A breath,
Two breaths,
…
Seven or eight breaths passed, and the branches and stakes of the Lingtao tree seemed as quiet as before, without showing any abnormality.
Seeing this, Zhao Jinjian became anxious and couldn't help asking: "Chonghe, did you fail?"
In order to cooperate with this bizarre experiment, the Zhao family has paid a lot of price.
Not to mention Zixia Yulu, even the three fallen green peaches can be exchanged for 10,000 to 20,000 spirit stones each when ripe.
"Don't be impatient, wait a moment."
Zhao Sheng had just finished speaking.
Sudden,
The ground shook and a faint buzzing sound came from underground.
At this time, the purple dew in the cracks of the tree stump quickly sank down, as if there was an invisible big mouth swallowing it.
"It's done!"
Zhao Sheng shouted in surprise.
However, at this moment, the emerald green branches of the spiritual peach tree dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if a large amount of vitality had been drained away.
"Hurry up and pour the jade dew!" Zhao Sheng's face changed drastically.
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Jinjian stretched out his right hand, and the purple jade dew in the jade bottle in his hand flew out instantly, forming a line of water and falling accurately into the crack.
Zhao Sheng also rushed forward and drank the remaining half bottle of Yu Lu without hesitation.
However, the two of them still underestimated how much the mysterious spiritual tree, which had been silent and dead for countless years, desired vitality and spiritual energy when it revived.
In just a few breaths, he had completely digested three bottles of Zixia Yulu.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng gritted his teeth, took out the remaining seven bottles of Zixia Yulu, and handed them to Zhao Jinjian.
He held up the small Zhoutian talisman plate with a serious expression. As his mind flashed, all nine eighteen-fold Spring Breeze and Rain Talismans instantly turned into ashes.
In an instant, the sea of fog within a radius of ten miles with the slope as the center suddenly churned up, and a super-large vortex took shape slowly but quickly as rays of spiritual light shot into the sea of fog.
Two breaths later, a huge vortex shaped like a hole and like a giant tornado slowly descended above Zhao Sheng's head. As he thought about it, a spiritual cloud emitting strong vitality quickly formed under the vortex.
Then the spiritual cloud began to raindrops,
The raindrops full of vitality fell on the wooden stakes, as if they fell on the desert, and were absorbed in the blink of an eye.
After seeing this scene, Zhao Sheng's face changed again.
The next moment, another nine eighteen-fold Spring Breeze Rain Talismans turned into ashes.
Next the third and fourth batches
…
Zhao Sheng may not know, or he may know but not care.
As he released a large number of talismans, the range of the tornado vortex became larger and larger, and finally it spread to a hundred miles away.
This time the noise was quite loud, and for a moment I don't know how many evil birds and beasts were alarmed.
What's more, some of the cultivators affected were also alarmed by this strange phenomenon.
Some choose to stay away, but some are brave enough to rush here regardless of their lives.
Halfway through their journey, they inevitably ran into a group of monsters that were looking for them.
As a result, battles between humans and demons broke out one after another within a hundred miles of the slope.
Zhao Sheng was completely oblivious to the various changes happening outside the slope.
As the seventy-two Spring Breeze Rain Talismans were released, the six bottles of Purple Cloud Jade Dew in Zhao Jinjian's hand were also empty.
If pouring the last bottle in is still not enough, he will only have the last nine second-level sweet rain talismans left in his hand.
But to be honest, Zhao Sheng had tried it before, and the effect of the Ganlin Talisman was not much stronger than the Eighteen-fold Spring Breeze Talisman.
"Keep pouring!" Zhao Sheng gritted his teeth and gave the order decisively. Zhao Jinjian nodded solemnly, then poured the last bottle of jade dew into the crack.
Zhao Sheng was about to launch the last wave of talismans.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up with astonishing light and his face showed an expression of great surprise.
Because at this time, the wooden stake finally had a second reaction.
The crack suddenly began to wriggle and healed in the blink of an eye, and the branch of the spiritual peach tree finally grew together with the wooden stake.
At this time, circles of faint white light gradually appeared on the annual rings of the wooden stump, and a halo appeared on the branches and leaves of the spiritual peach tree, which looked extremely magical.
"It's alive! Chonghe, it's finally alive!" Zhao Jinjian jumped up excitedly, looking very excited.
After spending so much money over the years, we finally see a glimmer of hope.
Zhao Sheng suppressed his excitement, circulated his spiritual power, and continued to maintain the current state of Lingyun.
Slowly, the spiritual rain grew heavier. The wooden stake was no longer as hungry and indiscriminate as before.
Those life-filled water droplets rolled down to the foot of the peach tree, finally forming a small puddle.
At this moment, Zhao Xuanjing suddenly ran out of the cave in a panic, looking up and shouting at the two of them: "Seventh Uncle, Fourth Grandfather, those tree roots in the cave are alive!"
"Okay, got it!"
Zhao Sheng's mind was mostly on the spiritual peach tree, and he nodded nonchalantly.
It is not surprising that the revival of the mysterious spiritual tree always produces certain strange phenomena.
Zhao Xuanjing scratched the back of his head upon hearing this and said depressedly, "But most of the spiritual energy in the cave has just been sucked away, and the spiritual energy concentration has dropped significantly!"
"What?" Zhao Sheng frowned.
"Oh no, a monster has broken into the illusion array!"
At this moment, Zhao Jinjian's face suddenly changed, and the Red Rainbow Sword suddenly shot out and disappeared into the outer layer of clouds.
The next second, the Chihong Sword, covered in blood, flew back and hung above Zhao Jinjian's head.
"Chonghe, stop casting spells! It will be too late if you do it later."
Zhao Sheng was shocked when he heard this, and immediately waved his hand to release seven or eight spiritual powers, which quickly dispersed the spiritual clouds above his head.
The tornado vortex lost its spiritual support and quickly calmed down and dissipated.
"Fourth Master, what's the situation outside now? Can the Flowing Cloud Illusion Formation hold up?"
Zhao Jinjian's spiritual awareness had long since expanded to its maximum range, and he was in control of everything that happened within a few dozen feet.
His face darkened as he spoke, "The formation can still hold up. As long as monsters below level three don't rush in blindly, they won't be able to see through the illusion. But there are many monsters roaming around the slopes right now. If we attract a big one, it would be disastrous."
Zhao Sheng knew that the so-called big guy referred to a powerful monster at the Jindan level.
Jindan-level monsters have already developed demonic consciousness similar to divine consciousness, and the illusions created by a mere second-level flowing cloud illusion array are unlikely to confuse them.
"Hide in the cave first and leave the rest to God!"
Zhao Sheng knew that he was taking some risks this time, but as the saying goes, fortune and honor are sought in danger. There are countless difficulties and obstacles on the road to becoming an immortal. If one is not brave enough to take even this little risk, then there is no point in becoming an immortal.
Then the three of them walked into the cave with different expressions. Zhao Sheng and the other person took the initiative to step back, while Zhao Jinjian stood sideways at the edge of the cave, with the red rainbow sword shining brightly, ready for battle.
A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Jinjian struck out with his sword three times, leading away the two monsters.
In three quarters of an hour, he drew his sword twice and killed a first-level rock scorpion.
An hour later, the surrounding monsters slowly dispersed, and although the slope was slightly damaged, it was generally intact.
A month later, Zhao Jinjian happily left the slope with a storage bag full of spiritual soil and three carefully selected spiritual medicines.