However, it cannot be generalized.

This volume of "Hundred Flowers Book" is, after all, the shortened and deleted version released by Baihua Mountain.

There are many truly valuable things that have not been recorded, and the background of this sect is limited after all. It is impossible to understand Yiying Lingzhu Linghua.

What is said in "Hundred Flowers Pu" may not be accurate.

Qingwu is closely related to the blood descendants of Tianfeng.

Before that colorful phoenix fell, there was absolutely no such tree in Caixia Mountain.

If the root cause can be clarified, it may not be impossible to remove it.

Just because he was worried about damaging the tree, Xie Duanyang was extra careful when exploring, and many spells could not be used.

After observing for a long time, I could not draw a conclusion.

"Maybe..."

Xie Duanyang lowered his gaze and looked at the soil under the tree, thoughtfully.

He didn't find anything above, maybe the secret lies underground.

It's just that the resistance of soil to spiritual consciousness is far greater than that of air.

With his strong spiritual consciousness, it is difficult to extend it too far.

After going twenty or thirty feet deep, you can feel a lot of lakes.

This tree does not look very tall on the surface, but its root system is extremely developed.

Rather than expanding in all directions, it takes root deeply, seemingly in one direction.

Following its direction, Xie Duanyang did vaguely sense that the spiritual power here was much livelier and richer than on the ground.

Thinking in his mind, he released the Tu Xingsun from the copper ring and used its natural ability to control the earth to separate the soil and burrow into the ground.

And with the path it opened up, what I sensed became clear instantly.

"This is?"

Xie Duanyang raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the scene in front of him as expected.

A skeleton, although buried in the soil, is still surrounded by roots.

But it is not difficult to see that the body shape is very similar to the colorful pheasant trapped in Xie Duanyang's palm. It is also a spiritual bird, but its size is several times larger.

The skeleton is not as gray as usual, but white and moist, with the quality of gold and jade, which makes it extraordinary.

Looking at the scene in front of him, a picture emerged in Xie Duanyang's mind.

A colorful phoenix was injured here. In Xiangzhong Valley, he used his last bit of mana to make some arrangements in a hurry, and soon died on his own.

Then, in the place where his body was buried, a spiritual plant gradually sprouted and took root, breaking through the ground and growing into a green tree.

Later, another colorful pheasant was born from the tree and gradually grew up.

Although it is definitely not as simple as Xie Duanyang guessed, and it involves the secret of inheritance that is never passed down by the Feng clan, the process should probably be like this.

"It's been a long time."

Xie Duanyang sighed with emotion.

The name Caixia Mountain has been used for two to three hundred years.

The age of Luofengshan before this is even more difficult to test, but according to Xie Duanyang's estimation, it would take at least a thousand years.

Although that colorful phoenix's cultivation level is definitely not low, the lowest level is that of a pill-forming monster beast.

But after so many years, the muscles, bones, skin, flesh, feathers and other materials have been completely worn away by time, turning into the material for the production of Qingwu and pheasant, leaving only a skeleton.

Although this object can be considered a good spiritual material, useful for refining weapons and combining elixirs, there is not much spirituality left in it.

Xie Duanyang simply stopped taking action and left it with a complete corpse.

Just in time to ask Tu Xingsun to cover the soil again, Xie Duanyang's eyes suddenly froze, he carefully used a spell to push away the roots of the soil, and reached out to grab it.

It's a round stone the size of a fist.

Although it is made of stone, it is moist and lovely, just like beautiful jade.

The lotus root powder is all over the body, except for a bright red mass in the middle, which looks like condensed chicken blood.

Although the color is bright, it is extremely pure and pure, and does not make people feel dazzling or uncomfortable at all.

The surface of the stone is as smooth as a mirror.

But when the light shines on it, you can see the inner texture and lines inside.

Vaguely like silk, extremely fine.

The aura of the green Wu tree is so compelling that its roots somewhat affected my body's senses, so I almost missed it.

Although it was somewhat different from the two pieces in his hand, Xie Duanyang immediately understood that this was also a piece of blood chalcedony.

And among blood chalcedony, it can definitely be called top grade.

Carefully searching through it several times with his spiritual consciousness to confirm that nothing was missing, Xie Duanyang ordered Tu Xingsun to fill in the pit again.

Holding the blood chalcedony in your right hand, enter the magic power inside.

When the lotus root powder round stone stands, it makes a circle filled with brilliance.

The mana cage in his left hand cracked slightly, and a line of pinkish-red light flowed into it.

In just one breath, the cage returned to its leak-free state again.

The colorful pheasants darting left and right among them suddenly became silent, and then charged and crowed wantonly with a far more crazy attitude than before.

Xie Duanyang smiled. Originally, he thought it would take at least ten days to temper this bird's temper.

As for truly making him sincerely accept the Lord, it will take several months of training.

But it will be much more convenient to get this piece of blood chalcedony.

For a time, even the problem that the green wu tree could not be transplanted was no longer so annoying to him.

"If the mountain is not mine, then the mountain will be where I come from."

Xie Duanyang looked around. Although the Shenshou Valley chosen by Mo Juren also had some shallow aura, it could not compare with this place.

Since I can't move the green wu tree, I might as well move it here.

It just so happens that people from the Qixuan Sect don’t have to bother me.

Although not long has passed, those senior officials have already tried to practice the "Housou Zhen Gang" after they returned, but no one has done anything well.

Soon, according to their closeness, they successively taught this skill from relatives at home and abroad, to direct disciples, and then to some new disciples with good qualifications and backgrounds.

After the destruction of the Wild Wolf Gang, the Qixuan Sect has developed smoothly in the past thirty years, with many more disciples than before.

This tactic of casting a wide net actually allowed them to catch a new fish, and another person who could practice this method appeared.

Of course, considering that "Houstu Zhengang" is only a local method.

There may not be people with spiritual roots who have missed it.

Although it is somewhat inconsistent with the expectations of those sect leaders and elders, they are still two practitioners after all.

The two people immediately put all their energy into practicing this technique, half on their own initiative and half on their own urging.

There is no elixir, and there is no famous teacher to guide you.

The qualifications of the two are not very good, but their progress can be imagined.

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Until now, I have only been able to produce a faint trace of magical power.

I'm afraid it will take a year or two to complete the first floor.

Under this situation, the senior officials of Qixuanmen naturally turned their attention to Xie Duanyang, who looked very kind.

They have seen Xie Duanyang's magical power, so they don't dare to do anything.

He just became more and more enthusiastic, running out of the valley from time to time, thinking about some rare treasures to present.

Considering that Zhang Jialiang and Zhang Xiu had not yet completed their cultivation, and the Zhang family still needed their care, Xie Duanyang did not kill or punish them, but just showed his face and sent them away.

But it is foreseeable that there is a god nearby, and they will never stop.

You might as well take the opportunity to leave.

"Revealing them a few prescriptions should keep them busy for another three or two years."

Xie Duanyang had already cared about this, and he couldn't help but laugh secretly when he recalled the medicinal materials that Doctor Mo had used on Han Li.

The Qixuan Sect is now the overlord here, and is not much weaker than the Jingjiao Society, but Jingzhou is not as prosperous and wealthy as Lanzhou.

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But it’s much better than the lonely Doctor Mo back then.

If we collect them with all our strength, it will not be a problem for two people to successfully cultivate to the third level of Qi training.
To be continued...