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Chapter 658 A palm-sized spiritual source

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    "Don't be so reckless in the future. There is absolutely no mediocre person who can become the Martial Emperor. I have never seen anyone who would use vitality and true energy to fight. This is an act of suicide." Yueying Daozhong Aojiao scolded.

    Xiao Chen, who had just finished taking a thousand-year-old healing elixir, refined it slightly to penetrate the medicine into his internal organs faster. After a while, he spit out a mouthful of broken blood and his face looked much better.

    Hearing what Ao Jiao said, Xiao Chen stood up and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm measured. After fighting with that person, I also have a better understanding of my own strength."

    After the Five Kingdoms Competition, Xiao Chen's strength improved by leaps and bounds, but he never had a suitable opponent. No one among the Half-Step Martial Emperors could arouse his interest.

    The old man in blue robe has just reached the level of the low-grade Martial Emperor. By fighting against him, you can have a clearer understanding of your own strength.

    With his current fighting power, an average low-grade Martial Emperor would basically not be his opponent if he didn't burn his true energy.  There is still some gap when encountering a low-level Martial Emperor like the blue-robed old man who can use the Yin Fire to burn his true essence.

    If he can reach the realm of the Martial Emperor and refine his vitality into true essence, then the blue-robed old man will never be able to perform ten moves in his hands, even if he burns the true essence.

    "Compared with him, the blue-robed warrior is not as good as him in terms of martial arts and combat skills, except for his true energy advantage.  If Xiao Chen uses Purple Thunder True Fire to burn his true essence, I am afraid that the old man in blue robe will not even be able to block his three moves.

    With an eager gaze flashing in his eyes, Xiao Chen looked around and said, "Stop talking about this, where is the source of Aojiao's spiritual veins? I can't wait."

    "To the northeast, if you walk twenty miles, you should be able to see a small hill. There is a restriction left by the Thunder Emperor. I can help you open it and go in."

    Twenty miles is not too far away. Xiao Chen looked around. Although he was very eager to rush there, he was not really so reckless.

    Sit cross-legged on the ground again, continue to heal, make sure there are no injuries, and rush over in the best possible condition.

    Half an hour later, Xiao Chen opened his eyes again, full of energy, tiptoed, and turned into a dragon and galloped away.

    However, we didn¡¯t go very far when we ran into a little trouble. A dozen or so ferocious fire spirits blocked the way.

    Having seen fire spirits in the Crimson Blood Cage, Xiao Chen did not panic and knew how to deal with this kind of yin attribute fire spirit that had no sense of pain.

    A ball of Purple Thunder True Fire popped up in his right hand, purple light flashed in his eyes, and a dazzling light suddenly appeared in the flame on his palm, but Xiao Chen's original heart was also taken out.

    The power of the Purple Thunder True Fire, which contains the heart of origin, is completely different from before. Looking at the flying fire spirit, Xiao Chen gave a light drink and pointed to objects as weapons!

    The flames suddenly condensed and transformed, and finally turned into ten sharp daggers. Xiao Chen waved his right hand, and the daggers shot out with a whoosh.

    Bang bang bang!

    The purple fire dagger of Zhi Gang Zhi Yang penetrated the heart of these fire spirits and exploded immediately. The ten difficult fire spirits were instantly exploded into countless sparks.

    Xiao Chen smiled slightly, purple light flashed in his right eye, and the dagger scattered in the air turned into ten streams of light and escaped into his right eye again.  With the dagger transformed from the Purple Thunder True Fire, Xiao Chen swept all the way and arrived at the hill Ao Jiao mentioned a quarter of an hour later.

    The hill is not big, no more than 200 meters high, and stretches for 300 meters. The soil is black, and it looks extremely ordinary at first glance. There are countless similar hills in this underground world.

    "The source of the spiritual veins is down here?"

    Xiao Chen walked around the hill and didn't feel anything special about the aura of this place. It looked like an ordinary hill.

    Aojiao nodded and said: "Well, the source of this spiritual vein is not suppressed by the spirit gathering array. The spiritual energy has been leaking all year round. The Thunder Emperor took away half of it. He was afraid that someone would discover this place, so he casually placed a ban. You wait.  Give me a moment."

    Whoops!

    After the words fell, Aojiao flew directly out of the Moon Shadow Knife. The luster on the blade immediately became much darker.

    It¡¯s been a long time since he saw Naojiao in person. Xiao Chen looked at her carefully and found that she hadn¡¯t changed at all.  She is a head shorter than him, looks like a little girl, and has a hot body, which is still the same as before.

    Looking at the hills in front of her, there was a look of nostalgia in Ao Jiao's eyes. She sighed, and her hands began to form seals quickly. Finally, she pointed forward with her small right hand and said in a cute voice: "Open!"

    The solid hill split into two halves in Xiao Chen¡¯s surprised eyes, and a surging spiritual energy surged out from it.

    "Don't be stunned"If you hurry in and let the two people in the Holy Volcano Villa sense this spiritual energy, you will be in big trouble.  "

    Xiao Chen understood this, and his body flashed, turning into purple light, and instantly entered the corridor at the foot of the hill.  Aojiao then entered, forming seals with her hands again, and the hills closed together again with a bang, becoming ordinary again.

    The two old men in blue robes who were heading towards Netherworld Fire in the distance frowned at the same time, after being promoted to Martial Emperor.  Warriors have begun to cultivate their spiritual power and are extremely sensitive to changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

    At the moment just now, the two of them sensed an extremely powerful spiritual energy at the same time, and it surged out very suddenly.

    The old man in gray robe said: "Brother, do you want to go over and have a look?"

    "Tian Mie Lake is the former site of the Tianwu Dynasty's imperial capital. There may be a strange treasure. I'll go over and have a look. You can deal with the Nether Fire Spirit later." The blue-robed old man thought for a moment and said.

    The corridor is deep and dark, surrounded by thick spiritual mist, and the walls are covered with dew made from liquefied spiritual energy, which seems to have not dissipated for thousands of years.

    There is no need to practice here at all. As long as you open your mouth and inhale hard, your cultivation level will increase instantly. But Xiao Chen did not dare to inhale.

    There are still many impurities in the spiritual mist. The cave is not ventilated all year round. Those impurities will cause considerable harm to the human body, so we can only look forward to it and sigh.

    Walking forward all the way, at the end, the spiritual mist dissipated, and an underground river appeared in his eyes, with rushing water and fragrant spiritual energy coming from above. The entire river was actually transformed by spiritual liquid.

    Xiao Chen sighed: "It's really not an ordinary waste. Letting a spiritual river flow out like this. Five thousand years have passed. How much spiritual energy has been wasted."

    Ao Jiao, who was following behind, raised her mouth slightly and said, "I don't know, it's just the lowest level spiritual vein. You will know when you go to Kunlun Realm, and when you see Tianquan Ancient River, you will know what the real spiritual river is."  ¡±

    Being despised by Ao Jiao, Xiao Chen couldn't refute it even with a smile. He knew that there were levels of spiritual veins, but he didn't know exactly how they were divided.

    The end of the Linghe River is where the source of the spiritual veins is located. The two of them walked forward. On the way, Aojiao talked to Xiao Chen about the classification of the spiritual vein levels.

    Spiritual veins are divided into five levels, from low to high from the first to the fifth level. The first-level spiritual veins are the most common, and there are not even spiritual stone mines around them. Only the second-level spiritual veins have spiritual minerals around them.

    Tiandao Pavilion has a second-level spiritual vein, but the spiritual stones produced by the second-level spiritual vein are mostly low-level spiritual stones, and intermediate spiritual stones rarely appear.

    By analogy, only fourth-level spiritual veins can produce large amounts of superior spiritual stones. Fourth-level spiritual veins are also called top-grade spiritual veins.  There are less than five top-grade spiritual veins on the Tianwu Continent, and they are in a state of near exhaustion. They are no longer able to produce large quantities of high-grade spiritual stones.

    Fifth-level spiritual veins are called holy-level spiritual veins. There is no such thing in the Tianwu Continent. Even in the Kunlun Realm, they are extremely precious.  As for the fifth level and above, the legendary king's spiritual vein is a phoenix-haired water chestnut in the Kunlun world, and only the king's sect can master it.

    While talking, the two of them also walked to the end of the Spiritual River. Xiao Chen looked at the source of spiritual veins floating in the air, his eyebrows slightly frowning together.

    In the thick spiritual mist, the source of the spiritual veins was only about the size of a palm.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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