guy doing?"

opposite.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was on guard. His situation was not as good as that of a human at this moment. His whole body was locked by a powerful aura. He had to be cautious and his magic power surged.

But Chu He's behavior was too strange, and it seemed that there was no impact.

However, it made his mind beat violently and he was very uneasy.

He wanted to test, but after struggling for a while, he still didn't do it. After all, he had experienced Chu He's strength and did not dare to act rashly.

"It's almost done, hold on for a while, hold on for a while, and the elder will arrive. The guy above attaches great importance to this 'Main Temple'. He is dead, he... dead!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest roared in his heart.

But the next second, I suddenly became stunned.

"Why... what's going on, my magic power, my Taoist fruit..."

This moment.

Outside his body, endless magic power surged, like a torrent of opening the gate, pouring out involuntarily from the Dantian Divine Sea towards the outside world.

And his Taoist fruit also trembled violently at this moment, as if he was about to collapse at any time, and was shaking endlessly.

"No, no!"

The Taoist roared!

He stared at Chu He with his eyes almost sucking, "What have you done to me? Why, my dantian is shrinking, why is my body weakening, my Taoist fruit...my Taoist fruit..."

Boom ~

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a roar in his heart.

Deep in the heart, between the real and the real, the perfect and extinct fruit actually collapsed at this moment.

Puff ~

The Taoist priest vomited a lot of blood, and his whole body trembled violently.

His body is weakening, cells, bones, and internal organs are decaying every moment, becoming weak... His magic power is passing by, constantly passing by, and the Dantian Shenhai is like a storm, shocking...

It seems that everything is going backwards, time is going against the current.

"How could it be? How could it be..."

The Taoist priest couldn't believe it. He even clearly felt that in his mind, the various realms and insights about the Hunyuan Tao were passing by, slowly, but unswervingly...

"My cultivation, my realm...is gone..."

It's gone.

At this moment, his cultivation had fallen to level nine, from a high-ranking Hunyuan giant to a level eight quasi-saint.

Even the insights about the Hunyuan realm in his mind were lost. No matter how he recalled it, he just couldn't recall it, and it was empty.

"What the hell did you do to me?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest stared at Chu He with his eyes almost sucking.

The decline in cultivation is even more uncomfortable than killing him. I have been practicing hard for millions of years, but now I have lost all of them in one go. What kind of blow is this?!

...

"Has it succeeded?"

Boss Chu let out a long sigh as he was in place.

"It's not easy."

He looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest who was limping on the ground. At this moment, the Taoist priest had turned into a level eight quasi-saint and his realm had completely fallen.

The ‘line of roots’ is lowered, and the ‘root’ also shrinks.

The ‘wood board’ becomes weaker, and the ‘wood barrel’’’ can naturally bear the ability to withstand the nine-level realm. Naturally, the Taoist priest cannot withstand the nine-level realm.

The loss of magic power, the decline of the body, the decline of the realm, and even the perception of the realm...

Because I can't bear it, I can only lose it.

"If this guy wants to practice to level nine again, he may have to practice hard again."

Moreover, even if you have good luck, you can make a breakthrough, probably... the future path will change and it will not be exactly the same as before.

“I can’t accept it?!”

Chu He talked to himself.

Even if he did it himself, he still felt it was incredible after witnessing it. It was understandable that the middle-aged Taoist priest could not accept it.

"In myths and legends, those powerful people will punish subordinates or enemies and will knock them down. But this kind of knockdown can be restored, which is the same as before."

"And I am an essential erase, which makes them unable to bear the perception of the realm. They can only passively forget all the previous perceptions. Even if they can be re-educated, it is probably impossible to be the same path!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest seemed to be crazy at this moment, and his tenacious mood almost collapsed, collapsed in the desert, his eyes were silent.

Boss Chu shook his head silently, grabbed the Taoist priest with his palm, and then threw it gently, and the Taoist priest was taken into the main god space.

"Master God, I'll leave it to you."
To be continued...