Ghost had seen Zilong's recovery ability, but Ghost had never thought that Zilong's recovery ability would grow, and had grown to such a state.

However, Zilong seemed to remember something, and his eyes flashed with a flash of surprise and joy.

"After the injury, the physical fitness will increase again!"

When Zilong was still a fourth-level monk, he suffered several heavy damage, but after he woke up, his physical fitness was improved to varying degrees.

But after experiencing such a thing a few times, this situation disappeared.

At that time, Zilong had also discussed this matter with the ghost, but in the end he did not find out what was going on, and Zilong did not take it too much.

Now that he has entered the fifth-level kingdom realm, this situation of increasing physical fitness after being injured has occurred again. Although Zilong is still unclear, this is undoubtedly a great thing.

After Zilong told Ghost about this, Ghost still thought hard and finally didn't bother to think about it. If it asked it to explain all the strange things that happened to Zilong, it would probably not have to do anything from now on.

After gradually adapting to the lightning strike in the spiritual cultivation realm, Zilong was not in a hurry. He followed the ghost's guidance and walked slowly, and Ren Lian's cross lightning bolts hit him, and even the idea of ​​trying to avoid him was gone.

The cross lightning that has been constantly being shot helps me temper my body. Just walk in it, why not Zilong, who is suffering a little bit of pain?

Not long after, Zilong came down to the depths of the Spirit Cultivation Realm under the guidance of the ghost.

Lush red-brown vines grow here, which directly blocks Zilong's vision.

At the beginning, Zilong did not take the red-brown vine seriously, because he had seen many of these vines since he entered the spiritual cultivation realm, but they were all fragmented and not as lush and sociable as here.

Zilong followed the guidance of the ghost and chopped left and right with the Zhufengliu Dance Sword, cutting off the vines blocking the way, and cleared out a path among the vast red vines.

Zilong continued to go deeper along the cleaned road, and finally found a red purple-toned fleshy fruit at the end of the vines.

"It really is!" The moment I saw this fruit, the dark eyes of the ghost in the black ring emitted the light of the thief spirit.

Zilong walked forward with a confused look on his face, and directly held the fruit in his hand, looking at him with confusion.

"What is this? Is the psychic vine the name of the fruit?"

The voice of Youyou came from the Black Ring:

"Of course not. This is the true spirit fruit. It is a magical fruit that only produced one in ten years in the gathering place of the spiritual vine. It is of great benefit to my solidified beast soul."

Zilong was stunned when he heard the sound: "The gathering place of the spiritual vines? These red-brown vines are not just spiritual vines!"

"yes."

"Old man!"

Zilong suddenly realized that he understood everything. No wonder he felt that the ghost was sarcastic at the beginning. He wanted to help him come to the depths of the spiritual cultivation realm to obtain this true spirit fruit.

Quietly, the star mist that surged out of the black ring had already sucked the true spirit fruit in Zilong's hand into the space of the black ring. Then he left a sentence that made Zilong want to curse: "I just want this true spirit fruit. The rest, the spiritual vines all over the ground, are all yours, so you don't have to thank me."

The ghost words were filled with the meaning of having suffered a great loss and letting Zilong take advantage of it. Zilong rolled his eyes at him and sighed inwardly: "I have never seen such a shameless beast!"

Although Zilong can now gradually ignore the pain of thunder strikes in the spiritual cultivation realm, the seven or eight consecutive thunder strikes he suffered when he first stepped into this place, the degree of pain that Zilong will definitely be unforgettable for his life.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is more sour and refreshing than being pierced by thick needles sewn with sacks.

However, it stimulated the potential abilities in his body and allowed his physical fitness to be transformed, which also gave Zilong some comfort.

Zilong lifted the Zhufengliu dance sword in his hand, looked at the large area of ​​spiritual vines here, and began to harvest without hesitation. After chopping himself so many times, Zilong felt a little sorry for his butt that was still a little painful.

This dirty thunder...

In two hours, Zilong spent two hours, just like a farmer harvesting wheat on the farm day, filling the spiritual vines in the spiritual cultivation realm with a mysterious storage ring.

Zilong himself must have not used up so many spiritual vines, but selling them for money will definitely be a considerable income. After all, this kind of thing is also quite attractive to low-level monks, because as long as the goal of the fifth-level king is not too poor and hard, most people will be able to achieve it in their lifetime.

For those who have entered the fifth-level king but have not successfully transformed into spirits, at the critical moment when they sense the source spirit, they are just short of the spiritual vine to help them, even if the lion opens his mouth and asks for half of his possessions, they may accept it with tears and laughter.

However, selling it for money is only part of Zilong's plan. Zilong thought that if he brought these spiritual vines to the Zhao clan family and helped the fifth-level kings of the Zhao clan who had not yet obtained acquired spirits successfully transformed into spirits, then the backbone of the Zhao clan family would definitely be greatly improved.

In addition, it is also excellent to use it to cultivate one's own power. The fifth-level king with the means of transforming spirits is already an overlord level in a small city. One person can deal with ordinary low-level monks of No. 4 or 500. They are one of the dominant forces in the war, and even among the eight major clans, they are treated quite high...

After collecting the spiritual vines, Zilong did not rush to leave here. He came to the edge of the spiritual cultivation domain and began to meditate here.

In Zilong's words, he just wanted to see what level his physical fitness could be improved to by the training of lightning.

Zilong sat cross-legged in the Spiritual Cultivation Realm for three days at a frequency of about six lightning strikes in a quarter of an hour.

It was not until Zilong made sure that his physical fitness would not increase due to injury that he slowly stood up and left the realm of spiritual cultivation.

After this trouble, Zilong also planned to understand one of the characteristics of his body, that is, every time he breaks through to a great realm, he will improve his physical fitness after he recovers from his body injury and recovers from his body.

Although the single increase is not particularly obvious, six or seven times are superimposed together, which is a considerable increase.

Zilong didn't know how strong his physical fitness was now, but one thing he could be sure of was that he could almost compete with Ada in front of his fist and foot skills without being at a disadvantage.

He was used to being struck by lightning. After Zilong walked out of the Spirit Cultivation Realm, he did not struck lightning for a while, and he was really uncomfortable.

However, Zilong's image is quite cool now. You know that his hair is full of hair and the wind blows the balls cool. At this time, Zilong didn't even have a fig leaf, and he was exposed to the red sea of ​​stones in the Shura land.

Zilong searched for a long time but couldn't get a piece of clothing out of the storage ring.

Unfortunately, he could only maintain this cool attitude and move forward in the Shura land.

In two days, when Zilong reached the junction of Shura Land and the extremely frightened Zetan, he encountered a large team of seven or eight people coming towards him.

Two of them were female monks. When they saw the naked Zilong, they screamed and screamed and stretched.

The leading male monk immediately stood up to save Meidi and cursed Zilong, saying that he had thrown out all the thiefs, lewd insects, and stinky hooligans. However, before this guy pretended to be a good man, Zilong kicked him up and was terrified, and he didn't get up for a long time.

When everyone saw that the situation was not good, they immediately surrounded Zilong and siegeed Zilong. However, in less than two breaths, in the early stage of the fifth level, all five fourth-level male cultivation levels were beaten by Zilong and cried and begged for mercy on the ground.

With the two pretty female monks covering their mouths and blushing their faces, Zilong stripped naked of his clothes, then put them on them casually, covering their solid and majestic body, then waved his sleeves, slapped the guy with unclean mouth twice, and then whistled at the two red-faced female monks, and finally entered the extremely terrifying pond with great swagger.

"I am so blunt, you are becoming more and more like a hooligan." The voice of ghosts came from the black ring.

Zilong laughed and said, "When I beat the Qing Shiang violently, then I took off She Tuocheng and chopped Yunwangshan. I will be a gangster and go everywhere, haha!"

The ghost smiled and shook his head, undeniable.

Just as Zilong was laughing loudly, the wind suddenly blew in the sky, and even the miasma in the extremely terrifying pond was blown away.

The pressure of the sixth-level saint!

Soon, a huge familiar body fell from the sky and appeared in Zilong's sight.

The black and shiny body, the streamlined body, the two pairs of sacred and wide white wings, and the intimidating yellow pupils, who else can be there besides the overlord monster, the white-feathered flying leopard in the dala.

Looking at the sudden appearance of the white-feathered flying leopard, Zilong was still a little frightened at first. After all, the white-feathered flying leopard wanted his life before.

But after he roared at Zilong a few times, the ghost in the black ring came and explained to Zilong:

"It said it didn't want to owe you favors, it wanted to give you a ride."

Zilong was stunned when he heard the sound, thinking, is this white-feathered flying leopard quite particular?

But when Zilong waved his hand, he said, "Well, let's figure it out, no one owe anyone, you should rest, I can..."

Before Zilong finished speaking, the white-feathered Flying Leopard came to Zilong's side. It held Zilong's clothes with one mouthful and tore the clothes that Zilong had just seized in the butt. The white-feathered Flying Leopard roughly threw Zilong on his back, and then forced Zilong to take off!
Chapter completed!