Immortal cultivation starts with copying.

In a word, there is not enough space. He covets this huge treasure house. If he can take away 30% of these things, it will be enough for the development of his new Taiyi Sect for hundreds of years in the future.

Although he has not asked the spirit of the weapon yet, he always feels that if there is a chance to improve the strength of the spirit of the weapon, that is, to improve the strength of the ancient mirror, some problems will no longer be problems.

So even though he saw many spiritual medicines at his feet that were thousands of years old, or even tens of thousands of years old, he didn't even take a second look at them.

It’s all his anyway, why rush to get it sooner or later!

Chen Yunhao's spiritual sense saw that on a hillside, there was a short tree with some fruits on it.

"Golden peach...?"

Chen Yunhao was not sure, but it looked like it. The tree was only one person tall, and had seven or eight half-red fruits scattered around.

It was about twenty or thirty miles away from where he was standing. He walked from the previous hilltop to this hilltop and found that there were many spiritual plants, some of which were bearing spiritual fruits.

The reason why he was not sure was that he had never seen what the golden peach looked like, and had only read a general record of it in ancient books.

Chen Yunhao stepped forward and used the magic of movement to quickly move through the forest. In half a cup of tea, he arrived in front of the fruit tree he saw in his consciousness.

There is no need to look at anything else, just look at the few fruits hanging scattered on it, and then smell the scent, it must be golden peach wood.

However, the one in front of us is only about two or three thousand years old, and it is still far from becoming a golden peach spirit!

However, Chen Yunhao was delighted. The appearance of such a relatively new golden peach tree in the closed Fengmo Mountain was enough to prove that there must be a mother tree.

He released his spiritual sense and looked around carefully again to make sure that he had not found the mother tree of the golden peach.

The more this happened, the happier Chen Yunhao was. As the saying goes, a demon takes a thousand years to transform, and a spirit takes ten thousand years to transform. A demon can transform into a human form in a thousand years, while a spirit needs at least ten thousand years to transform into a human form.

This also proves that the life of plants and trees is longer than that of monsters. If they are not seen nearby, it means that they have grown legs.

There is no doubt that it would be better to refine an avatar by taking a piece of skin from a shapeshifting monster with legs.

Chen Yunhao reached out and picked two golden peaches from the golden peach tree and threw them to the treasure-hunting rat that stuck its head out of the spirit beast bag at its waist.

This golden peach is not old enough. Although it is also a spiritual fruit, it is still far inferior to those that are over ten thousand years old, so he doesn't like it.

But the treasure-hunting mouse Xiaoyu was greedy, so Chen Yunhao took two and gave them to the treasure-hunting mouse Xiaoyu and the flying mouse.

This young golden peach tree is left here for now. He wants to transplant it, but now is not the right time. What if he alerts the enemy?

Continue along the ridge and cross the mountain. Each mountain peak in Fengmo Mountain is not too steep, but there is a spiritual vein above the sixth level underground.

Only high-level spiritual veins can support high-level spiritual formations. Before the demons were sealed, this place was originally the headquarters of a medium to large sect.

Therefore, there are many spiritual plants, spiritual medicines, spiritual trees, etc. on the mountain, which are all left by the original sect.

After countless years of natural reproduction, coupled with a closed environment and abundant spiritual energy, it is now growing in scale and is everywhere in the mountains.

After walking for hundreds of miles, we climbed up the mountain, crossed the top of the mountain and continued to walk down. There were ravines at the foot of the mountain, and the ravines were filled with insect fog.

Now Chen Yunhao knew that there must be a demon flower in every insect fog.

After discovering the devil flower in the first valley, Chen Yunhao guessed that there must be a formation under the valley.

At the very least, it should be suppressing the corpses of the demons. If it is a powerful demon who has transcended the Mahayana tribulation or above, it must be cut into eight pieces and buried in different places, and suppressed by the formation.

The devil flower only grows where there are corpses of demons, and only this kind of deduction can explain why there is insect fog in every valley.

Although Chen Yunhao still couldn't figure out what that tiny bug was, it was definitely not something that existed in the spiritual world. Since it was produced from the devil flower, it should be one of the devil bugs.

No matter what it is, it is now one of the nutrients for the piano worm to advance, and that is enough.

His cultivation progress is quite slow now, so we can't rush it. We can't force things to happen!

Besides, the strength of a cultivator is judged from an overall perspective. Even if he is just lucky, it is still a manifestation of his strength.

Therefore, the power of the spirit of the weapon or the power of the zither insect are both manifestations of his improved strength.

So now that we have encountered an opportunity to quickly upgrade the Qinchong, why not wait a while!

Now of course he also knew why the insect fog would not spread. That was because the release distance of the devil flower's breath was limited, and these devil insects could not leave too far.

When he reached a place two or three feet away from the insect fog, Chen Yunhao found a rock to sit on, and the Qin insects could not appear beside him.

The Qin insect stared greedily at the insect mist with its eyes. To it, these tiny demon insects were even more delicious and more useful to it than the Nascent Soul of human cultivators.

"Go...!"

Qin Chong was just waiting for Chen Yunhao's notification and ran away before he finished speaking.

Watching the zither bug devouring the insect mist, Chen Yunhao ignored it.

He observed that within a radius of two or three feet from the insect fog, there were almost no spiritual herbs, spiritual medicines, or spiritual plants, only the most common plants.

According to the habits of those demonic insects, anything with a bit of spiritual power and energy will probably be devoured, and those formed monsters will probably not come near either.

Chen Yunhao took out a jade slip and carefully studied the Pangu Creation Technique.

This ancient martial art gave him a different feeling every time he read it. He gained something every time and his skills were gradually improving.

About an hour later, Chen Yunhao put away the jade slip in his hand and slowly turned his head to the right.

"Don't think I can't see you. Come and tell me if you have something to say...!"

A hundred feet behind him and to the right, there was a tall green pine tree.

He had discovered this green pine tree an hour ago. It was several miles away before, but in one hour it slowly moved to a hundred feet behind him.

This is a transformed monster. It has simply restored its original form and is slowly approaching.

Upon hearing this, the trunk of the green pine tree, which was more than ten feet tall, shook slightly, and then turned into an old man with white hair and beard, who was hunched over.

The old man had a kind face and held a dry staff in his hand. He hesitated at first, but finally calmed down and slowly approached with a slightly nervous expression.

"Can you speak human language?"

Chen Yunhao looked at the old man transformed by Qingsong. It is said that the transformed monsters can speak the human language.

The human language seems to be a universal language that has been set up long ago in the world. In addition to their own languages, the common language of all races in the world, including humans, demons, plants, devils and elves, must be the human language.