The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor

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Ten days later, Ye Chen and others finally reached their destination, outside the valley.

"This valley is called Wuhui Valley by the older generation. It is said that a demon was born here." The old king looked at the valley with fear and said that he would not dare to move forward.

Ye Chen and others looked over and saw the shape of the entrance to the valley, like a fierce ghost head opening. And the whole mountain trend is indeed terrible.

"It's just a lie, let's go in." Tang Junyi snorted and walked over.

As a majestic martial artist, how could he be afraid of those legends.

Ye Chen followed, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at this Wuhui Gu with a trace of doubt. From the appearance, there is nothing special about Wuhuigu, but it is a bit grim, but Ye Chen always feels that there seems to be a great crisis in it.

It's just that Bi Xue Zhen Ling Buckeye is right in front of him, that there is really a **** in the world, Ye Chen also has to step on the body of the **** and get Bi Xue Zhen Ling Buckeye.

Entering the valley, everyone immediately felt different.

The outside is covered by snow and ice, tens of degrees below zero. In the valley, however, the seasons are like spring, as if coming to a desert oasis. There are flowers and plants everywhere.

In the center of the valley, surrounded by ice and snow, there is a clear spring of tens of square meters, flowing quietly. The slight blue smoke flies upward from the Lingquan. Behind the spring, there is a bud over three feet tall, with bright red flowers blooming on it.

"Fate of Destiny!"

As soon as he saw the Wang Quanshui, Tang Junyi couldn't keep his eyes away.

He had forgotten the monster, and even Ye Chen didn't care about him. His soles shook, and his fast-looking horse quickly rushed to Lingquan. He knelt down and reached for the spring, drinking happily.

"Master Ye Xian, Master Ye Xian, is indeed Destiny's Spirit Spring!" Tang Junyi was ecstatic and shouted to Ye Chen.

"Ok."

Ye Chen answered quietly, but her eyes did not leave the buds behind the spring water, exactly the flowers on the buds.

"Blue blood true spirit horse chestnut, I finally found it."

Ye Chen suppressed the shock in her heart and walked towards the bud step by step, carefully inspecting it, and after confirming that it was true blood and true spirit horse chestnut, a smile appeared on her face.

At this time, Tang Junyi came over with a sullen face: "Master Ye Xian, these springs do not seem to be able to be taken out of the pond, and the aura came out as soon as it came out."

He said, showing Ye Chen the spring water he was holding in his hands, and it quickly evaporated and turned into blue smoke.

"The spirit fluids are like this. They are formed by the convergence of spirit energy. Once they leave the spirit vein and enter the normal world, it is like salt poured into the water, and it will quickly disappear between the world and the earth." Ye Chen said strangely.

"What should I do?" Tang Junyi dumbfounded.

Ye Chen shrugged and said, "Either hold it in a jade bottle so that it can last longer. Or you just stay here and use them to practice directly."

After listening to this, Tang Junyi was somewhat bitter, and he wanted to bring some to his son, but this spiritual spring was as large as tens of square meters. I am afraid it would be nearly ten tons. How come he has so many beautiful jade bottles, Or is it in the icy and snowy land of thousands of miles?

He gritted his teeth, and finally decided to stay in the valley and began to retreat. The previous sip of spring made his internal energy grow by half, and Tang Junyi was willing to leave.

Ye Chen didn't matter, he looked at the tree quietly.

"From the current trend, it's at least another ten years before the Bleeding True Spirit Buckeye will mature. But I have the pure aura nourishment of the Emperor's glazed body, which can be forcibly shortened, and one day can reach one year. That is to say, I You have to stay here for ten days."

Ye Chen touched her chin. For the blood of the seven-leaf true spirit, Mo said that ten days, even if it is ten years and hundred years, it is nothing, and there are such good spiritual veins, he can practice slowly here.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen urged supernatural powers, hit a stream of pure water aura, injected into the buds, and quickly carved a protective circle to prevent this baby from being damaged by accident.

At this time, other ordinary people had already left, and Ye Chen set up a warning circle at the entrance of the valley just in case. If there was an enemy attack, he would immediately know.

After doing all this well, Ye Chen sat cross-legged in front of Lingquan and entered the state of cultivation. Although there is no Bixue Zhenling Qiyehua at this time, he can raise cultivation to a higher level only with this Lingquan realm.

One day, two days, three days...

At the beginning, Ye Chen was still worried about that monster, from time to time, she would wake up from the entrance and release the mind reading. Later, when the monster disappeared, Ye Chen was too lazy to care about it, and practiced with remorse.

The aura here is too full, it is ten times more abundant than in the dragon's natural formation. It is worthy of the natural spirit vein. Every pore of Ye Chen is open, greedily absorbing the pure and powerful aura, true yuan Increasingly, stepping towards a higher level.

And Tang Junyi on the side, although he cannot directly absorb the aura like Ye Chen. However, he practiced internal strength exercises, took a sip from time to time, and then immediately practiced hard. Although his efficiency is far inferior to that of Ye Chen, under the instillation of such a large aura, Cultivation is also steadily increasing, and even shows signs of reaching the peak of the sanctuary.

The eighth day, the ninth day, the tenth day...

Just when the Bixue Zhenling Horse Chestnut was about to mature, Ye Chen suddenly heard a violent explosion.

He opened his eyes violently and looked at Gukou, and he saw that the original warning circle was missing, a group of men and women with different dresses and strong breath, rushed into the valley under the wind and snow.

As soon as they saw Lingquan, they were ecstatic and shouted in various languages:

"Fate of Destiny! Spring of Destiny!"

"God, such a great spring of destiny, can it make me set foot in the Xuanxian Realm!"

"Damn, these are all mine, don't **** them, they are all mine!"

These people completely ignored Ye Chen and Tang Junyi and others, and all stared at the Destiny Spirit Spring with fanatic gaze.

At this time, Tang Junyi also woke up and walked to Ye Chen's side with unprecedented dignity.

"It's really a guy with short eyes." Ye Chen's eyes narrowed. He can sense that these people have a huge breath, and he is no less inferior to the Cardinal, especially the two former people, who he knows himself.

"Here, this is... a powerful **** in the world?"

Tang Junyi looked terrified. I don’t know why so many strong men would gather here.

He was about to continue to speak, and a person across the street had rushed in and yelled: "Two younger generations, get out of me! The spirit springs here belong to our **** realm!"

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