Seeing that only the last fruit was left, all the monks took off from the ground and headed towards the Fusang tree in the center.
Zheng Lingxiao attacked from behind, pushing an unsuspecting cultivator off the cliff. He reached out to grab the Fusang fruit and said to the Zheng family, "Third Elder, please stop them! Don't let anyone else take the Fusang fruit!"
He had been stuck in the late Nascent Soul stage for a full ten years. Originally, the technique he practiced was not suitable for leaking Yuan Yang, but he couldn't help it that day and broke his technique, which resulted in his cultivation being unable to improve for a long time.
If he fails to make a breakthrough, part of the clan's resources will be withdrawn to train new members of the clan. He will never allow his own resources to be given to others.
Seeing this, the Zheng family members felt that the Fusang Fruit must be theirs, so they said, "Don't worry, Second Young Master. We will definitely help you get the Fusang Fruit!"
When the scattered cultivators saw that all the people from the major families were gathered here, they knew that they had no hope, so they chose to watch the show from the dark. Some of them chose to hide in the dark and look for opportunities.
Just when his hand was only one step away from picking the fruit, a breeze blew past his ear, and a hand plucked the fruit from the tree before him. Then he saw the face he least wanted to see, with an extremely annoying smile.
"What a coincidence, Second Young Master Zheng, we picked the same fruit. It seems that I am faster than you. Thank you for your help!" Jing Wushuang played with the fruit and saw the undisguised ambition and eagerness in Zheng Lingxiao's eyes. A victorious smile appeared on his face.
"Master Jing, this hibiscus fruit is very important to me. Since we are about to become a family, will you please give it to me?"
"If you give me the fruit, Jing Qianqian will be my true Taoist partner from now on."
Everyone in the Zheng family frowned and said, "Second Young Master, be careful with your words!" Everyone knew that Jing Qianqian had poor talent for cultivation and didn't practice swordsmanship well. She just thought about how to seduce men all day long.
"Who are we family members? It was Jing Qianqian who took the initiative to have an affair with you. We in the Jing family don't have such a shameful disciple." After he finished speaking, a light green light enveloped him, and Jing Wushuang completely disappeared from everyone's sight.
The Jing family finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the last fruit belonged to their Jing family.
Leng Qingning walked aimlessly under the huge hibiscus tree, surrounded by endless grassland. The grass under her feet was as soft as cotton. The gentle sunlight shone on her, bringing warmth from her soul.
The hibiscus leaves emitted a soft golden light, and the rich spiritual energy formed a vortex and poured into the body. The spiritual power here was even richer than outside.
Leng Qingning opened her palm and found that the hibiscus fruit was actually held in her hand.
At this moment, a golden light emanated from the thick trunk of the hibiscus tree, and four large characters "Life is like a dream" appeared faintly on it.
These four words were quite mysterious. Leng Qingning could feel the extremely powerful force contained in them. He just glanced at them and felt dizzy and as if his head was about to explode.
She was so scared that she quickly looked away, and the uncomfortable feeling finally subsided.
A breeze blew, rustling the dense leaves, and a few leaves were rolled up and fell to the ground.
Such an excellent blessed place is naturally suitable for breaking through cultivation. Leng Qingning swallowed the fruit without hesitation and sat cross-legged under the tree trunk to practice.
The moment she closed her eyes to refine the fruit, the golden words on the trunk flew out and sank into her body.
This Fusang fruit is indeed worthy of being called the legendary divine fruit. The powerful and domineering spiritual power quickly washed over his body, almost bursting it. Fortunately, he had six spiritual roots in his body, and the spiritual power required was far beyond that of ordinary people, which avoided the fate of exploding and dying.
At this moment, the four golden characters "Life is like a dream" suddenly appeared in her mind. Weren't these four characters on the tree trunk? How did they appear in her mind?
Leng Qingning was puzzled.
Right now, refining the fruit was more important. She put her thoughts aside and concentrated on dividing the fruit into six strands of power, which flowed into six spiritual roots respectively. As she continued to channel the spiritual power, her strength became stronger and stronger.
It took her five full days to refine this hibiscus fruit. When she woke up, her strength had reached the middle stage of the distraction realm.
After her distraction, every blade of grass and every tree in the world could not escape her eyes and ears. She seemed to be able to hear the breathing and conversation of the plants and trees. Is this the wonder of the distraction period?
Leng Qingning looked at the thick tree trunk. The four golden words had already sunk into her brain. At this moment, the trunk was empty.
What exactly are those four words?
She gently stroked her forehead, her eyes a little confused.
"Oh, it's you who got the four-word mantra of the Beast God. What a coincidence, little one, we meet again~" Then she saw a male cultivator wearing golden armor, holding a holy sword, and with an extraordinary aura leaning against the Fusang tree and looking at her with a smile.
This time he looked much younger than last time. It seemed a bit awkward for a handsome young man to call her a little girl.
The moment he appeared, the sun-shaped purple jade pendant on Leng Qingning's body suddenly became hot and actually floated in mid-air.
When Leng Qingning saw this familiar and gentle face, she suddenly felt excited and friendly.
When Lord Haotian saw the jade pendant, a look of nostalgia appeared on his face.
"I didn't expect that Jing Mang could be restored by you. It seems that all this is really fate. It originally belonged to the previous generation of Beast God."
"The previous generation? Senior Haotian, could it be that this Beast God has several generations?"
"Little girl, why are you still calling me senior? I have at least taught you some skills, so I am half your master, right?"
"Master"
Only then did Lord Haotian reveal a look of satisfaction.
"That's right. There are two generations of Beast Gods. If you include you, that's three generations. Legend has it that every time a Beast God appears, the continent is about to be struck by cholera. They appear to save millions of lives from disaster."
"This Jing Mang was the possession of the previous generation's Beast God, my good friend Wen Ge. Unfortunately, his battle with the vengeful demon was too brutal, and he led all the masters on the continent to perish together with the vengeful demon, thus bringing peace to the future generations."
"That war caused an unprecedented explosion, and the consequences were severe, causing the entire continent to be split into countless pieces."
So that's how it is. No wonder there are so many continents in the world of cultivation.
She suddenly thought of the figure who had saved her so many times. Could he be the Beast God? Which generation of Beast God would he be?
"Looking at your appearance, you have activated six spiritual roots. I happen to have a golden spiritual bead in my hand. You can absorb it now. Once you absorb all the spiritual beads, the Beast God bloodline will be truly activated. At that time, you will possess the powerful strength of the Beast God, and few people in the world will be your rivals."
Hearing what Lord Haotian said, Leng Qingning's mouth twitched inexplicably. She only had three spirit beads now, and she was still short of four spirit beads: wood, fire, earth, and wind.
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