Ball Ball Cultivation

Chapter 411 Wood Spirit Root

The prerequisite is that you have at least the cultivation level of a True God or above, otherwise you will explode and die after drinking it.

Those below the level of True God and Immortal Emperor can take three drops.

Bai Yi and the others, even the weakest Qinqin, are all pure-blooded divine beasts. They do not have the cultivation of true gods, but they all have the foundation to become true gods.

With the help of the Origin Tree, I only used the power of rules to seal the excess energy and activate the divine blood to the maximum extent, barely able to withstand a drop. As for you..."

The voice was deliberately prolonged, and it didn't know how to explain it, because it was just guessing about many things about the ball.

Bai Yi and his friends are divine beasts, so they can naturally seal the excess divine spring fluid in their spines.

Looking at Qiuqiu's body from left to right, I didn't find anything remarkable. Although chaotic spirits are hard to come by once in a thousand years, there are so many cultivation planes, and they have been around for billions of years.

If a chaotic spirit appeared every ten thousand years, and only one percent of it could cultivate to perfection, then there would be a lot of chaotic spirits in the fairy world and the god world today.

The reality is that those who have cultivated themselves to become powerful are all chosen by heaven. Their qualifications, talents, perseverance, understanding, and hard work are all outstanding. Even if they have a vague luck, they are all people with great luck.

Therefore, among the top powerful people, there are not many powerful ones who are chaotic spirit bodies. In the eyes of these powerful people, Qiuqiu is now like an ant.

Before she could figure out how to explain her current insignificance to Qiuqiu, she heard Qiuqiu fill in her own mind: "Luckily, the wooden stick is my life-saving magic weapon. By the way, it also transferred away the excess energy in the Fortune Spring. I don't know how to help me seal it in my spine."

What Qiuqiu didn't know was that her spinal bone marrow had already been transformed, and her blood, muscles, and fur would also slowly change as her cultivation level improved! Ordinary cultivators simply didn't have this ability.

"I'll ask Mugun to help Grandpa and the others seal the violent energy of the Fortune Spring. Is that okay?"

Huahua looked at Qiuqiu as if he were a fool: "It's rare that Mugun can barely seal Bai Yi and the others, but it's impossible for Grandpa and the others."

"Why?" Qiuqiu was really a little angry.

"The power of the Creation Spring is so powerful you can't even imagine it. It holds the number one position among the three sacred springs, so don't underestimate it. Preserving memories, reshaping the soul and body is something even reincarnation can't do!

The third-ranked Nine Tribulations Divine Spring is from an immortal who has undergone nine tribulations. After his soul has been scattered, only three drops are left. Of course, the main function of the Nine Tribulations Divine Spring is to improve one's cultivation.

For those with cultivation levels above that of a True God, one drop of the Nine Tribulations Divine Spring can raise their level by one major level. This has at least happened in the God Realm.

The Immortal Spring can make one immortal. Legend has it that the Immortal Spring is alive. The most accurate record is that the Immortal Spring is a three-year-old baby holding a small bowl, who appeared near the Endless Ladder. He once used a drop of the spring to revive a little goddess who had just died.

As for the Fountain of Creation, it is only a legendary existence. Legend has it that it once appeared in places with the power of creation, such as the Fountain of Creation Tree and the Fountain of Creation Lotus.

The power of creation is the most overbearing. If you are not careful, it will reshape you. However, it is hard to tell whether you will still be the same after being reshaped.

"You all have the seal of the Supreme Law within your souls, guaranteeing that after consuming the Fortune Spring, your souls will remain immortal. With the help of the wooden stick to balance and suppress the seal, you'll have the chance to succeed. Your grandfather and the others certainly can't do that. Mortals can't withstand the energy of the Spring. Forcing themselves to consume it will only lead to their bodies exploding and their souls disintegrating."

Xu Ye: "When I saw the liquid in that wine jug, I felt a little coveted and instinctively feared, so I can't drink it now. The more precious the natural treasure is, the more likely it is to be obtained by those with a destiny."

Qiuqiu had already given up the idea of ​​having his family consume the Fortune Spring. He suddenly looked at Huahua and asked, "How did you know all this secret? Could it be that because of the Fortune Spring, you've leveled up again and gained a new inheritance?"

Huahua was dejected. "No, Xuanxi Palace released some more books. I sealed the Fountain of Creation and took the opportunity to check it out. Mugun used the Origin Tree's Origin Power to seal part of the Fountain of Creation's energy. I heard Mugun say it himself."

"Its intelligence has improved? You can all communicate with it without any obstacles!" He quickly called out to Muguner in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Huahua opened her round eyes and said: "The wooden stick has fallen into a deep sleep. You should speed up the refining of the wooden stick to increase your control. Maybe in the future, in a critical moment, you can use it once or twice to save your life!

Also, Mugun doesn't like this name and asked for a name as cute as Huahua."

Xu Ye couldn't hear the conversation between the master and servant, declined the opportunity to drink the holy spring, and took the initiative to inquire about Ning Yue's life in this life.

Qiuqiu: "I already call it Qiuqiu, which is a catchy name. It has high requirements. You call it Huahua, so we must be consistent. Let's call it Mumu."

Huahua was very happy and said that she would tell her friends this cute name in person.

Those who expressed their submission had their spiritual roots measured. Among them was a twelve-year-old boy who looked at the high priest timidly.

It was this "little boy" who hid among the second elder's disciples and was detected to have a single wood spiritual root. He was the best qualifier at present except for Ning Yue.

Qingwu was delighted to see the prey and was about to lead it to Qiuqiu. Even the high priest who had been reluctant to act broke through the pressure on him and stood up with all his might to prevent Qiuqiu from getting close.

The high priest didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. For the first time, his arrogant eyes were filled with anxiety. He pleaded in a voice, "I beg the Immortal to leave a glimmer of hope for the Temple of the Gods."

Qiuqiu didn't reply, and used his spiritual sense to check the "little boy's" spiritual roots and Dantian. He found that his spiritual sense was unusually useful, without that kind of sluggish feeling! By the way, he explored the child's body.

She discovered an interesting point: "Can men and women serve as the high priest of the Temple?" The tone was questioning, a definite question.

The High Priest's last "trump card" collapsed in this instant. He looked at the Second Elder in despair, then at the people who had surrendered below the stage, and finally at the Temple of the God of Servant standing above. The light in his eyes dimmed!

"I have a question for the Immortal. My cultivation is the highest among all the high priests. Why can't I bestow blessings on others?"

Qiuqiu asked him to put his hand on the spirit-testing plate, and soon a green beam of light was emitted.

Seriously explain: "You have a mutated wind spiritual root, which makes you a rare talent in cultivation.

The Wind Spiritual Root is a mutation of the Wood Spiritual Root. You can barely practice Wood-type techniques, but without a conversion method, you cannot practice Wood-type spells."

With a casual cast of a large-scale healing spell, the internal injuries caused by the pressure were all healed in the blink of an eye.

Those noble lords who were originally forced to join now have fiery glints in their eyes.