But the sapling began to wither, and several tree roots forcefully tore through the barrier and appeared in front of the sapling.
The young sapling trembled as it moved closer to the roots, its love spreading. The roaring roots turned into soft tentacles, gently caressing the young sapling like a sad mother, and waves of red-golden, masculine and strong power flowed into the young sapling. However, everything was in vain!
Even too much extremely yang and extremely strong power stimulated the foul blood of heaven and earth. The extremely yang and extremely strong power collided with the extremely yin and extremely evil energy, and with a loud bang, the sapling was reduced to ashes!
The tree roots that were gently caressing the sapling suddenly froze, like a sculpture. The explosion tore the tree roots apart. The criss-crossing wounds on the roots dripped with golden sap that had the most yang and strong scent, like blood and tears.
The immortals were surprised.
Suddenly, the tree roots began to dance wildly, tearing the air with a sound that sounded like sobbing. The cracks in the barrier were constantly torn and expanded as the tree roots danced, and Gan Yuan's barrier seemed to be beginning to crumble.
Seeing this, Liu Jie looked at the immortals who were still stunned and shouted, "Hurry up and cut off these tree roots. Strengthen the barrier, and use the method of strengthening the barrier to cut off these tree roots!"
The immortals finally reacted, and the old turtle in Shouyang Palace roared first, spitting out a phantom of a turtle shell from its mouth and pounced on the barrier. Suddenly, a layer of turtle back patterns appeared on the surface of the barrier and stabilized.
Afterwards, all the immortals took action, and the cracks in the barrier began to shrink. The barrier itself was like a knife, cutting off the tree roots one by one; the few that were not broken were also cut off by magical powers.
This time, the immortals acted decisively and swiftly. After a moment, all the tree roots were finally cut off, and no new roots appeared.
Huge tree roots that were hundreds of meters long and tens to twenty meters thick lay on the ground, twisting gently like venomous snakes that were not yet dead. The immortals looked at these tree roots with greed in their eyes. These tree roots exuded an aura that made even the Golden Immortals covetous, and each tree root was equivalent to a small mineral vein.
But this time, no one moved, but looked at Xihe.
Xihe thought for a moment, and suddenly looked at Liu Jie. All of a sudden, the eyes of the immortals were focused on Liu Jie again. The strong pressure implied by these eyes made Liu Jie's scalp numb. But Liu Jie still took a step forward and spoke slowly:
"I have an immature distribution suggestion. First, alchemists, weapon refiners, and practitioners with similar basic skills should select a small amount of materials for research. Practitioners who are interested in research should also be encouraged to recommend themselves. We should work together to see if we can find a way to restrain the Fusang sacred tree. We will set up a temporary research base nearby, with the hall masters jointly supervising, organizing members, and technology. Then, the remaining tree roots will be divided into two parts. One part will belong to the collective and be open to all practitioners who are interested in fighting Gan Yuan. It will form an existence similar to military supplies. Finally, the remaining tree roots will be distributed according to their respective merits. I suggest that a large part be given to Langya Hall, which has made the greatest contribution this time."
The immortals had no objection, Liu Jie's allocation was reasonable. However, there was one thing: no one had any experience with research institutes.