Chapter 370: The collective cultivation level skyrockets

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"It's a good thing. It's just a small bite, but it contains so much spiritual energy. If I had eaten it in one bite just now, I would have burst."

After Li Xiaoyao shook his head and muttered a few words to himself, he couldn't help but take another bite. He didn't swallow it alive and refined it slowly, otherwise his body wouldn't be able to bear it.

After a certain period of time, it will be completely refined. Li Xiaoyao found that there was some black dirt on the surface of his body, which was also mixed with a foul smell, which made him sneeze repeatedly.

He ignored it and took a third bite, this time a little too much. The fragrant and juicy pulp almost made him fly into the sky. He quickly stabilized his mind, activated his skills, and continued refining.

Next, for five or six days, Li Xiaoyao was immersed in refining the thousand-year-old vermillion fruit. On the seventh day, Li Xiaoyao opened his eyes and found that his body was covered with a thick layer of black dirt. The stench emitted from it was extremely strong, several times worse than when he was fished out of a manure pit.

He couldn't bear it any longer, and with a thought, the water from the surrounding lakes spurted over, even more fiercely than the pouring rain. It didn't take long before his whole body was washed away.

He moved sideways and came a few hundred meters away, looking towards the ripples of the lake.

I saw that my originally dark skin had been replaced by white and tender skin (not the kind of white and tender skin that people who grew up in a boudoir didn't know, but a healthy white and tender skin with a rosy complexion). The texture of the skin has also become extraordinarily delicate, three-thirds better than that of a baby, and the energy emanating from the whole body is truly radiant.

He showed joy on his face.

Thinking of something, he sniffed it with his nose. Not only was there no smell, but there was also a fragrance of vegetation.

"Not bad……"

Li Xiaoyao smiled and muttered a few words to himself, then took the remaining two thousand-year-old red fruits into his arms with a cherished expression. For a moment, my chest bulged.

Thinking of Zhao Ling'er, whom he hadn't seen for a few days, Li Xiaoyao's handsome and fair face showed a knowing smile: "Ling'er follows the Taoist priest, and she will definitely not be treated like me, the direct disciple of the head master. Give her one, I don't think the head master will do it. Blame.”

After saying that, he let out a soft drink in his throat: "Ling Ri"

A fiery red sword, dragging a long tail of light, flew like lightning from a steep mountain peak two to three thousand meters high in the distance, and arrived close in the blink of an eye.

This sword was a meeting gift given to him by the Sword Master when he became his disciple on the day he arrived in Shushan. It was countless times better than the sword he used before.

He stretched out his hand and touched the sword gently, as if caressing his lover. A trace of heat came from it, reminding him of Cao Yi's red sword.

"I don't know if it's Taoist Master Cao who's more powerful or me."

Li Xiaoyao whispered.

Ling Ri seemed to be impatient with waiting, and made a harsh buzzing sound.

Li Xiaoyao came back to his senses and shouted: "Big"

Like the Ruyi Golden Cudgel that can grow and shrink on its own, the Lingri Sword suddenly grew to more than three feet long, lying across the slightly turbid lake.

Li Xiaoyao jumped up and landed lightly on the Ling Sun Sword. Then, he rushed into the blue cloudless sky and circled the floating island four or five times as if for fun. According to his memory, he headed towards the floating island where Cao Yi was. He flew over unhurriedly.



Back in time a few days ago, in the center of the floating island, on the thousand-meter-high mountain peaks, patches of regrown weeds and small trees were constantly rising and falling with the mountain wind, like a green ocean.

On a large bluestone with a smooth and translucent surface, Cao Yi was running his skills, refining the dozen thousand-year-old red fruits he had just swallowed. His whole body was filled with red medicinal gas, hazy.

Not far away, under the thousand-year-old red fruit tree. Zhao Ling'er and the Jiang family are also refining the Millennium Vermillion Fruit. Their cultivation is not high and they can only refine two at a time.

A few hours later.

"I'll give you a helping hand"

Cao Yi's voice fell and he released two rays of light from the soul, entering Zhao Ling'er and Jiang's bodies.

Use the powerful power of the soul to help the two of them refine.

The two people's refining speed suddenly accelerated, and the rich medicinal power rushed out from the sea of ​​Qi like a raging torrent, continuously washing the meridians of their bodies, and finally gathered in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The effect was obvious. The two men's cultivation levels increased by more than three points in just a quarter of an hour.

In order to continue to improve the two people's cultivation, Cao Yi continued to use the millennium-year-old red fruit refined as spiritual energy to strengthen the two people's meridians, broaden the two people's sea of ​​consciousness and energy, and improve the purity of the two people's spiritual energy.

In a blink of an eye, two days later, Cao Yi retreated after seeing that the two men's physiques had greatly increased and were able to block the impact of more spiritual energy.

Half a day later, Zhao Linger and Jiang woke up one after another.

They looked at each other and took out a mouthful of turbid spiritual energy.

"Why did you stop?"

Cao Yi spoke.

"Can Taoist Master stop for a moment?"

Zhao Linger frowned slightly and begged.

"Look at the fruit on the tree"

Cao Yi said without raising his head.

Zhao Ling'er raised her bright eyes and saw that most of the remaining red fruits on the thousand-year-old red fruit tree had severely lost their spiritual energy, and she suddenly felt heartbroken.

"Just watching the millennium Zhuguo spiritual energy disappear like this is such a waste of nature."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Jiang on the side picked a thousand-year-old red fruit and continued to refine it.

Seeing this, Zhao Ling'er also picked a thousand-year-old red fruit and refined it.

A few days later, Zhao Ling'er woke up again, glanced at the remaining thousand-year-old red fruit trees on the tree, and said with a bitter look on her face: "I really can't practice anymore."

“If it really doesn’t work, forget it.”

Cao Yi did not continue to force Zhao Linger.

Jiang, who was beside Zhao Ling'er, also stopped when he heard this.

At this time, a familiar qi machine approached the floating island.

Cao Yi looked up and saw a fiery red light flying towards here.

It was none other than Li Xiaoyao who was training with the Sword Master.

"Brother Xiaoyao is here"

Zhao Ling'er stood up with a cheerful face.

"Ling'er, I have something good for you."

Li Xiaoyao's voice arrived first before anyone arrived.

"what?"

Zhao Ling'er's face was full of expectation.

"The spiritual things of heaven and earth can only be obtained by the direct disciples of the headmaster."

Li Xiaoyao's voice was very proud.

The smile on Zhao Ling'er's face froze. The torture of the past few days had left her with a psychological shadow on the spiritual beings of heaven and earth.

"Taoist Priest, open the formation that protects the fairy island."

Li Xiaoyao's voice came.

Every floating island has a protective formation.

On the one hand, it can prevent spiritual energy from leaking out, and on the other hand, it can resist enemies.

As the spokesperson of the divine realm in the human world, Shushan has always had many enemies.

Cao Yi followed the secret method given by the Sword Master when he first arrived and instantly unlocked the formation protecting the floating island.

Li Xiaoyao stared at a smiling face and landed on the ground.

Then, he saw a tree with a thousand-year-old red fruit that was about to lose its spiritual energy. A handsome face, frozen.

Zhao Ling'er, who had his back to the thousand-year-old red fruit tree, returned to a smile: "What kind of spiritual objects from heaven and earth did brother Xiaoyao bring me?"