Chapter 635: Insufficient

At the easternmost side of Baihuan Sect, the rough lines on the Bing-shaped demon-fixing needle were scarlet.

Not far below, a thick black peach tree that could be hugged by one person stood quietly in the thick fog.

The dark brown soil on the ground rolled suddenly, and a trace of imperceptible power emerged lightly like a little snake. It slowly climbed to the top along the dark green grass leaves. The grass leaves trembled slightly, and the invisible force like a little snake followed the direction of the grass leaves and flew lightly into the sky.

Buzz!

A red flying blade suddenly appeared in the air.

Puff!

A palm broke through the thick fog and grasped the strange power as thin as a hair in the palm of his hand.

"Another big tonic pill is in hand!"

Chen Mu walked out of the thick fog, feeling the invisible power slowly sinking into the Tianyao Armor in the palm of his hand, and smiled.

"It's probably some kind of demon essence."

"Maybe the Moli Silver Peach Tree was born from this thing."

More than ten days ago, he found that the experience of the Heavenly Demon Armor had increased inexplicably, and he immediately returned to the Prison Valley to investigate the reason.

With the help of the Di Ting magic and the Heavenly Demon Armor's own induction, it took a lot of effort to find clues next to a different peach tree whose wood core had been pulled out.

This is an extremely hidden breath. Even if the Di Ting magic is fully running, it can only vaguely sense some rhythms. And whether it is mana or Yin Ling divine power, it seems difficult to interfere with it.

Fortunately, that thing likes to gather around the Moli Silver Peach Tree, and the Heavenly Demon Armor seems to have a natural attraction to it. As long as it gets close, it can be absorbed and accommodated in the Heavenly Demon Armor.

After several careful investigations, he finally discovered the pattern of the appearance of this invisible breath.

Feeling the subtle changes in his body, Chen Mu's face was full of joy.

With a thought, a gray wall appeared in front of Chen Mu.

Heavenly Demon Armor: 7133/10000/Level 7;

"Good stuff!"

"If there are more similar demon essences, maybe it won't take long before the Heavenly Demon Armor can be trained to the top level."

Thinking happily, Chen Mu walked to the peach wood and reached out to press the black alien peach wood.

The secret technique was running, and a sense of emptiness was reflected in his heart.

"It would be great if there was still peach wood core in this peach tree, so I could have double happiness."

"What a pity..." Chen Mu put away the smile on his face, shook his head and sighed.

As time went by, he found that many Moli Silver Peach Trees were intact on the outside, but the wood core had been taken out of the inside.

He didn't worry much about the raw materials of peach wood core before, because the Baihuan Sect was big enough and the Prison Valley was long enough.

But now...

"There are probably more than one or two people practicing the Nine Lives Division Technique."

"We have to hurry up and dig more peach wood cores."

A sense of urgency rose in Chen Mu's heart, and he turned around and quickly disappeared in the thick fog.

…

The sun and the moon flow, and time flies. This morning, Chen Mu was awakened early by a slight buzzing sound.

When he walked out of the cave, he saw dozens of ant-like people on the endless Jinyuan Valley spiritual field in the distance.

They held a cloth bag-like magic weapon in their hands, standing on the flying kite and flying low. When they pinched their fingers, the Jinyuan Valley below immediately broke away from the ears of grain, like a piece of golden sand, whizzing into the sky, and quickly drilled into the open pocket.

These people in the air lined up in a row, flying from north to south, quickly harvesting the Jinyuan Valley.

There were also dozens of people on the ground following closely, each holding a yellow gourd in their hands. Streams of hot air continued to spray out, and wherever they passed, the stems and leaves of the Jinyuan Valley immediately turned into ashes and fell into the spiritual field.

"You can go to the General Affairs Office in the afternoon to buy some fresh Jinyuan Valley." Chen Mu patted the rough railing at the door, and his index finger moved.

When Chen Mu first came to Baihuan Sect, this endless golden valley had already grown ears of grain. After four months of growth, it was finally time to harvest today.

Lu Han Baihuan Sect disciples were also pulled to harvest the golden valley. These new Taoist soldiers also had a rare day off.

"Others can rest, but I can't." After stretching and stretching his muscles, Chen Mu turned around and disappeared into the mist like a breeze.

...

At the southernmost end of the Baihuan Sect's station, the top of the rough and ferocious Jiazi Dingyao Needle was shrouded in white clouds.

Chen Mu's figure appeared on the top of the rocky top, and he saw a half-human-high black alien peach tree at a glance.

He walked forward and raised his hand to press it. He couldn't help but smile when he performed the secret art of the Jieshu.

The main stem of the black peach tree was rippling with water-like patterns. He reached out and used his middle and index fingers to pick out a black tree core as thick as a walnut from the peach tree.

"Although it is just a small peach tree, the wood core is full of strange power, which is completely enough to refine the Peach God."

Chen Mu looked around after putting away the peach wood core. There were many plants growing on the top of the wide demon-fixing needle. There were also dozens of peach trees, but the only one that met the requirements was the one in front of him.

"It's all the fault of that black-hearted old man Hu Buwei!" Chen Mu curled his lips.

In the past two months, he has been looking for the Moliyin peach tree day and night to refine the Peach God. As time went by, he found many different peach trees, but most of them had their peach wood cores dug out.

Now, there is not even a Moliyin tree that meets the requirements in the Prison Valley.

Fortunately, the peach tree in front of him grew on the top of the demon-fixing needle, and ordinary people did not dare to climb up to explore, otherwise it would not fall into his hands.

"I don't know how many copies of the Tribulation Division Technique has been sold by old man Hu."

"I have only practiced seventy-three Peach Gods."

"If the Taoist soldiers sue and retaliate in the future, this amount may not be enough." He was full of worries.

"No, I have to search the Prison Valley again. Who knows, I might find a fish that has slipped through the net in some corner."

……

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A few days later, in the evening, at the entrance of the cliff cave.

Chen Mu lay in a rocking chair, staring at the clouds in the distance that were illuminated by the setting sun.

In the past few days, he has never found a peach tree that meets the requirements.

The number of Peach Gods has stopped at 73, and even the demon essence that can advance the progress of the Heavenly Demon Armor has disappeared.

"I'm afraid it's impossible to continue refining the Peach God."

After pondering for a long time, Chen Mu suddenly had an idea.

"How about trying to stack a few other calamity-blocking secrets?"

"Layering armor, I'm familiar with this!"

...

The next day, in the Prison Valley, Lu Han looked at Chen Mu speechlessly.

"Practicing multiple calamity-bearing secrets at the same time?"

"Who did you learn the two levels of He Yu Zhong and Ju Yuan Fu from? Have you forgotten the basics?!"

"No?" Chen Mu looked at a loss.

"No matter how mysterious the secret art of carrying disasters is, it cannot be separated from the scope of the secret art of Qi Refiners. As long as it is performed, there will always be a sequence."

"There is only one fundamental Yuanfu in the jade seed of a Qi Refiner, which is the only channel for the secret art to be performed to the outside world. Before the Dao foundation, a Qi Refiner can only release one secret art each time he casts a spell."

"Many secret arts seem to be performed at the same time, but in fact they are just switched quickly enough."

"No matter how many secret arts of carrying disasters you practice, when you really need them, you can only use one at most. Even if you switch faster, can you be faster than Daozu?" Lu Han glanced at Chen Mu.

Chen Mu's mouth twitched, and he suddenly realized.

Qi Refiners before the Dao foundation are like single-barreled firearms. No matter how many bullets are stuffed in the magazine, only one can be fired each time.

Although they can fire continuously, it's a pity that the Pure Yang Daozu is too powerful. Even if he fires continuously faster, he can't match the speed of the backlash attack.

"The armor-relaying plan failed." Chen Mu scratched his head.

"Instead of thinking about these things, you might as well concentrate on thinking about the magic to solve the demon."

"Most of your fellow Taoists have already entered the grinding stone room to start the next level of practice. How long do you plan to delay?" Lu Han scolded with a bad face.

This leek is growing so fast.

"It's almost there, don't worry, senior brother, I will go to the grinding stone room to practice in a few days." Chen Mu replied with a smile.

"You are not still thinking about the secret art of blocking the catastrophe, are you?" Lu Han glanced at him with dissatisfaction.

"Why, do you want to rebel against the Qianji Sect, or do you want to kill someone in the Qianji Sect? You haven't even entered the Qianji Sect yet, how can you be so sure that you will be struck by five thunders?" He was full of suspicion.

Originally, it was just a joke, but as he said it, his heart couldn't help but jump.

Did he recruit a lunatic?

He started thinking about making trouble before he went to the Qianji Sect?

Looking at Chen Mu who was always smiling, Lu Han suddenly felt panic for no reason.