Longevity grass that escaped from the First Emperor's Mausoleum

Chapter 122

The shadow that covers the sky looks dull and heavy, like a black mountain suppressed, making Xiao Caomiao feel oppressed.

In his eyes, a black metal creature appeared.

The umbrella head of the person, the head is like a black umbrella gathered, and the facial features are vaguely dotted on the umbrella surface, which is very discordant.

This black metal life that looks vigorous looks like a seven or eight-year-old boy, with his upper body shirtless and a soft black grass skirt around his waist. Evergreen.

And Xiaocao Miao also felt a huge pressure from him.

As if facing a huge black metal mountain that is ten thousand feet high, he looks very small.

"Insight!"

[Race: Burial Clan]

[Remaining life: 1 million years]

[Boundary: Sensation]

[Ability: Devour Montenegro, unknown...]

"The Burial Clan?"

Xiaocao Miao opened her eyes wide, looking at the rough black metal boy in front of her, her heart was shocked.

Just the name of this race can reveal its awesomeness.

Moreover, this child is only seven or eight years old, and he has reached the sky-sensing realm, which is more terrifying than those giant-eyed creatures.

Compared with others, Xiaocao Miao is a scumbag!

"I actually picked up a legendary green plant?"

The black metal boy murmured to himself in disbelief: "If Grandpa finds out, he will be very excited!"

Stretching out his hands, the boy carefully held the grass seedlings.

However, a certain grass does not want to be trapped in a wolf's den!

There must be something more terrifying in this young man's family.

Maybe there is a supreme creature of the Giant Eye Clan, who is only a little worse than the Emperor.

At that time, I don't even know how I was served as a snack!
A certain grass didn't care about the pain in her feet at the moment, so she quickly got up from the ground, picked up the bone box, stepped forward with two hairs, tapped the ground in turn, and ran away!
"Sa..."

The bronzed grass seedlings turned over an undulating hill in the blink of an eye, and the black dust behind them rose high.

Ride the dust!
The metal boy was sluggish, looking at the back of Xiaocao Miao, with an incredulous expression on his face.

Grandpa once said that green life cannot move.

And you have to be careful with them.

What you think is a light force is a devastating blow to these green plants.

But at this moment, how can this little grass seem to be more tossing than me?

The little grass seedling ran far, far away...

He tried to escape, but found that the density of these black metal mountains was too high, and he couldn't melt into it at all.

He wanted to fly into the sky, but with a wooden bone box weighing hundreds of millions of weights on his head, it was difficult for him to run, let alone fly.

"Hahahaha..."

Moucao was panting heavily, and her movements became more and more difficult.

For the first time, he knew that his vajra power had a limit.

Sitting on the ground with one buttocks, the two leaves propped up behind her hands, Xiao Caomiao was dizzy.

His foot was already injured, and he was really tired after running so far.

but.

Ahead, on the horizon, a small figure resembling an ancient magic mountain, submerged in the dim halo of sunset, walked slowly.

Xiaocaomiao's heart trembled, and she was so anxious that the liquid medicine was about to be squeezed out.

He counted all his means!

Apart from the relict wooden bone box and the curse of fate, I have no chance of winning in the face of a strange creature of the heaven-sensing realm.

The bone box is not under its own control and cannot actively kill the enemy.

Even Xiaocao Miao dare not use the curse of fate.

The opponent has a lifespan of [-] million years, and this black metal creature looks very tough. The difference in realm and strength between the two sides is too large. If you don't do anything to the opponent, you will have to cry to death.

For a moment, Xiao Cao Miao thought a lot.

Then, make a decision that you think is the wisest.

You can't run away.

Then...play dead!
"belch!"

The bronze-colored grass seedling suddenly straightened up, as if drinking poison, the eyes on the small head tried to open, as if frozen, not trembling, the mouth was wide open, maintaining this posture, and fell heavily to the ground !

The black metal boy approached and looked at the motionless, dead grass with a look of astonishment.

Could it be that my aura was too strong and scared this little plant to death?

The young man was suspicious, bent down, and pulled the grass seedling with his hands, but saw that the leaves were stiff, without any signs of life.

"It doesn't matter, take it back and talk about it first."

The young man carefully held a certain grass in the palm of his hand, looked at the white bone box next to it, and subconsciously picked it up.

"Good weight!"

He muttered, and his arms made a sound of metal rubbing against each other, just like the sound of human bones and joints.

……

Desolate mountains, evil mountains and black waters.

Across the continuous black metal mountains, Xiaocao Miao used his 360-degree viewing angle to see a black plain.

The desolate trumpet sounded for a long time, and the uniform roar of the tiger echoed between the heaven and the earth, accompanied by the swell of energy and blood like a wild dragon.

This is an ancient primitive tribe, with black stones as houses and huge rocks as altars. More than a dozen black metal men with rough faces are practicing shirtless under the setting sun.

They are all human bodies, but their heads are strange, square, bottles, cans, all kinds of things, as if they are not fully developed.

They roared loudly, holding black halberds, knives, and spears, and fought against each other. Their voices were like reckless dragons, shaking the sky, and they wanted to tear the sky.

Not far from them, there were several teenagers watching the battle.

Each of them has a strong physique, a firm face, and a very serious expression.

The boy who picked up the grass seedling was the youngest among this group of black metal beings.

As soon as he appeared on the top of the mountain, everyone in the tribe looked over.

One of the burly men thrust the black halberd into the ground with a sound, frowned and scolded: "Shanzhu, you didn't train your body well, and you sneaked out again. I think your skin is itchy!"

"brush!"

Xiaocao Miao's eyes blurred, she didn't see the big man's movements at all, she could only feel something rushing towards her.

When he reacted, the big man had already picked up the boy, facing his buttocks, the big black metal hand was about to cover it down.

However, the big man suddenly froze.

Looking at the small grass seedling in the young man's hand in a daze, he asked tremblingly, "Green plant?"

"Swipe!"

In an instant, the juvenile Umbrella Column was surrounded by a group of black metal clansmen.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the certain grass pretending to be dead in disbelief, just like seeing a legendary alien, the shock in their hearts was beyond words.

"Grandpa."

Umbrella suddenly yelled, and everyone immediately parted ways, letting an old man with a black gold walking stick walk to the front.

Xiaocao Miao, who played dead, was already very nervous surrounded by so many tyrannical creatures.

This time, the nerves tightened even more.

Because this old man is completely indistinguishable from a human being, and his head is no different from that of a normal person.

This shows that the other party has almost come to the end of the road of cultivation!

One's own life and death are all in the other's thought.

Although the old man was approachable and didn't show any power, Xiaocao Miao still felt an aura that made the starry sky tremble.

"There are really green plants in the world?"

The old man murmured, looking at the metal mountains of billions of miles.

The great mountain is endless, soaring into the sky, the mountain of the emperor, the peak of the emperor, rolling up and down, majestic and boundless.

However, this vast world is dead silent, dark and desolate, and black is the only theme.

The umbrella pillar picked up the grass seedling and handed it to the old man respectfully.

"Grandfather, this grass can change color, and it can run around like a girl. It's not slow..."

"what?"

All the clansmen looked at each other in blank dismay, staring blankly at a certain grass, almost dumbfounded.

The old man was also stunned, and then his face became extremely serious.

Because he saw the wooden bone box and felt the horror of this bone box.

"From today onwards, this grass is the sacred object of our funeral clan!"

The old man took the grass seedling and gave his instructions very solemnly.

(End of this chapter)