"This breath... the Nine Infant Fruit of Samsara!"
Zheng Yi's heart moved. After so many years and tens of thousands of drops of essence and blood nourishing him, there was finally a change.
He left the secret room and walked towards the original imperial mausoleum in Tianshou Mountain.
Along the way, the imperial mausoleum was silent.
With a sweep of his spiritual thoughts, the entire Tianshou Mountain fell into his eyes.
All monks, subordinates, and imperial guards perform their duties.
Even a few concubines were practicing quietly or communicating secretly.
He continued to move forward, and after walking up a flight of stairs, the scenery in front of him suddenly became clearer.
A huge hollow space appeared in front of us. This was the core of the original imperial mausoleum, but now it was transformed by Zheng Yi into a place dedicated to the growth of the Nine Infant Fruit of Samsara.
He continued to move forward, and a huge black shadow appeared in front of his eyes.
In the boundless darkness, a giant tree stood impressively.
It is like a silent giant, alone and firmly watching this silent world.
The trunk of this giant tree is astonishingly thick, as if it was formed by countless years of precipitation and accumulation.
Its bark is rough and thick, covered with wrinkles and scars left by time, which are witnesses of its weathering and vicissitudes.
In the darkness, these textures appear even deeper, as if telling unknown ancient stories.
The branches of the giant tree stretched out in all directions, like huge arms trying to embrace the entire dark space.
Some branches point straight to the sky, seeming to challenge the endless darkness; others are bent, as if carrying a heavy burden, but still holding on tenaciously.
The leaves grew densely on the branches, but under the cover of darkness, they lost their original color, showing a deep dark green, even a little black.
These leaves intertwined with each other, forming a dense shadow, making the giant tree even more mysterious and elusive.
Zheng Yi's heart moved, and with a wave of his hand, a strong wind came and rolled towards the big tree.
And he himself, following this strong wind, flew towards the Nine Infant Fruit of Samsara.
The strong wind blew quietly and the leaves rustled, as if the giant tree was whispering its loneliness and loneliness.
Without the sunshine or the singing of birds, it lived alone in this darkness, but never gave up its persistence in life.
Its roots penetrate deeply into the earth, searching for nourishment and strength in the darkness.
Around this giant tree, the darkness seems to become thicker, as if it is the center and the only existence of this dark world.
Zheng Yi's figure flew upwards from the root of the Samsara Nine Infant Fruit tree.
On the surface of this thick tree trunk, the black texture is surrounded by scarlet light.
This is the scene after the blood sacrifice.
With more than 10,000 drops of essence and blood irrigating him, he had a strange feeling of blood connection with this giant tree.
It was as if... this giant tree had become his own clone.
Flying above the tree crown, there was a faint crystal light shining among the dense trees.
He continued to get closer, and when he looked carefully, he saw that there were fruits hidden among the trees!
The Nine Infant Fruit of Reincarnation!
This Samsara Nine Infant Fruit is human-shaped, about the size of a child's fist, and its body exudes a faint cyan light, as if it is breathing gently in the darkness.
Its skin presents a strange translucent texture. Through this skin, you can vaguely see the veins like blood vessels inside. There is a mysterious light flowing in the veins. The light is bright and dark, as if telling something. An unknown force.
On the top of the fruit, there are nine slightly raised packets, like nine eyes that have not yet been fully opened. These packets are surrounded by circles of delicate lines, like ancient runes, containing endless mysteries.
The roots of the Nine Infant Fruit of Samsara are deeply rooted in the soil of the underground palace, absorbing the essence of this mysterious place.
The soil shimmers with light from time to time, seeming to provide a steady stream of energy for its growth.
Although it is not yet fully mature, it already exudes an intoxicating and strange aroma, as if tempting people to pick it.
"This is the Nine Infant Fruit of Samsara..."
Zheng Yi murmured, but he still knew very well that these Samsara Nine Infant Fruits were not fully mature.
The fully mature Nine Infant Fruit of Samsara is completely transparent, like a diamond.
The current Samsara Nine Infant Fruit is still green and not fully mature.
If you eat it now, it will be like poison and you will definitely die!
"Sigh... I don't know how long it will take before the Nine Infant Fruit of Samsara can truly mature."
He shook his head, made a hand seal with his hands, and once again sprinkled a large amount of essence and blood, covering the entire reincarnation of the Nine Infant Fruit.
After absorbing the essence and blood, the surface of the Samsara Nine Infant Fruit even emitted bursts of scarlet light, absorbing all the power of the essence and blood like breathing and converting it into nutrients.
After doing this, Zheng Yi left the underground palace and returned to Lingxiao Palace.
Just as he was about to continue his meditation, a faint wave of spiritual energy suddenly came from the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror.
"Huh?"
"No, it's not the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror, but... fragments of the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror!"
With a thought in his mind, his figure immediately appeared in the secret room, and his spiritual thoughts contacted the fragments of the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror through the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror.
Almost instantly, he entered the Canglan Realm.
Bai Zhirui.
It's her, calling Zheng Yi.
A few years ago, he threw Bai Zhirui into a cave in the name of meditation and allowed her to practice and build a foundation.
Why did you suddenly come to see him today?
As soon as her spiritual thoughts entered the fragments of the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror, she heard Bai Zhirui holding the fragments of the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror in her hands, her pretty face full of anxiety.
"Master~Master, come out quickly. A powerful enemy is coming. I am no match for you..."
"An enemy?"
Zheng Yi frowned. This place was specially chosen by him. After the ravages of Jueling Qi, the land with a radius of hundreds of miles was like white land, with almost no monks or monks from the Netherworld clan appearing.
How could there be a big enemy?
He comforted him: "My dear disciple, what happened?"
"Master! You finally woke up!"
Bai Zhirui said in surprise, her tone full of surprise.
As he spoke, Zheng Yi swept away his spiritual thoughts and immediately enveloped the land within a hundred miles.
Sure enough.
Outside the cave, there were three monks from the Nether Spirit clan, attacking the formation he had set up.
The formation kept flickering, and it was obvious that it could no longer hold up.
"What happened? Tell me quickly...your cultivation level?"
When Zheng Yi was surprised, Bai Zhirui said quickly: "Master! My disciple tried to build the foundation a few days ago, but he didn't expect to succeed..."
"But the spiritual energy vortex generated during the breakthrough caused fluctuations in the surrounding spiritual energy. Those monks from the Nether Spirit clan were attracted by this spiritual energy fluctuation!"
"Foundation building, spiritual energy vortex...that's it!"
With a thought, he tried his best to explore the monks of the Nether Spirit clan outside the formation.
The mysterious formation exudes a soft and tough light, like a bright light in the dark night, but it is unstable in the wind and rain. Three Nether Spirit Clan monks were surrounding this formation, casting their own Nether Spirit Clan spells and attacking crazily.
The leader of the Netherworld cultivator was tall and strong, like an unshakable mountain peak.
His broad shoulders grew horizontally, and his exposed muscles were like hard black iron, shining with a chilling sheen.
His face seemed to have been burned by magma, twisted and ferocious, and his blood-red eyes were like burning hellfire, full of endless killing and violence.
There is also a pair of curved black horns on the top of its head, and it is unknown what race it is.
He was seen holding a huge black battle ax tightly in both hands. The battle ax was inlaid with strange runes and flashed with an eerie light from time to time.
Every time the battle ax was swung, a gust of wind howled, and the power of darkness surged out, turning into black lightning and striking the formation fiercely.
He roared angrily: "This formation must hide the remnants of the human race. Today we must break it and capture it!"
The monk from the Ming Ling clan on the left beside him has a long and slender figure, but exudes an indescribable sinister aura.
His skin was as pale as paper, as if he had never seen the sunlight, and his narrow eyes shone with a strange green light, like a hungry wolf in the middle of the night.
Wearing a black robe, the robe was embroidered with mysterious runes. As he moved, these runes kept flashing, emitting heart-stopping fluctuations.
Both hands waved a black staff, the top of which was inlaid with a huge green gem. Countless painful souls seemed to be imprisoned in the gem, emitting bursts of shrill howls.
Whenever he recited a spell, the gem on the staff would release a stream of green smoke. The smoke quickly condensed into huge poisonous scorpions, waving their sharp pliers and rushing towards the formation.
He said coldly: "Now that the Netherworld clan and the human race are at full-scale war, no human monk can be allowed to escape in this abyss!"
"Perhaps this person is a spy who sneaked into my underworld. A few days ago, the army of the Underworld Snake clan attacked and killed a monk who was hiding in the dark while discussing military affairs. Maybe this person is an accomplice!"
The monk from the Netherworld clan on the right looks like a short dwarf.
His head was extremely large, disproportionate to his thin body, and his eyes were as bulging as copper bells, shining with a cunning and ferocious light.
He was wearing a piece of clothing sewn from the skins of various exotic animals. The hair on the clothing fluttered in the wind, seeming to give him a strange sense of movement.
He held a black bell in his hand, which was engraved with dense runes.
When he shook the bell gently, it would make a harsh sound, and the sound waves turned into invisible sharp blades, cutting through the formation's light.
He screamed: "We have been attacking here for two days, and we must break the formation as soon as possible without giving them a chance to breathe!"
"Hmph, that's right! In this war between the two clans, our Mingling clan will definitely wipe out the human race completely, so that they will never be able to stand up again!"
The leader of the Nether Spirit Clan monk swung his battle ax again, and the black lightning became more and more violent.
"That's natural. This Abyss is the territory of our Mingling clan. How can we allow the human monks to act recklessly here!"
"Now that a Hades Emperor appears again in our Ming Ling clan, he has broken the sealing formation. It is time to drive out all races and restore the glory of our Ming Ling clan thousands of years ago!"
The monks from the Ming Ling clan holding the staff echoed, and the spells in their hands became even more powerful.
"As long as I can kill all these humans, I will be heavily rewarded when I return!"
The short monk from the Netherworld clan shook the bell while showing a greedy smile.
Under the frenzied attack of the three Netherworld monks, the light of the formation gradually dimmed.
However, it still resisted tenaciously, as if guarding the last hope behind it.
Time passed by, but the attacks of the three Netherworld monks showed no sign of weakening.
Veins popped up on the forehead of the leader of the Mingling clan monk, and sweat fell like rain, but his eyes became more determined, full of determination to kill.
"Work harder! I can already feel the power of the formation weakening, and I will be able to break it soon!" The monk from the Mingling clan holding the staff shouted loudly.
"Haha, once the formation is broken, all the human monks inside will become the dead souls of our swords!" The short Netherworld monk let out a harsh laugh.
Within the formation, Zheng Yi, who had extremely powerful spiritual power, also heard the conversation between the three people, and his tone instantly became weird.
"There is a Hades Emperor in the Ming Ling clan?"
"What kind of cultivation is this Emperor of the Underworld? Transforming into gods? No! There are also monks who transform into gods among the human race. Could it be that...the combined state?"
He took a breath of cold air and instantly felt that this place in the abyss was no longer safe. He immediately said: "Good disciple, get ready, the master will take you out!"
"Master? What should I do?"
"Just wait for my master's instructions. Have you practiced all the magic weapons I gave you before?"
"Well, I've already practiced it!"
"That's good..."
Zheng Yi agreed, and his spiritual mind immediately contacted the formation hub outside the cave.
This formation was created by him, so he can naturally manipulate it at will.
"The three people outside are all foundation-building monks, but after two days and two nights of non-stop offensive formation, they are already exhausted. In this case..."
With a thought, he immediately activated the self-destruction rune of the formation.
At the same time, the three people outside the cave seemed to sense something.
The formation suddenly emitted a burst of intense light, seeming to be making its final resistance.
The three Netherworld monks were forced to take a few steps back by the light, but they quickly rushed forward again.
"No, this formation is going to self-destruct!" The face of the leading monk from the Ming Ling clan changed and he stopped.
"Retreat!"
The three of them retreated quickly, like ghosts.
At this critical moment, the formation's light reached its peak, and then there was a loud noise.
"Boom...!!!"
In an instant, the formation self-destructed, producing violent airflow and impact. The surrounding boulders and soil were also blown into dregs, rushing in all directions.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, a figure dressed in white suddenly rushed out of the cave and rushed towards the north.
"Where to run!"
"Stop!"
"Hahaha... She's actually a girl. Big brother and second brother, let me have some fun later!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Catch him quickly!"
The three people screamed in surprise and came to kill one after another.
At this time, Bai Zhirui stretched her hand forward, and a white lotus rapidly rose and hit the front fiercely.
In front of her was the most burly monk from the Nether Spirit clan among the three.
He laughed loudly, held the giant axe, and chopped it down hard.
"Girl, come and die!"
Almost at the same time, a strange and powerful wave of spiritual thoughts suddenly surged out from the center of her chest, like a violent stormy wave.
Mental stab!
puff……! ! ! (End of chapter)