Fang Mu raised his hand and threw out several bamboo joints around him.

These bamboo joints are green and look extremely delicate.

However, they first came into contact with the soil and produced a large number of roots.

These roots seem soft, but easily pierced into the cracks of the rocks below the Tianshan Mountains.

After just a moment, the sound of rocks shattering came from the entire Zhitian Mountain.

This movement immediately attracted the attention of the monks who came to celebrate.

After looking at each other for a while, someone finally couldn't help asking:

"What did the Demon Lord just threw away? Why do I feel like the whole Zhitian Mountain is trembling?"

An old man with a gray beard pondered for a moment and said, "If I guess correctly, the Demon Lord just threw a thousand-foot bamboo!"

The first person who spoke to him shrank his pupils and said, "This is a top treasure!"

The old man said slowly: "Yes, take root for a thousand feet and take the spiritual energy from the center of the earth for his own use.

Every thousand-foot bamboo is worth a lot.

It is said that Sun Luorong, the only casual cultivator who ascended the upper realm in the past thousand years, has been practicing with a thousand-foot bamboo to reach the Ziyun Realm.

Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord took several moves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Mu on the top of the mountain raised his hand again.

Dozens of crisp bamboo branches sprinkled around.

When the old man saw this scene, he was stunned.

Seeing this, the monk beside him asked curiously: "Are these thrown by the Demon Lord also all Qianzhangzhu?"

The old man nodded with some difficulty and said, "It should be all, but..."

"But what?"

"But Qianzhangzhu needs to absorb a lot of spiritual energy before it takes root completely.

Although Tianshan is rich in spiritual energy, it is already quite difficult to support several thousand-foot bamboos.

If dozens of thousands of feet of bamboo are planted at the same time, each of them will not be able to absorb enough spiritual energy.

By then, the effect of a thousand-foot bamboo turns into a hundred-foot bamboo may not be as good as cultivating only one plant..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Fang Mu raise his hand again and throw out the green bamboo joints all over the sky, covering all the tops of Tianshan Mountain.

The monks below counted a little, and at least nearly a thousand knots were counted.

Someone immediately exclaimed: "How come there are so many revitalized thousand-foot bamboos in the hands of the Demon Lord!"

"I heard that the Demon Lord seemed to have visited Yaozhen Realm a few days ago..."

“But there are too many of them!

Even if the Yaozhen Realm has abundant spiritual energy, the ground should not be covered with thousands of feet of bamboo.

Did the Demon Lord go to Yaozhen Realm and pull out all the Qianzhangzhu there?"

"This is not impossible..."

While this group of people were talking, the old man who had commented before was completely stunned.

He stared at the Qianzhangzhu for a long time before trembling slightly:

“So many thousand-foot bamboos are sown at the same time, how can they grow!

To waste natural resources, to waste natural resources…”

As soon as he said the last few words, the people around him retreated.

A monk who was familiar with him stepped back and advised, "Be careful!"

When the old man heard these two words, he came to his senses a little and quickly closed his mouth.

But his eyes at Zhitianshan were still filled with heartache that was so thick that it could not be melted.

However, the next moment, a vortex of hundreds of miles suddenly appeared in the sky.

The rolling purple air swirled and landed towards the Tianshan Mountains under the vortex.

Under the watering of purple air in the sky, the bamboo joints that Fang Mu had just sown began to grow rapidly.

For a moment, the crackling sound of rocks crackling endlessly.

The monk next to the old man shook his head and said, "Old Wu, it seems that you are too worried.

The Demon Lord has already considered this.

With the irrigation of purple air, these thousand-foot bamboos will definitely survive.”

Wu Huaizhi, whose hair and beard were white, still stubbornly said: "It's not enough!

Even if these purple air is watered for several days, it is only enough for those bamboo joints to grow into a hundred-foot bamboo.

It’s still far from wanting them to grow into thousand-foot bamboos!"

Hearing his words, the rest of the people immediately took a few steps back.

It pointed to the top of Tianshan Mountain, and Fang Mu also realized the problem.

As soon as he was rising, he sprinkled a handful of bamboo joints, and it was a little difficult to end at this time.

If he had turned to spiritual cultivation, he would probably slap him and slapped the old man who dared to talk to him into a meat pie.

However, after several days of enlightenment, his understanding of Tao became deeper, and his interest in killing became much weaker.

He thought about it and took out a storage ring.

This storage ring contains all kinds of pills he borrowed from the Yaozhen Realm.

Originally, he planned to keep these elixirs for training his disciples.

But now, we can only rely on these pills to help us.

Fang Mu flipped his hand and took out an elite clear spiritual pill from the storage ring.

He gently crushed his two fingers, and the top-level pill turned into powder, and the rolling purple air sprinkled on the entire mountain.

Qianzhangzhu, which was growing slowly, was supplemented by the spiritual pill, and its growth rate suddenly increased by more than several times.

Seeing that this trick really worked, Fang Mu couldn't help but lit up slightly.

So he turned his hand and took out a bag of spiritual pills.

As his constant crushing was over, top-level pills were chased into powder and sprinkled around.

At first, the group of monks below did not understand what Fang Mu was doing.

But as Fang Mu crushed more and more spiritual pills, the fragrance of medicine slowly spread out.

Until this moment, the monks below finally reacted.

Someone sniffed and exclaimed: "Bi Xin Dan!"

When people around him heard these three words, they were stunned.

Someone immediately asked, "Is it the kind of Bixin Dan that can extend his life span?"

The first person who spoke sniffed the air around him hard and said, "This fragrance is definitely Bixindan!

Not only is it a Bixin Dan, but it is also a top-grade among the top!

This is the first time I have smelled such a strong fragrance in hundreds of years!”

“It’s true and fake!

I remember you said that the materials for refining the Bixin Pill are extremely rare.

Even if you have been working hard for decades, you may not be able to refine one."

The alchemist nodded and said, "Not bad! Even the top sect like Yuxuan Sect, there may not be treasures for refining the Bixin Pill in the warehouse."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone pointed to the distance and said:

"But in just a short while, the Demon Lord had already crushed thirteen pills.

Are those all the Bixin Dan?"

The alchemist was slightly stunned and said, "This should... be right!"

When people around heard their conversation, their expressions were immediately different.

Someone couldn't help but exclaim: "Use thirteen top-level elixirs as fertilizer, this is the work..."

Before the man could finish his words, someone interrupted: "There are fourteen now!"

This sentence once again led the eyes of the nearby monks to the Tianshan Mountains.

At this time, Fang Mu was still crushing the Bixin Dan one by one.

“Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…”
Chapter completed!