Gou In the World of Gods

The world of cultivating immortals has distinct levels.

After the foundation-building female cultivator took the tree heart, it was the turn of the ordinary Hoanzhen cultivator, who was busy for a while, taking out the most essential spiritual material on the tree demon, until they filled their storage bags, and the rest were scattered. Xiu was able to step forward.

The female cultivators of the foundation ate meat, the ordinary cultivators of the True Sect drank soup, and the rest of the loose cultivators also picked up some leftovers.

This tree demon is also very large, otherwise I am afraid that there will be no residue.

Although the tree demon is a second-order monster, the only ones that belong to the category of spiritual materials are the circle near the heart of the tree.

This part of the wood is very different from ordinary wood. It has a dense texture and exudes a brilliant bright blue with a mysterious and natural texture. The color is brighter as it goes to the center. glow.

"It's a pity that this piece of wood is not a car bead!" Chen Li thought inwardly as he looked at it with admiration.

Of course, what is left for the loose cultivators is only the first rank. The most essential parts have long been taken away by the people of the True Sect. They are worth a total of two or three hundred mid-grade spirit stones, and one point for thousands of monks. People can only get twenty or thirty low-grade spirit stones.

But such a rare harvest is enough to make these loose cultivators happy.

For a while, the magical instruments were flying, and they used various means, and they were digging against the stump.

"Boom boom boom!"

...

"Ah, my magic weapon, broken, broken!"

Someone exclaimed, holding the instrument that was broken in two, beating his chest and feet in grief.

"Stupid, a low-grade magic weapon, came to dig this."

"I really don't have any knowledge. This is a first-order spiritual material. You take a low-grade magic weapon and hit it hard. I don't know who is tough?"

The crowd laughed and yelled.

Many people were so frightened that they quickly put their hands away. A low-grade magic weapon is worth at least a middle-grade spirit stone. If it breaks, it will be impossible to cry, and it will be a loss to grandma's house.

Chen Li and his party gathered together and also occupied a position.

Chen Li dug up a few pieces of wood following the flow. The wood was very heavy, moist in texture, slightly crystal clear, as if a layer of enamel had been cast, and it also faintly exuded a pleasant fragrance.

Zhou Hong looked quite fond of it, saying that it could be used to make some small furniture.

...

The weather is getting colder and colder, and it is almost winter.

As time went on, the three-month corvée had gradually come to an end.

The harsh environment here makes everyone disheveled, with dull eyes, like beggars. The temporary camp has been changed to more than ten places. Almost every seven or eight days, the camp has to move forward for more than ten miles.

Death has always followed, and even in makeshift camps, it is not always safe, and people are often poisoned by poisons, and the bodies are not found until the next morning.

So that every time before going to bed, Chen Li has to use the deworming technique to drive him away.

When it was less than ten days before the corvée, the Hoanzhen cultivator suddenly announced a period of rest.

"What do you think is this? Why did you suddenly take a break for a while?" Zhang Yan asked.

In Chen Li's hut, a group of people surrounded the warm fire, chatting while grilling their prey.

A skinned elk was strung together by thick wooden sticks. Under the licking of the flames, the grease on the surface kept dripping and splashing sparks.

"If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Even the foundation-building cultivator has disappeared. Something big must have happened!" Chen Li thought for a while: "Do you remember the last time you rested?"

"You mean... there is danger again." Zhang Yan said solemnly.

The last time I took a rest was when I encountered a river demon, and I took a full five-day rest.

"Definitely!" Chen Li said.

Zhao Changer slapped his thigh fiercely: "There are only a few days left in this corvée, and that's the case, why don't you let us go back."

With his shameless face and a sense of familiarity, during this time, he also became familiar with everyone, and even the temporary hut was built beside them.

"Because of the harshness of the real sect to the people below, it would be good not to postpone it, but do you want to advance it? It's a daydream!" Zhang Yan sneered when he heard the words.

Zhao Changer sighed: "I think these disciples of the True Sect are not boring, they are busier than us."

This is only to see the thief beaten, not to see the thief eat meat.

"What are you talking about!" Chen Li changed the subject, looked at Zhang Yan, and said with a smile, "I haven't congratulated you yet, Shuniang has broken through to the fourth level of Qi practice so quickly!

After Zhang Shuniang experienced the Battle of Grey Bees, the level that had been stagnant for a long time suddenly loosened, and she successfully advanced to the middle stage of Qi training.

"This girl has some talent for cultivation!" Although Zhang Yan's mouth was modest, he couldn't help smiling: "It's just that her personality is too soft, and there will be worries in the future."

"The more you experience, the better."

...

This time, tens of thousands of people were sent out for the corvée expedition, and there were more than 20 foundation builders. Although each group was separated, they were actually not far apart, only a few miles left and right, and news came soon.

Not some second-order monster.

But encountered a terrible evil.

It is said that one group died overnight, and only a few monks, including the one who built the foundation, escaped unscathed.

These days, these foundation establishments are searching for this evil figure.

The temporary camp suddenly became panicked.

For this reason, Chen Li quickly gave up the habit of going to the wild to practice swordsmanship and brushing techniques every night~www.readwn.com~ In the dead of night, in the wilderness, alone, this is almost no different from seeking death, but fortunately, he has never sold the evil talisman. , the number is as many as 170, and Zhou Hong also has 20, so he is not panic, the family is safe.

Time passes day by day.

The atmosphere grew tense.

Various gossips circulated in the temporary camp.

Some people say that Zhuji died.

Some say more than one died.

Some people also said that it was a base-building evil who killed several companions.

Chen Li didn't know what happened.

Just three days before the end of the corvée, a high-speed escaping light flew towards this side very quickly in the early morning. With the terrifying coercion, the temporary camp, which had been extremely noisy just a moment ago, instantly became silent.

The Jindan ancestor of the True Sect has finally arrived!

"It seems that something really happened?" Chen Li was horrified.

"Is something wrong!" Zhou Hong leaned on Chen Li's shoulder, looked at the ancestor Jindan, and said worriedly.

"Probably not, or these foundation building will not delay the summoning of Jindan ancestors until now." Chen Li said with relief: "Alas, there is nothing we can do about it, let's see!"

Zhang Yan and Zhang Shuniang heard the movement and walked out of the house at this time: "The ancestors of Jindan are here, so there should be no problem."

"I hope so!" Chen Li said.

In his heart, he was eager to arouse his desire for strength.

This world has no strength, and even its own safety cannot be guaranteed.

Jindan is too far away.

He is already within reach of the foundation.

Then build the foundation first.

Must build a foundation!

...

Just as Chen Li and other scattered cultivators were anxiously waiting for the outcome of the battle, the cultivators of the True Sect suddenly came over and announced that the corvée had ended ahead of schedule and could return on their own.

ps: I have something to go out today, that's all.