While they were talking, everyone had arrived at the ancestral origin.
This is a collapsed canyon. The center of the canyon is piled with rubble and desolate, and the emerald green light beam spurts out from the pile of rubble.
The divine light is steaming, filled with wisps of ancestral spirit energy.
Those ancestral spirit auras are as transparent as amber and have extraordinary divinity. Although they are only wisps and extremely ethereal, all cultivators know that even if they are inconspicuous, a few ancestral spirit auras can crush a whole building. One hundred thousand mountains!
The ancestral source is the area where the energy of the ancestral spirit is born, and the ancestral source Dao roots are born in it.
boom!
Suddenly, a piece of ruins in the canyon shook and exploded, and a fierce beast covered in pitch black, with three legs, as big as an elephant, and a single horn on its head rushed out.
Roar…
This ferocious beast was filled with a violent and divine aura, and its arrogance was overwhelming. With a roar, it shattered the wind and clouds in all directions and caused the color of the world to change.
"Haha, we are lucky. The one guarding the sixth-grade ancestral root is only a three-legged black beast." Le Wuhen was not surprised but overjoyed.
As he spoke, the three-legged black beast roared, smashed through time and space, and charged towards him. A divine halo of light suddenly appeared in the horn above his head, which was dark and profound, capturing the soul.
"Obstacle! Why don't you just surrender?"
Le Wuhen looked up to the sky and laughed. With a loud sound, he stretched out his hand to grab it. He held a short bronze spear on his back and swiped it lightly.
Boom…
The short spear surged with majestic divine power, crushing time and space into turbulent currents.
With a bang, the force of this blow was extremely overbearing. Not only did it shatter the black halo of light, but with this blow, the three-legged black beast was smashed into pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, without even a scream. Sent in time.
Clang!
Le Wuhen put away his short spear, clapped his hands, and said casually: "Whoever needs this sixth-grade ancestral root can get it himself."
From beginning to end, it was as if he had done something ordinary and looked extremely cool.
"This guy's fighting ability is quite impressive. He is more than a little stronger than Yu Qiu Jing." Chen Xi thought thoughtfully.
In his opinion, among their group, Le Wuhen and Shentu Yanran were roughly equal in strength, Yuqiu Jing was slightly less powerful, and the most incomprehensible was Zhuan Yushui, who was extremely low-key and a As a powerful person in the God-Demon Body Refining Realm, his combat prowess cannot be underestimated.
Those cultivators hesitated for a while. This was just a sixth-grade Dao root. It was not that they looked down upon it, but they were hopeful that they might be able to find a better Dao root in the future, so they were a little hesitant.
According to the agreed distribution principle, when one person has the ancestral Dao Root, it will be the turn of others, in order. Unless everyone has obtained a Dao Root each, there may be hope for a second chance, but The chances are undoubtedly much slimmer.
Moreover, I am afraid that there is simply not enough time.
In fact, this kind of thinking is not difficult to understand. If there was only this Dao root in the entire ancestral land, they would not hesitate to fight for it.
But now, there are too many opportunities for them to choose, but many other thoughts have arisen in their hearts, always thinking that the next one they encounter will definitely be of a higher grade than this one, but as for the outcome, even they themselves are not sure. Not sure.
That's why they are so hesitant and cautious.
Finally, someone walked out and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wuhen, for your help. I will collect this sixth-grade Dao root."
This man was dressed in black, had an upright appearance, and had a mature and steady temperament. His name was Wei Zifu.
"Zifu, you're welcome. We're all one of our own, go and get it quickly." Le Wuhen smiled casually. He admired the other party's choice very much.
Even though they found an ancestral source without any effort, as more and more cultivators enter this place, it will not be that easy to seize another good-grade Taoist root.
Wei Zifu could make such a choice at this moment. Although it seemed very conservative, it was undoubtedly very wise.
Uh-huh!
In the next moment, Wei Zifu had fallen into the canyon and arrived in front of the chaotic world filled with steaming divine light and wisps of ancestral spirit energy.
He took a deep breath, carefully leaned down, and used his methods to shatter the pile of rocks, revealing a dazzling emerald green light mass, like a small emerald green sun.
At this moment, even Chen Xi couldn't help but take a closer look. This was the first time he saw the ancestral root, and he was naturally very curious.
The emerald green light group was about the size of a fist, extremely brilliant, and surrounded by the pure aura of the ancestral spirits, which was extremely sacred.
With Chen Xi's current eyesight, he noticed almost instantly that it was a Dao root, rather it was a power that contained a majestic ancestral spirit. It seemed to have infinite vitality within it, like a seed. As long as you give it a piece of soil, it can instantly take root and grow into a towering tree.
The so-called "soil" is naturally the ascetic's own Shinto foundation.
This is also easy to understand.
Buzz…
Wei Zifu suddenly waved his sleeves, and a burst of red divine glow surged out, rolled up the emerald green light, and put it into a jade box that had been prepared in his hand.
Immediately, Wei Zifu used a divine power to seal the jade box, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his lips.
With the Ancestral Dao Root, when you attack the Ancestral God Realm, you are no longer a rootless duckweed, and you have the most basic conditions for advancement.
"Okay, let's set off. The more time we delay, the greater the competition will be."
At that moment, Le Wuhen gave an order and led everyone into action again.
"Fellow Daoist Wuhen, how do you determine the grade of this ancestral root?" Chen Xi couldn't help but ask on the way.
Le Wuhen smiled and said: "It's very simple. The colors released by Tao roots of different grades are also different. They are roughly divided into black, white, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple, which correspond to The nine grades of ancestral roots.”
"The black color is the worst, the turbidity is overwhelming, and the purple spirit is the most abundant, which is the aura of the emperor."
"Ancestral Dao Roots of the same grade are actually divided into good and bad. They are roughly divided into three levels: ordinary, superior, and top. Like this sixth-grade Ancestral Dao Root, it is emerald green in color, pure and clear, with a halo. The ancestral spirit energy is pure and thick, and it can be said to be the top level of the sixth grade."
After hearing all this, Chen Xi suddenly realized that he finally understood that the ninth-grade emperor-level ancestral root must be showing a purple brilliance.
…
Because of Wei Zifu's example, the other monks' hearts were filled with excitement, full of expectations for the next action, and gearing up.
But to their disappointment, after a whole day passed, they were unable to find any ancestral origin. This result made many people feel a hint of regret in their hearts, and they actually envied Wei Zifu's original choice. .
Fortunately, there was plenty of time, so they were not in a hurry.
Le Wuhen had already foresighted this, but he didn't say much because he knew that as he got closer to the core of the ancestral land, the areas where he could find the Dao roots would also increase.
The only trouble is that by then, the number of monks will inevitably be much larger, and competition and friction will inevitably arise.
During this process, Chen Xi had been thinking about one thing, and that was the attitude of the temple guardians towards him.
Why would he waive the assessment and let their group reach the land of their ancestors safely
Could it be that he saw something wrong in himself
Almost out of instinct, Chen Xi connected all this with the fragments of the river map, the bloody broken sword, and even the inheritance of the owner of the iron sword.
The two ancient characters "Desolate" and "Xu" were reflected in the fragments of the river map, which vaguely pointed to the ancient ruins.
After entering the Manggu ruins, the blood-stained broken sword mutated. By chance, he obtained the inheritance of the master of the iron sword, and thus understood the "Original Heart Sutra" and the "Secret Sword of the Heart", which made him Its combat effectiveness has also improved by leaps and bounds.
Moreover, before he arrived at the place of ancestral origin, he had a feeling in his heart, and he felt that there was something calling him faintly in the north direction.
And this place of ancestral origin is located in the true north direction that he judged at the beginning.
Therefore, when the temple guardian suddenly avoided a test because of himself, Chen Xi immediately felt that the change in the temple guardian's attitude was probably related to these.
However, what makes it difficult for Chen Xi to judge is whether it is because of the fragments of the River Map or because of the inheritance of the bloody broken sword
Along the way, he was thinking about this question, but he could not get a definite answer.
"That's... the ancestral root of the seventh-grade monarch!" Suddenly, a cry of surprise came out, awakening Chen Xi who was deep in thought.
He raised his eyes and saw the enemy in the distance. A blue beam of light shot straight into the sky, bright and vast.
"Jun level ancestral source!"
The breathing of those monks became heavy, their eyes were bright, and they did not hide their burning desire for possession.
This is a rare treasure that can only be found. Although it is only one level higher than the sixth-level Daogen, the benefits it brings are worlds apart!
Even Le Wuhen, Shentu Yanran and others were startled and a little surprised. They must have been very lucky.
Even they were excited by the Ancestral Daogen of this level.
Without any hesitation, the group of people swarmed towards the cyan light pillar.
This is a deep mountain, and the cyan light pillar gushes out from it.
However, when Chen Xi and his party arrived and saw clearly the scene in the deep mountains, it was as if someone had poured cold water on them, and the hope and excitement in their hearts disappeared.
In the deep mountains, there lay a huge ferocious beast covered in blood. It had obviously died not long ago, and there were traces of battle everywhere in this thousand-mile radius.
Chen Xi and the others still don’t understand that someone has arrived before them
A cultivator refused to give up and rushed to the cyan light pillar, searching carefully, but found nothing in the end, and his face suddenly darkened.
"Damn it! We're a step too late, that's a monarch-level ancestral root!" Some people were indignant and extremely unwilling.
The other monks were also disappointed and unhappy.
"It seems that we need to change our action strategy." Le Wuhen suddenly spoke and said thoughtfully.
(End of chapter)