Chapter 360 I Want to Build a Garbage Recycling Plant

And such Mengmu is not sold by the number of roots, but by the number of feet!

One foot is a thousand medium-grade spiritual stones. If it is a ten-thousand-year-old Mengmu, the price is even more expensive, but more resources are invested.

According to rumors, the price of ten-thousand-year-old Mengmu is no longer measured by medium-grade spiritual stones, but by top-grade ones!

Many forces in this sea area have lost their inheritance because of Mengmu, and they are completely bankrupt. If they don’t have a family foundation that can support five thousand years, don’t even think about making spiritual stones.

The cultivation of Mengxu Bibao Tree requires not only several generations, but also more than just spiritual energy.

This sea area is close to the void, and it is filled with various auras that flow into the sea area from time to time.

It also absorbs the auras in it to grow, so there is no such wood growing in other places. The environment creates different creatures.

The spiritual medicines and spiritual trees in the big world do not grow one year after another, but they will grow only when the conditions and environment they need are met.

Just like the crane spirit tree in the small realm, if the concentration of spiritual energy is not enough, its age will be fixed and will no longer grow.

In short, if these Mengmu trees are not carefully cared for and a lot of resources are invested, they may die after growing for thousands of years.

Perhaps some Mengxu Bibao trees have a good growth environment and can live for ten thousand years, but they are rare.

According to rumors, there is an ancient family in the Mengmu Sea, named Mu Family.

The descendants of this family with wood spiritual roots are quite prosperous, and they can even cultivate Mengmu with secret methods, and their power is overwhelming.

Even the Nine Heavens Fairy Sound Array Plate dare not tell much about this ancient family, and usually only talk about some particularly large business dealings.

"Senior, that's about it, this is all I know."

Mo Fuyang's forehead was slightly sweaty. Fortunately, he listened to the news every day, otherwise it might be difficult for him to answer the questions asked by this senior.

"Well...Mengmu, Mu family."

Chen Xun was still writing with his head down, his eyes shining, "Then let's start from the garbage dump here, earning spirit stones without stealing or robbing, never shabby."

"Moo~"

The big black bull sat in the garbage dump, black and fat, as if he wanted to be one with the garbage dump.

Even from a distance, you might not be able to tell that there is a big black bull here.

Chen Xun suddenly sneered, and the big black bull looked at Chen Xun in confusion, what was he laughing at.

"Old Bull, I'm happy, let's open a garbage recycling plant!"

He looked around, domineering, this garbage dump like a mountain and a sea, all his territory, "First we rely on ourselves to start a business, and then go to Lichen Island to accumulate original spirit stones."

"Moo~~"

The big black bull's consciousness spread everywhere, and he waved his cow's palm lightly, and in an instant, several pieces of debris appeared in a garbage dump, which was quite convenient and efficient.

Chen Xun narrowed his eyes slightly. It was quite convenient to find such things with spiritual sense.

But he had been doing it himself, and the spiritual stones he earned were too few. If tens of thousands of people helped, it would be tens of thousands of such fragments in one breath.

He gradually looked at Mo Fuyang, and suddenly showed an inexplicable smile.

At this time, Mo Fuyang was looking at Da Hei Niu with envy.

He thought that if he had such strength, he didn't know how fast Taobao would be, and it would not be a problem to cultivate to the state of transformation.

But he forgot the basics. If he really had such strength, others would not come to such a place to see such a small profit, which was a pure waste of life.

At this time, on a small garbage mountain.

"Brother Xun, Brother Niu, Sister He and I found a rain fan magic weapon, and there was spiritual power fluctuation!"

"Brother, second brother, there are still many unwanted magic weapons."

Xiao Chi and Xiao He were extremely excited. They didn't mind the garbage dump at all, and even started to gesture with those broken magic weapons.

Xiao Chi's claws were digging everywhere, and he wanted to take a look at everything. He didn't even know what sticky stuff was stuck on his claws.

Xiao He smiled and hurried to help Xiao Chi clean up.

The latter's eyes were shining, and he had put a lot of things in his little lion head storage ring.

These things were the first batch of belongings of the Bei Ming Red Lion in the Taiyi World!

"Haha..."

"Moo~"

Chen Xun and the big black bull laughed out loud. These magic tools were useless. If they were used forcibly, they would even explode. The cost of repairing them might be the same as buying a new one.

"Xiao Chi."

"Brother Xun!"

"Find this metal called the Great Wilderness Black God Crystal. It's worth spirit stones."

Chen Xun tapped his fingers lightly, and a piece of debris instantly appeared in front of Xiao Chi, "Let's recycle this thing."

Roar!

Xiao Chi's flame light consciousness entangled and nodded heavily: "I understand, Brother Xun, look at me!"

Bang! Bang!

In an instant, a large amount of garbage rolled down, and Xiao Chi's body emitted a faint flame. His claws became sharper and sharper, and he paddled like a dog.

Pieces and pieces of various debris were dug out. Xiao He hurried to help, and branches stretched out from the garbage pile and kept searching.

"Moo~~"

The big black bull snorted and ran to the other side. It also wanted to find these debris, and it couldn't just let the third sister and fourth brother do it.

At the edge of the garbage dump, Chen Xun and Mo Fuyang were still standing there.

"Little friend, let's go together?"

"Senior, please, please first."

Mo Fuyang was still in a trance, and was instantly brought back to reality by Chen Xun's words, and his words were a little flustered.

They walked slowly at the edge of the garbage dump. There were few monks here, and most of them were in the center, quite far from the edge.

Those large amounts of garbage had just arrived not long ago, so it was easier to find valuable things.

Today's sun is very dazzling, and the sea breeze is gentle.

A figure in white walked in front, with a calm demeanor, and an honest and kind middle-aged man followed respectfully.

"My friend, I want to establish a garbage recycling plant. I wonder if you are willing to work for me?"

"Senior? I have no talent or ability..."

"Strength can be improved slowly. Besides, we are just collecting garbage, not grabbing other people's resources, and not infringing on other people's interests."

Chen Xun walked slowly in front with a smile on his face, "You are shopping on Taobao alone, and we are also shopping together, right?"

He suddenly stopped and looked into the distance: "Why don't we make this industry bigger and stronger together? That is also a good thing that benefits the environment of the cultivation world."

Mo Fuyang slowly looked at the dazzling back and said in a deep voice: "Senior, you are so powerful. ..There is really no need to follow us. "

"Even Wu Ming only collects Xuan Wei Tian's garbage, they still look down on this industry."

"In my heart, as long as the immortal cultivators are not evil, there is no high or low, only the position. In this big world, no one can stop the immortal cultivators' future."

Chen Xun spoke calmly, slightly tilting his head, "Since my friend has chosen this bumpy road, it is natural that he is unwilling to accept his own fate and is willing to make a final fight."

"Since you are a person with a firm heart of Tao, I can pretend that I didn't hear these words just now."

After he finished speaking, he walked slowly again, his whole body was full of stories, exuding an inexplicable aura.

One word shocked people.

Mo Fuyang trembled slightly, and followed Chen Xun closely. He had never been willing to his fate, and never been willing to accept his five-element inferior spiritual roots.

He had worked as a handyman in the Immortal Pavilion and had entered a sect to seek immortality, but he was born in a humble family, had limited qualifications, and had limited resources...

Most of his fellow Taoists could only reach the Jindan stage, and then completely passed away and lost contact.

Some of the voices and smiles of those former friends gradually disappeared in memory.

Taobao people are regarded as shame and objects of ridicule by many immortal cultivators.

Even Jindan cultivators with five lower-grade spiritual roots would rather pass away than come here.

This identity is the lowest of the lowest in the entire world, a level that cannot be obtained by killing people and robbing treasures, which is a huge joke.

But Mo Fuyang still walked out and reached the Yuanying stage.

Even if he has nothing now, his Tao heart is still firm, and he believes that he can continue to go on...