Another day later.
On Yunmeng Mountain, Chu Wangxian originally established the sect.
Once in the north wind realm where Nuwa was.
I saw a huge tree towering in the sky, which was as magnificent as a tree through the sky.
Some monks tried to find the boundary of this tree, but it took thousands of miles to touch the border, and then they felt the size of this tree.
The ancient sacred wood, the name of the thousands of miles to find the wood has just spread.
Looking at the boundless tree, there was a group of people walking in the void, the line stretched for a mile, and the spirit beasts in the distance were more than ten miles apart, so they knelt on the ground, trembling.
For these low-level spirit beasts, these people in front of them, each cultivation is terrifying, giving them a sense of destruction and destruction, and the instinct of the creatures tells them that they can't get close, and they are afraid like tigers.
"When you come under my door, forget who you are.
If you want to repent, it is still too late. ” The head of the Kunlun Immortal Sect, the Shiyan Daoist, and the Great Elder of the Penglai Immortal Sect, Miao Quanzhi, stood side by side, and led the monks behind him to say in unison: "We have already worshiped the Chu immortals, and we have no two hearts."
Chu Wangxian nodded, he knew that he was just subduing the two of them as an immortal.
It was too early for these monks to convince themselves in their sincerity and clench them into a fist to rival the immortals.
The Long March is only the first step.
"This place is the Nuwa Realm, also known as the North Wind Realm, which can be said to be the Ancient Immortal Realm."
Chu Wangxian said lightly to the two people who were close by.
Nuwa is an ancient immortal, according to Chu Wangxian, Nuwa once practiced here, and they were lucky enough to enter the North Wind Realm.
"You have moved all the caves and immortal cultivation inheritances of your respective sects to the North Wind Realm."
The two of them didn't have any special ideas, in the past, one of them was the head of Kunlun Immortal Sect, and the other was the Great Elder of Penglai Immortal Sect.
At this moment, they are all monks under the command of Chu Wangxian, and even the two of them don't need to distinguish between the high and low, let alone have a portal, they just need to listen to the instructions of Chu Immortal.
Shiyan Dao thought in his heart, this matter is not too difficult, and even makes them have a little expectation, if it is really according to Chu Wangxian's thoughts, the major immortal sects are interconnected, this is a good thing.
Chu Wangxian looked at it.
The North Wind Realm has been preliminarily developed, with Lingtian, Linghu, and various refining workshops lined up in turn, and some spirit oxen galloping in the distance.
This is the field that Chu Wangxian's first two apprentices, Zhang Qiudao and Jiang Wang, led by a group of aspiring immortal cultivators gathered through live broadcasts, have been cultivated in a few months.
The Stone-Eyed Daoist looked down on this scene.
This batch of spiritual fields can only be regarded as preliminary spiritual fields, and can only be planted with first-order and second-order spiritual grasses, not to mention the refining workshop, which is full of refining magic weapons, not to mention the alchemy furnace, which is full of low-grade pills.
Chu Wangxian had already seen everyone's eyes.
Among the people who cultivate immortals, those who cultivate to the high are domineering, and those who cultivate to the low are groveling, even if Zhang Qiudao and Jiang Wang are the disciples he originally accepted, but at this moment, the cultivation of qi refining is insignificant, and he can't raise the courage to look at each other in front of this group of strong people.
"The relocation of Xianmen is huge, and the treasure hunting places in your North Wind Realm will be completed in ten days.
Ten days later, I will watch it again, and at the same time teach you the complete method of becoming immortals. ” All the heads and sect masters present had their own ideas, and they all looked into the distance, wanting to find a treasure.
This scene has fallen into the eyes of Chu Wangxian.
The thousands of people behind him, each with their own ideas and ambitions, do not buy each other, there are no rules, to put it mildly, it is a plate of loose sand.
Sou!
Chu Wangxian threw his right hand, and a fairy spirit stone was thrown to the ground.
After this fairy spirit stone landed, spiritual water gushed out from the ground, expanding in all directions, turning into a spiritual lake.
One mile, two miles......
In the end, it turned into a ten-mile long lake.
The aura of this lake is compelling, and the aura turns into a billowing white mist, if you cultivate in it, it is not just half the effort, but ten times or even twenty times the cultivation speed.
"This is an immortal method, it's amazing."
"Chu Wangxian conjured up the Spirit Lake with a snap of his fingers, if there are such resources, we can hope to become immortals."
"It's the right place, it's the right place."
The terrifying monks at this scene were stunned, if it weren't for Chu Wangxian standing beside them, they couldn't wait to jump into the lake to cultivate immediately.
Chu Wangxian looked at this group of monks who were out of shape and couldn't help but shake his head.
A fairy spirit stone in the fairy world has brought such a big sensation, and the immortals have different paths, it's really not to talk about it.
"Choose land along the lake, divide the boundaries of each land, and after ten days, I will see the results."
Ten days later.
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The wooden houses were full.
Next to the wooden house, there are many temporary stone houses, and immortal cultivators from all over the world use their own means to build houses and houses, with different styles.
These cultivators formed settlements in twos and threes, among which the low-level monks of Penglai Immortal Sect lived on the west side of Linghu.
"It's like a dream, it's so unreal!"
The bearded young man pushed open the door, and he cast a formation with his right hand, patted his face, and instantly cleaned up. shaving himself with a refining array shows the exquisiteness of this person's technique.
This person's name is Cheng Jianghai, he is not very old, only in his thirties, and was born in the Lion City on the edge of the golden waterway in Southeast Asia.
At the age of twenty, he received a doctorate in mathematics from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and was favored by Penglai Xianmen, becoming a Penglai monk, and a rising star of Penglai Xianmen.
Now he is in the realm of the north wind.
What the fate will be in the future, Cheng Jianghai still has no idea, and is even a little at a loss.
However, Cheng Jianghai felt that he was very lucky, although he was praised by thousands of people in the world, but in the Penglai Immortal Sect, he was only a low-level monk.
The resources for cultivating immortals obtained by low-level monks are very limited, whether it is in China or overseas, the age of monks is getting older and older, and those who are over 100 years old abound.
Cheng Jianghai doesn't want to wait for himself to be 100 years old before he can achieve success, he is also an ambitious person.
And the Spirit Lake in front of him can help him achieve his ambitions.
He crouched on his legs and began to carve out formations on the ground.
Through various complex energy patterns similar to chemical equations, water is refined into oxygen and hydrogen, clods of earth into steel, and wood into paper......
Of course, this is not a chemical equation, but a complex mathematical equation known as an alchemy formula.
At this moment, he wants to refine the aura in the spiritual lake into the stone of truth.
After a long time, Cheng Jianghai carefully finished the portrayal, and the refining array was like his wife, who needed to be carefully served, whew!
Cheng Jianghai exhaled a breath of sourness.
Not far away, on top of a bluestone, a Huaxia immortal cultivator was swallowing spiritual energy by the lake, and the white practice whirlpool was hovering in front of his snort.
His body even made a sound like thunder, and it was obvious that his cultivation progress was extremely fast.
He and the Huaxia monks have different cultivation techniques, one cultivates his own body, and the other uses the world.
Cheng Jianghai also concentrated, automatically blocked the sound, he stood in the refining array, and began to cast the refining array.
Suddenly, the wind surged, and the spiritual energy on the surface of the spiritual lake surged in one after another, and the refining array under his feet was like a range hood, pumping the spiritual energy, turning it into a liquid state, and finally solidifying into a solid state.
Finally, it is purified and the Stone of Truth is obtained, which is the source of the alchemist's power.
The Huaxia Immortal Cultivator on the bluestone not far away suddenly opened his eyes, and he was stunned when he saw the Stone of Truth in Cheng Jianghai's hand.
"Could this be a spirit stone?
The spirit stone was also made by man. ” Cheng Jianghai didn't know that he was being looked at like a monster, and he didn't even know that Chu Wangxian was looking at him at the top of the Thousand Miles Tree.
And Cheng Jianghai didn't know.
His small refining array was refined into a stone of truth, an ordinary refining process that could no longer be ordinary, which would greatly change the immortal realm, and even destroy the fire of the immortal realm.