There are distinct levels in the world of cultivating immortals.

After the foundation-building female cultivator took the tree heart, it was the turn of the ordinary Zhenzong monks to work for a while, taking out the most essential spiritual materials from the tree demon until they filled their storage bags, and the rest were scattered. Xiu was able to move forward.

The foundation-building female cultivators ate meat, ordinary Zhenzong cultivators drank soup, and the remaining casual cultivators also picked up some scraps.

It's also because this dryad is huge, otherwise I'm afraid there won't even be any residue.

Although the tree demon is a second-order monster, only the area near the heart of the tree belongs to the category of spiritual materials, and the rest are ordinary wood, but even so, the number is extremely large, covering dozens or hundreds of square meters.

This part of wood is very different from ordinary wood, dense in texture, exuding a gorgeous bright blue color, with a mysterious and natural texture, the color becomes brighter as it goes to the center, the higher the level of spiritual material, the surface exudes a hazy glow.

"It's a pity that this wood doesn't have beads!" Chen Li thought to himself in amazement.

Of course, what is left for casual cultivators is only at the first level, and the most essential part has long been taken away by Zhenzong people. It is worth two to three hundred middle-grade spirit stones, one point for thousands of monks, and each People can only get twenty or thirty low-grade spirit stones.

But such a rare harvest is enough to make these casual cultivators happy.

All of a sudden, the magical artifacts were flying around, and they tried their best to dig at the tree stump one after another.

"Boom boom boom!"

…

"Ah, my magic weapon is broken, broken!"

Someone exclaimed, holding the broken magic weapon, beating his chest and stamping his feet in grief.

"Stupid, a low-grade magic weapon, to dig this up."

"I really don't have any knowledge at all. This is a first-level spiritual material. If you take a low-grade magic weapon head-on, who is the toughest?"

Everyone laughed and cursed.

Many people were so scared that they quickly withdrew their hands. A low-grade magic weapon is worth at least one middle-grade spirit stone. If it breaks, it will be hard to cry, and it will be a loss to grandma's house.

Chen Li and his party got together and occupied a place.

Chen Li dug a few pieces of wood with the crowd. This kind of wood is very heavy, very moist, slightly crystal clear, as if a layer of enamel has been thrown on it, and it also faintly exudes a refreshing fragrance.

Zhou Hong liked it quite a bit, saying that it could be used to make some small furniture.

…

The weather is getting colder and colder, and winter is approaching.

As time went by, the three-month corvée was gradually coming to an end.

The harsh environment here makes everyone look like a beggar with disheveled hair and dull eyes. There have been more than ten temporary camps, and almost every seven or eight days, the camp has to move forward by more than ten miles.

Death has always been a shadow, even in the temporary camp is not absolutely safe, often people are killed by poison, until the next morning, the body is not found.

So much so that every time before going to bed, Chen Li had to use the insect repellent technique to drive it away.

Less than ten days before the corvee, monk Zhenzong suddenly announced to rest for a period of time.

"What do you think is the matter? Why did you suddenly rest for a while after being so good?" Zhang Yan asked.

In Chen Li's hut, a group of people gathered around a warm fire, chatting while grilling their prey.

A skinned elk was strung together by thick wooden sticks. Under the licking of the flame, the oil on the surface kept dripping, splashing crackling sparks.

"If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Even the foundation cultivator disappeared. Something big must have happened!" Chen Lixiang thought for a while: "Do you remember the last time you rested?"

"You mean... there is danger again." Zhang Yan said with a serious face.

The last time I rested was when I encountered the river monster, and I rested for five full days.

"It must be!" Chen Li said.

Zhao Changer slapped his thigh fiercely: "There are not a few days left in this corvee, since that's the case, why not let us go back."

With his shamelessness and self-familiarity, during this period of time, he also became familiar with everyone, and even built a temporary hut next to the two of them.

"Based on Zhenzong's harshness towards the subordinates, it would be good not to postpone it, but want to advance it? What a daydream!" Zhang Yan sneered when he heard the words.

Zhao Changer sighed: "I don't think these disciples of the Zhenzong sect have any fun in being a disciple. They are busier than us."

This is only watching thieves being beaten, not watching thieves eating meat.

"What are you talking about!" Chen Li changed the subject, looked at Zhang Yan, and said with a smile: "I haven't congratulated you yet, but Shu Niang broke through to the fourth level of Qi training so quickly!

After Zhang Shuniang experienced the battle of the Gray Bee, the level that had been stagnant for a long time suddenly loosened, and she smoothly advanced to the middle stage of Qi training.

"This girl is quite talented in cultivation!" Although Zhang Yan's mouth was modest, he couldn't help smiling: "It's just that her personality is too soft, and she will still have worries in the future."

"The more you practice, the better you will be."

…

This time, tens of thousands of people were enlisted as corvee, and there were more than 20 people who built the foundation. Although each group was separated, they were not far apart, only a few miles away, and news came soon.

It's not a second-order monster.

Instead, he encountered a terrible evil spirit.

It is said that most of one group died overnight, and only a few monks including that Zhu Ji escaped.

These days, these foundations are searching for this evil figure.

The temporary camp suddenly became panicked.

For this reason, Chen Li hastily put down the habit of going to the wild to practice swords and brush spells every night.

In the dead of night, in the wilderness, alone, this is almost the same as seeking death. Fortunately, he has not sold the evil-breaking talisman, and there are as many as 170 pieces in total. In addition, Zhou Hong also has 20 pieces, which is not bad. Panic, the family is safe.

Time passed day by day.

The atmosphere became tense.

All kinds of gossip spread in the temporary camp.

Some people say that You Zhuji died.

Some say more than one died.

Some people also said that it was a foundation builder who was possessed by an evil spirit and killed several companions.

Chen Li didn't know exactly what happened?

Just three days before the end of the corvée, a high-speed ray of light flew towards us early in the morning. Accompanied by terrifying coercion, the temporary camp, which was extremely noisy just a moment ago, became completely silent in an instant.

The true ancestor of Jindan has finally arrived!

"It seems that something really happened?" Chen Li was terrified.

"Is something going to happen?" Zhou Hong leaned on Chen Li's shoulder, looked at the distant Jindan Patriarch, and asked worriedly.

"Probably not, otherwise these Foundation Establishment wouldn't delay summoning the Golden Core Ancestor until now." Chen Li comforted, "Oh, we can't do anything about it, let's see!"

Zhang Yan and Zhang Shuniang heard the movement~lightnovelpub.net~ also walked out of the house at this time: "The ancestors of Jindan are here, so there should be no problem."

"I hope so!" Chen Li said.

In my heart, I want to arouse the desire for strength.

This world has no strength, and even its own safety cannot be guaranteed.

Jindan is too far away.

But he was within reach of establishing the foundation.

Then build the foundation first.

Be sure to build a foundation!

…

While Chen Li and other casual cultivators were anxiously waiting for the outcome of the battle, a monk from Zhenzong suddenly came over and announced that the corvee would end early and he could return on his own.

ps: I have something to go out today, that's all.

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