Longevity grass that escaped from the First Emperor's Mausoleum

Chapter 123 Stop Pretending, This Everlasting Grass Showdown

The sun was setting and the sky was completely dark.

The mountains are very cold at night, the black wind howls, and the iron coldness invades the earth.

In the stone house built of black rocks, there are air leaks everywhere, which makes the little grass seedling feel a little cold.

He was planted in a flower pot made of black gold. The surface of the pot was rough and carved with ugly ghost symbols.

The hearts of these black metal creatures are just too big.

He dug some black soil from the ground casually, and used it as soil for the grass seedlings.

This is the longevity grass. If it was replaced by other plants, it would have been poisoned by the black soil!
Even if it is a small grass seedling, it feels that its roots are hot and painful.

In particular, the wound on my foot has not healed yet, and if it is stained with black soil, it will feel like your skin is torn apart, and then sprinkle salt on your wound, it will feel really refreshing!
Must escape from here!

Otherwise, he must be completely disabled.

The little grass seedling thought in her heart, but she didn't dare to move in the flowerpot.

This funeral tribe has less than thirty members.

But each one is super strong.

Especially the old man and the chief, I am afraid that he is stronger than the supreme creatures of the Giant Eye Clan.

However, these members of the tribe have no blood relationship with each other.

Because everyone is born with it!
In this black mountain, after hundreds of millions of years of gestation and psychic psychic, self-awareness was generated, and was found by the old chief and brought back here.

Gradually, with more people, a primitive tribe was formed.

Every member here is self-disciplined, brave, and belligerent. Every day, besides looking for the pitch-black iron tree, hugging and gnawing wildly, after they are full, they start practicing martial arts with a lot of drinking and haha.

Of course, all the funeral clansmen, like umbrella pillars, have tried to go far away, wanting to leave this black mountain and see the outside world.

But there seems to be no end to Montenegro.

And the farther you go to the outside world, the more blurred everyone's consciousness is, the spirit is suppressed, and eventually they become a pile of dead iron in human form. Only when they return to Montenegro can they wake up.

Only the old chief, who can withstand the suppression of heaven and earth, can leave Endless Black Mountain for a short time.

However, according to the old man, the outside of the mountain is also a black world, desolate and dead, no different from here.

One hundred million years ago, when the old man walked outside the mountain, he could still see a trace of greenery hundreds of millions of miles away.

But at some point, the last touch of green in the world also disappeared.

The appearance of the grass seedlings brought a different color to these black metal lives, and even brought hope of life.

In the room, the boy Umbrella Zhu was lying on the stone bed, his breathing gradually became steady.

Since he was the one who found the grass seedlings, all the chiefs also handed over the "sacred objects" of the Zantian clan to him to take care of.

For black metal beings, falling into a deep sleep and shutting down their self-awareness is the best way of cultivation, and it is also the way to restore their physical strength.

Some clansmen sleep for tens of thousands of years, and the vicissitudes of life are just passing clouds.

Xiaocao Miao, who was in unbearable pain from being pierced by the black soil, heard the thunderous snoring of the umbrella pillar, and hurriedly opened the way to escape.

The two frowning roots struggled lightly, using the technique of flying into the sky, the whole medicine seedling jumped upwards, and soon broke free from the black soil.

A certain grass dare not fly in the air, because it makes a lot of noise when flying.

He could only land on the ground, step by step, step forward with his feet, and move forward on tiptoe like a thief.

Dilapidated stone houses with uneven ground.

A certain little short-legged tiptoe walked out of the momentum of crossing thousands of mountains and seas.

Floating slightly, Xiaocao Miao finally came to the door.

Stone houses stood tall on the pitch-black land, and the blood-colored bright moon hung high above the sky, shrouded in hazy black mist.

Suddenly, the little grass seedling who just went out saw a dark cloud that covered the moonlight and swept over his head, almost cutting off his head on the straw.

"Boom! Boom!"

The ground was shaking, and the sound of walking gradually faded away.

A big black metal man, like sleepwalking, went straight to the toilet outside the tribe.

Xiaocaomiao's heart was pounding, and she touched her little head with lingering fear, still...

It's all at the door, and he will never go back.

The little Yaomiao stooped, and ran out of the tribe along the dark corner of the wall and the ravine on the ground.

Walking along the corner of the house, he turned a corner.

"boom!"

A certain drug felt that he had bumped into something, and raised his eyes subconsciously...

What a huge face.

Covered with thick black hair, two round eyes are slowly opening.

It's a black metal wolfhound!

This endless black mountain can breed intelligent life like Umbrella Pillar, and naturally it can also breed other creatures with low intelligence.

The black dog was full of astonishment at first, because it could feel that the grass was watching him.

However, in the blink of an eye, its expression became terrified, as if it had seen a ghost.

A walking grass?

"Wang!!!"

The terrified barking of dogs was extremely terrifying, resounding through the empty and dark night sky.

"Sa!"

Xiaocao Miao was so frightened that her soul would leave her body, she had no time to think about it, so she quickly turned into a gust of wind and returned to the stone house on the umbrella pillar.

And the moment he disappeared.

On the roof, at the gate of the tribe, in all directions, it has been completely sealed off by the densely packed Zantian tribe. These guys have cold faces, fucking guys, and murderous intent.

This formation...

This reaction...

in the stone house.

Umbrella woke up with a dazed expression, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and was awakened by the barking of the dog.

When he came outside the house, he looked puzzled at the clansmen who stayed up most of the night.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, it's just a false alarm, go to sleep."

"Oh……"

Umbrella Zhu responded, looked at the young grass seedlings in the flower pot, fell asleep without thinking too much.

in the basin.

Xiaocao Miao stood blankly, maintaining the posture during the day, and made sure that the umbrella column was asleep, so she used the leaves to plan the black soil in the planing basin, and buried the half of her roots that were exposed outside...

The next day.

The scare last night made Xiaocao Miao worry until the middle of the night, she couldn't help but shut down her consciousness, and fell asleep for a while.

When he opened his eyes, Umbrella was watching him.

"No, could it be that Uncle and the others moved the flowerpot?"

The young boy stared at the black soil in the basin, which was as flat as a tabletop, with very uniform particles, and couldn't help showing doubts.

"I used a shovel to put soil into the pot yesterday, it's obviously not so smooth."

Umbrella Zhu muttered, picked up the flower pot and walked out of the stone house.

It is rare for the clansmen not to practice today, and they all gathered under the boulder altar, and the atmosphere was very serious.

This scene made Xiaocao Miao mutter in her heart, could it be that she found out her identity as a long-lived grass and wanted to kill herself for dinner?

However, these funeral clans only eat those black iron trees, iron flowers, iron fruits, etc., and sparks fly when they bite.

They are completely different life systems from green plants.

Everlasting grass has miraculous effects on animals, plants, and humans, but it may not have an effect on these metal bumps.

It was placed high on the altar, facing the cold wind.

After a while, the old chieftain appeared.

Respectfully holding the remnant wood and stone box in his hand, placed it at the same height as the grass seedling, and shouted: "Kowtow to the ancestors!"

boom!
All the black metal beings bowed down in unison, with an aura that shocked the world.

"This……"

Xiao Cao Miao was stupid.

Are the ancient remnants the ancestors of these black metal lives?

Moucao's thoughts were confused, some couldn't get around, and couldn't figure out the reason at all.

However, he had a vague feeling that there must be a reason for the incarnation of the Remains Wood to bring him so far away.

"Burial heaven and earth!"

The next loud shout from the chieftain made Xiao Caomiao so shocked that his head almost fell off.

A small pot of Ruiguang surging, Baoxia's gorgeous black-purple soil was brought up.

It contained the majestic essence of heaven and earth, the celestial light of the sun and the moon, and a mysterious energy that made Xiao Caomiao lose her mind on the spot.

He kicked the rooted black gold flower pot, and threw himself on the burial soil, wishing he could bury himself completely in the soil.

Stop pretending, showdown, I am a grass that can walk and emit mental fluctuations!

(End of this chapter)