Unlimited Cultivation

"Evolution, so easy to produce?

Wouldn't the wood monks of all planes gather here? "

Old Qian couldn't believe it.

evolution. Although it is not like the horrible effect of two-color strange mud that one day equals ten years, it is also a very useful effect.

If the plants planted on purple soil are very advanced.

Once evolved. The effect is terrifying.

"such as."

Old Qian said suspiciously.

"If you stop on the purple soil. You have a great possibility of evolving into a golden peach tree. Does that mean?"

Asked the old money.

Tao Jinzhang was in front of him. It is very possible to feel so eager. It is for this reason.

"It's possible."

Tao Jinzhang chuckled.

It was really embarrassing for him to see his own thoughts through.

"However, this evolution is uncertain.

Maybe I can not evolve into a golden peach tree if I wear four thousand music in the purple soil.

Maybe I only need to stay four to become a golden peach tree.

This is the characteristic of purple soil. Maybe evolution will never happen, maybe evolution will happen soon. "

Tao Jinzhang shrugged.

"If you want to walk into Hua, it will definitely happen.

Then, as the Lord said, this plane of Mount Mondu has long ceased to exist.

Produced this purple soil. Before, we only knew it was the plane of Naxi. I didn't expect that this plane of Mengdu Mountain would also be produced.

No wonder, I have seen samples of purple soil before, how do I feel that there is a subtle difference in breath in a sample?

They must have mixed up the two kinds of soil, it must be so! "

In Tao Jinzhang's eyes, a look of sudden realization immediately appeared.

"Hey, this is also human nature. Is the yield of this purple soil large?

Otherwise, you say you stand in the purple soil, and one stop is four thousand years?

I think there is enough purple soil for you alone.

Old Qian's eyes just turned.

"Hey, these purple soil. I heard that the annual output is only two thousand catties. So many planes wood monks need it.

These purple soils are said to be sold starting at ten kilograms.

For every ten catties, one thousand top-grade immortal stones! "

Lao Qian first heard that the annual output was only two thousand catties.

Two thousand catties, isn't that much?

These purple soil. It's just a big hit.

However, as soon as I heard the price behind.

Old money is already a black line.

Ten catties of purple soil, one thousand top-grade immortal stones.

Two thousand catties of purple soil is two hundred thousand top-grade immortal stones.

On a plane, if an immortal stone mine is found, a vein. It can produce dozens of top-grade immortal stones, which is already a good-taste mineral vein.

More than five mineral veins can be found on a plane, which can be said to be rich in reserves.

Two hundred thousand top grade immortal stones. Just this point, how many planes of celestial stone mine will be hollowed out

?

"Where is the purple soil produced?"

Old Qian's eyes were already full of glittering gold.

Don't talk about these purple soil. It is that they sell the celestial stone of purple soil every year, and the accumulated amount is an amazing number.

"In the Omiuer Valley."

Tao Jinzhang saw the glittering golden light in Old Qian's eyes, as if he had guessed something.

Ma Ruo added cautiously: "90% of the revenue from the purple soil they sell is to be turned over to the Giant Rock Earth God.

Besides, even if it is the rest of the income, there are still so many influences on Mount Mondu, and so many one..."

Cang Dang!

The golden light of old money. Stand up

Ninety percent turned in the giant rock earth god, so the income of staying on the Mengdu Mountain plane in a year was only 20,000 high-grade immortal stones.

but. You can know it with your toes.

Such a place with oil and water. Inevitably, the imperial prestige from all sides reached out.

How many immortal stones are left?

"set off!"

Said the old money very depressed.

"Look how much of their purple soil inventory?"

A piece of mountain rises from the ground, like a knife cut with an axe.

Running water. Crisp and sweet, ringing between the peaks.

Circling upward along the mountain road, the color of the soil. It gradually darkens from brown.

The mountains on all sides gradually began to close.

If you look down from the sky, these mountains. It's like a layer of petals.

Surround the guards as if arrogant.

Exotic trees and flowers surround the mountain, lush and scented.

The center of their surrounding guards is the Omiuer Valley.

"It's really the best place in the world."

Old Qian led the army and stood outside the valley of Omiaoer.

The entire Omiuer Valley was already shrouded in a dense mist that seemed to be substantial.

The protection of the mountain has been settled.

However, in the eyes of the old money at this time.

This dense mist is like a substantial mist, and the slightest flow of arteries is so clear and visible.

The formation method for the trajectory of the mobilization of heaven and earth vitality. It clearly shows in front of the old Qian's eyes.

This is the benefit of achieving a certain level of cultivation. As the saying goes, work comes naturally.

Old Qian now somewhat understands why the high-level monks look so terrible in front of the low-level monks.

Not only did his own cultivation base fail to keep up, but even the layout of the formation seemed transparent in front of the high-ranking monks.

Just a finger!

An oily yellow light of the thickness of a finger. Immediately radiate!

In a flash of light!

It is as dense as a substantial mist. A transparent hole suddenly appeared.

This is a really transparent hole.

In the cave, everything no longer exists.

So that the mist around the small hole seems to be blocked by a layer of invisible force~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and it is as dense as the actual mist inside. There were five or six muffled sounds in succession.

The oily yellow light of the thickness of this finger. It actually penetrated five or six monks in a row!

Old Qian didn't stop, and he reached out and pointed again!

Another light of the thickness of fingers penetrated the dense mist.

There were several consecutive muffled hums.

This is how old money breaks the battle.

The oily yellow light that penetrates everything and destroys everything.

What kind of battle you use is no use!

After the second finger, it was as dense as a substantial mist. Began to roll in confusion.

The purpose of these **** is not only to hurt people, but also to eliminate the nodes of the formation.

Without stopping, it was like walking in a leisurely courtyard.

Old Qian’s third finger is already a free hand!

Count the glottal hum, and it sounded again!

The people in the formation finally couldn't help it anymore.

The dense fog fluctuated.

Countless thunder lights swarmed out.

Is such a heavy defense of the collection of assets the same?

At this moment, it gives people a feeling that this thunder light is about to destroy the world!

this is. I saw a figure wearing a yellow robe. Taking a step forward, a small square tripod in his hand emerged.

Countless thunder lights, in an instant, like a long whale absorbing water, were all caught by this four-pointed tripod. Absorbed completely!