Russell pondered for a moment about the great master from Xifo Sect who suddenly appeared, and finally chose not to think about it.
Because the gap between him and my realm is too far.
What's more, he is not without followers. As a true disciple of Maoshan, he can even be directly appointed as the head of Nei Mao. He has a good family background and does not need to worry about someone who does something unethical behind his back.
Russell shook his head and turned to look at the Tathagata Island which was gradually sinking into the sea. The island had fallen apart and was continuously sinking into the sea.
He waved his finger, and as if time was turning back, soil continued to emerge from the bottom of the sea, vibrating rapidly. The five originally independent hilltops merged together, and as for the top-level Feng Shui Land Overlord Xijia, it was gone.
But that doesn't matter.
What is important is the spiritual stone vein under the Overlord's armor.
He flicked his fingers quickly, and a small tree grew out in every direction on the island. It grew against the wind and emitted star-like light, which was particularly beautiful.
In just a few breaths, a towering tree was formed.
Such a good place should be reserved for Maoshan, ordinary people cannot enjoy it.
A faint golden pattern continued to spread from the tree, and the golden patterns reflected each other. The original mountain top was suddenly hidden, and ancient trees that blocked out the sky and the sun grew up.
With these huge ancient trees as shelter, even if the spiritual energy is gone in the future and the formation becomes ineffective, it will be difficult for ordinary people to enter.
After all, who would have the time to come to this island and climb over such a tall ancient forest? That would be sheer idleness.
Russell suddenly remembered the figure of a person. The person looked at the bugs on the ground and smiled. They were all protein and tasted delicious.
Bear Grylls is pretty good, but if it were someone named De'Giles, he would probably go hungry for a few meals.
That's not what he considered.
He put his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttered in the wind, flew a distance in the air, and landed directly on Uncle Jiu's boat.
Seeing Russell return safely, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Is that body from the Buddhist sect?"
From a distance, he could see the vast and huge Bodhi tree in the sky with the sound of Buddha filling the air. These big bald guys were very protective of their cubs and were well-known for doing so.
If you mess with one of them, the other side will come over in a group, which is extremely troublesome.
Russell shook his head. "He doesn't have any ill will towards me. He probably needs my help. I don't have to worry about him doing something behind my back."
"Maybe it's a good thing. When I become a ghost in the underworld, I will have to deal with them."
Uncle Jiu nodded in deep approval. The forces in the underworld are deeply intertwined. There are those from the underworld, the heavens, Taoism, and of course Buddhism.
Although Buddhism has not occupied the position of Yama, its power cannot be underestimated and is much stronger than Maoshan.
Although the reputation of the Western Buddhist sect is not very good, it generally encourages people to be good. It is much better than those evil sects that follow evil ways, kill and rob, and engage in fighting and killing.
Especially when the army of the Netherworld is approaching, Taoism, Buddhism and Heaven are basically becoming one. Although there are some minor differences, it is still taboo to attack the descendants of the other party.
"Don't talk about this, Master!"
Russell smiled and said, "Guess what I found?"
"What?"
"this!"
Russell flipped his right hand, and a light green stone appeared in his hand, dotted with stars, which looked very beautiful.
Uncle Jiu stared at the stone for a moment, with some suspicion in his eyes. Why did this stone look so familiar to him, as if he had seen it somewhere
"Wait a moment."
He tapped his head with his hand. Most people who practice cultivation have a photographic memory, but remembering too much is also a bad thing.
Uncle Jiu thought about it quietly for a while, and finally found the light blue pattern in his mind, and immediately understood what it was.
"Spirit Stone, you are really lucky, little guy. For so many years, I thought this Spirit Stone was gone, but I didn't expect you to find another one."
Uncle Jiu was filled with emotion at this moment. He took the light green spirit stone from Russell, looked at it carefully, and was reluctant to let it go.
He had lived for several decades, and his cultivation had reached the sixth level of Earth Master, with one foot standing halfway at the top of the world, but he still had never seen what a spirit stone looked like. Not only him, but few people in the entire cultivation world had seen one.
This can also be considered one of the reasons for the decline of the cultivation world. In the past, disciples from various major sects had the assistance of spirit stones when they practiced, so their speed was naturally much faster than theirs.
To break through a realm, the time can be saved by at least half. With the same talent and the same skills, it only took five years to practice before, but now it takes ten years or even longer.
Once you miss the best opportunity to practice, it will be extremely difficult to break through to a higher level.
It is normal for talented people to emerge in every generation, but the decline of one generation after another is a big problem.
"Do you want this spiritual stone?"
Uncle Jiu suddenly asked, and then burst out laughing, "I'm confused. How could you need this at your level?"
"How about giving this spiritual stone to Zeng Cheng? Abang has the assistance of the Fifth Generation Embryo, so his cultivation is going smoothly. Zeng Cheng has a pure heart, but his cultivation conditions are too poor, so he has never been able to enter the door."
"Master, just let it be."
Russell had no objection. Instead, he felt that such a master was normal. Perhaps this was also the advantage of being Uncle Jiu's apprentice. He would treat you equally, help you even if you were not good enough, and would not give up even if you were decadent or had poor qualifications.
Uncle Jiu held the spirit stone in his hand and sighed, "It would be nice if we had more of this."
"Master, what do you think this is?"
Uncle Jiu looked at the other spiritual stone in Russell's hand and was silent for a moment, "You are so lucky..."
It was hard to find even one piece, but I found two at once.
"Master, what do you think this is?"
Uncle Nine: …
"Master, what do you think this is?"
Uncle Nine: …
"Master, ouch..."
"Wrong, wrong."
"Don't hit me, don't hit me. I'm almost fifteen years old. You can't hit me on the head. It's wrong!"
Uncle Jiu snorted and said, "You little bastard, you're always acting naughty in front of your master. You'll feel uncomfortable if I don't punish you for a few days."
He looked at the handful of spirit stones in his hand, his mouth almost crooked with smile, I have money, so much money, I don’t know how to spend it.
Russell chuckled, "Master, I actually have another mine, a spirit stone mine."
"Ahem, ahem..."
Uncle Jiu suddenly felt that the spirit stone in his hand was no longer fragrant. He coughed a few times and looked at Russell gently.
"My disciple, my foot slipped and I hit you accidentally. Are you okay?"
Your excuse is too greasy...
"Come, come, my dear disciple, let me blow on you, my sweetheart."
Alas!
Master, you are disgusting!