Fire does not like the heavy earth. Although it once lived in it, it can grow more freely in nothingness without damaging the hot land. It also continuously filters and burns out thousands of impurities, making this world more pure and perfect.

The soil is thick and low, tolerant of everything. Even if the residue burned by the fire ruthlessly lands on the earth, ignites the body and makes one scarred, it still accepts the other party with tolerance, and only treats oneself as a hardening oneself.

As the power of the earth condenses, the wood and demon spirit tree can absorb more power. With the help of the power of flame, it can continuously refine and transform various residual soups buried deep in the earth, purify the earth full of impurities, and at the same time replenish itself and grow at a faster speed.

The spiritual power that was constantly refined continued to emerge in the dantian, swallowed by the bottomless pit planet. The spiritual power jumped over the earth and rose to the mountains more than 200 feet high. It was continued to be promoted by the fiery breath and moved towards the cold place in the distance. Soon after, the drizzled spiritual liquid fell from the sky, wetting the thirsty dust and continuously accumulating strength. Finally, at some point, a small water concave formed.

buzz... The world seems to usher in a new life, celebrating the recovery of another spiritual root. The Wutu Xuanwu Spirit seems to like water vapor more. He looks up and smells a hint of coldness, and buried his body deeper again.

Huh... A long gust of turbid air was spit out of the chest, and Zhou Hao regained control of his body, but did not reveal the excitement and joy of the spiritual roots to revive it. Instead, it was a faint bitterness and sorrow. The reason was that the tragic water spirit root was more than weaker than the fire and earth spirit roots, even worse than the wood spirit roots. What was even more tragic was that Zhou Hao suddenly discovered that the earth spirit roots were actually on strike like the fire spirit roots.

The fire spirit root is too radical to control, and the earth spirit root is like this again. It has only advanced to the fourth level and has gone on strike again. The deficiency of the wood spirit root has not yet been relieved and has not yet been met. The water spirit roots have recovered one after another, but they have fallen into a low tide. Although their breath has not decreased, once they fight, they face an embarrassing situation that cannot be controlled, which makes Zhou Hao extremely depressed. It seems that he can only be a human being with his tail in the next period of time.

Huang Zhonglu had actually recovered from almost everything, but he couldn't stand the chattering female cultivator, so he simply hid in a small private room in the name of healing. However, except for the previous confusion of self-experience, the rest of his mind was concerned about Yun (Zhou Hao) and He Wuyou who was healing. Although he seemed to be safe and worry-free on the surface, who could guarantee that he would not make any mistakes.

The female cultivator had no object of teasing and was still very lively. The female cultivator who came in and out came to make delicious food and wine from time to time, obviously preparing activities for He Wuyou.

He Wuyou entered the private room, and his expression immediately became solemn, even with a hint of majesty. Feng Xie Jian was on his knees and his technique began to operate quickly. A trace of cold sweat fell from his forehead. As the waves of low bones intertwined, the spiritual power continued to soothe the injuries in his body. Sometimes, he took out the elixir from the storage bracelet, and threw it into his mouth without looking at it. He chewed it a few times and swallowed it in his belly. His pale complexion quickly became rosy and shiny, and his frown brows relaxed a little.

For him, the healing process was much faster than Zhou Hao, and he rarely suffered such injuries since his practice. But similarly, the madness in this battle also allowed He Wuyou to deeply understand his own potential.

The Sword Sutra of Changsheng and Changsheng Sutra are mutually exclusive. The Sword Sutra of Changsheng focuses more on basic potential, so Zhou Hao seems to be able to continuously deepen his potential and improve his qualifications. If you test Zhou Hao's spiritual roots now, you will find that Zhou Hao was originally considered a relatively prominent spiritual affinity, but now he is a unique team. Of course, this depends on the effect of the treasures he has obtained several times.

Similarly, the Sword of the Longevity focuses more on attack. With the spiritual power level cultivated by He Wuyou himself, it can be at most comparable to ordinary early-stage Jindan monks. However, with the blessing of the top ancient treasure Feng Xie Sword, it can actually attack with the top-level Jindan monks, and it is only a little disadvantage.

The reason why He Wuyou was able to inherit the inheritance of the Sword King and practice the core inheritance technique is that in addition to the five elements spiritual roots, there is also a rare Yin-Yang Void Spiritual Root. This is more cherishing than the two mutated spiritual roots that Zhou Hao has, but this is also a shackle for his cultivation of the Sword Sutra of the Longevity.

If the Sword Sutra is complete, then as long as there are enough resources and are not attacked by enemy masters at designated locations, He Wuyou will be destined to become a generation of overlords in the future. This is also the reason why He Wuyou intends to get close to Yun (Zhou Hao). The five elements spiritual roots, He Wuyou also practices with the Changsheng Sword Sutra, but can also play the role of spiritual roots extraordinaryly. Therefore, in the previous fight, although he was fighting like a madman, in the situation where his life would not be in danger, He Wuyou was always feeling and learning the way of Yun (Zhou Hao) using the earth-moving spiritual roots.

The internal and external parts of the same exercises actually have similar methods in the method of using spiritual power. Remember the breath, fluctuations, and frequency of Zhou Haotu's spiritual roots. He Wuyou began to learn and imitate hard.

This action did not bring about rapid progress in cultivation. At first, he seemed to be imitating it smoothly. The operation of spiritual power in the meridians began to change under the guidance of the Changsheng Sword Sutra. In addition to being sharp, it seemed to be becoming tough. However, the moment he encountered the first acupoint, He Wuyou suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a tragic blood sword.

Zhou Hao treated his injuries and continued to break the broken bones like bamboos. After recovering slightly, he immediately stopped practicing. With his conditions at this time, it was impossible to recover quickly, unless he used those treasures, but he was forced to do so. Zhou Hao didn't want to use them. After all, those things were treasures that were cured by medicine.

Stepping out of the small private room, a group of red and pink beauties bloomed in front of their eyes like beautiful flowers. When they turned their heads, they saw Huang Zhonglu coming out of the private room next to them with a frustrated look.

"Hey! Team Huang, where is that fellow He Daoist?"

Huang Zhonglu looked at Yun (Zhou Hao) and said, "That guy is like you, right, in that small box, he said he wants to heal. You two madmen."

Dozens of female cultivators heard Huang Zhonglu complaining and laughed. After so long, female cultivators who were in and out had already learned about the battles of several people. They had been hiding far away before, and they saw the windows surrounded by Jindan monks. How could they dare to lie on the window to cheer for Gongzi He Wuyou!

Therefore, after the battle, although He Wuyou and his strange friend were still healing their wounds, they busy preparing rich wine and food, waiting for He Wuyou and Yun (Zhou Hao) to come out.

Zhou Hao's eyes gathered at the small box that Huang Zhonglu pointed to and walked closer.

A blood sword, with the tyranny of being hit by the acupoints, sprayed directly onto the door facing him. An abnormal flush flashed across his majestic cheeks, his eyes were dazed, his eyes were almost blind, and he felt a dizzy turn.

Puff! Puff...

Just as I was thinking about exploring with the power of my soul, I suddenly heard a dull striking sound. The closed door swayed slightly, and a trace of fishy and sweet smell of blood instantly poured into my nose.

"not good……"

The soul had no time to worry about anything, so he rushed into the small box to investigate. The scene in front of him shocked Zhou Hao. The sword of the immortality was so domineering, the spiritual power was so sharp and powerful, and the acupuncture points in the body were so fragile and delicate. The infusion of spiritual power caused the already fragile acupuncture points to be severely damaged in an instant. Therefore, the spurting of blood on the mouth saved He Wuyou's life.

With constant steps, under the gaze of Huang Zhonglu and the female cultivators, Zhou Hao broke into He Wuyou's retreat and reached out to grab his wrist. The thin and weak water spiritual power penetrated completely. In just a short time, he immediately noticed the irritable spiritual power in He Wuyou's body.

Water is best for infiltration, and there are two first choices for treating injuries. One is water and the other is wood. At this time, the spiritual power that can only be used can quickly invade He Wuyou's body with its more pure power, and the eternal life meridian is slowly continued.

He Wuyou's soul was shocked, and a confident experiment failed. And that strange place actually had such a powerful counterattack power.

The Changsheng Sutra easily penetrated He Wuyou's body with the power of water. With the domineering and sharpness of the Changsheng Sword Sutra, the forcing murderous aura exploded instantly, and they were about to wipe out these spiritual powers that were not of the same kind. However, the sword lights were like mud bulls entering the sea, and there was no way to deal with the invading spiritual power. Instead, it seemed to be attracting and actively inviteing. The spiritual power, which was not too hurrying, quickly impacted along the trajectory of the Sword Sutra, without any hindrance at all.

Hiss, Zhou Hao took a deep breath, and his mind flashed through his previous conversation between He Wuyou and the mysterious old man, the Sword Sutra of the Eternal Life, and the Eternal Life Sutra. Could it be that these two techniques are really in the same way and in harmony?

Zhou Hao, who was thinking with his hands, dared not take any extra movements. He looked at He Wuyou in front of him, and his heart was very complicated. However, he didn't know that his spiritual power was like a stream of nectar and jade, and it quickly smoothed out the sharp and domineering power of the sword scripture. It didn't consume much at all and was transported to the injured acupoint.

No one was in charge, including He Wuyou, who had no consciousness to recover. He was still in a short trance and fainting. His spiritual power was like a ball of magical medicine, which quickly invaded the outer wall of the acupuncture point. The colorful light kept changing. The injured acupuncture point, the originally tough and strong barrier, was easily softened, and the cracks disappeared without a trace.

In a daze, He Wuyou felt a cool feeling swimming in his meridians, but he didn't know what it was. The biting pain, like the pain burned by the flames, was quickly wrapped in a hint of coolness and warmth.
Chapter completed!