Longevity grass that escaped from the First Emperor's Mausoleum

Chapter 124 Grass-sama, accept the supernatural powers
The burial soil is the soil that plants most desire to obtain.

But no one knows where to find this kind of soil, only heard in legends.

Every plant of ancient medicine spends its whole life on the road to find this kind of soil.

As long as you get the burial soil, you don't need to worry about "nutrients" from now on, and you don't need to find any geomantic treasures, as long as you can grow with peace of mind.

Such a small pot of burial soil is enough to completely bury the roots of the grass seedlings.

The black-purple particles are as uniform as fine sand, exuding a misty color mist.

Indistinctly, an incomparably majestic chanting sound, like the sound of the sky, echoed among these particles.

The moment the grass seedling took root, black and purple Taoist lotus danced in the soil immediately. They were crystal clear, as if they contained the principles of the universe, and they were continuously integrated into his body along with the sound of chanting sutras.

For a moment, a certain grass fell into a magical state.

I just feel that the sky is no longer high, and the road is no longer far away.

I seem to be standing on the shoulders of an emperor, comprehending his wisdom and Dao fruit.

This is an unimaginable experience, only a little worse than experiencing the power of the emperor in the incarnation of the remnant wood.

Moreover, the smell of the burial earth has a hint of the smell of the incarnation of the remnant wood. If the grass seedlings hadn't been integrated into the incarnation, they really wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

"Master Grass, I can sense your mental fluctuations. As a psychic green plant, it can still run around on the ground. It is the greatest miracle I have ever seen in my life."

The old chief was amazed at the young grass seedlings that could not come out of the soil pot.

"What's the relationship between you and the incarnation of Remaining Wood?" The grass seedling was stuck in the pot, swaying gently and sending out mental fluctuations.

"He is the ancestor of our Zantian clan. He used to be a psychic iron tree and the first black metal life in the world." The old chief said.

"What?" Xiao Caomiao was stunned, "Ancient relics are black metal life?"

"Yes."

The old chief said seriously:
"From the beginning of ancient times, the land was full of ancient forests. Except for this small ravine, there was no black metal mountain range in the world. Our ancestors were trapped in this tiny place and could not leave, because once they were far away from the Black Mountain, their spiritual consciousness would be suppressed. , become dead."

After a pause, the old chief sighed and said:
"With great perseverance and great wisdom, the old man changed his life structure, transformed into a new body from the iron tree, and became the most ordinary green plant, and then started to practice again, and condensed a flawless human body. The bondage of Montenegro."

"As for the soil where you take root, it is actually the body of the iron tree left over from your ancestors after they transformed into green plants. The granular matter formed by the disintegration of the years, the ancestors took out part of it, and we don't know who it was given to. It's the soil that's left."

The old chief looked at the mysterious lines on Xiaocao Miao's body, and the more he looked at it, the more amazed he became.

This is the most beautiful work of art he has ever seen, comparable to the emperor's symbol engraved on the bone box.

"The ancient remnant wood is really amazing and beautiful, and it is the best in all ages." Xiao Caomiao sighed, feeling ashamed.

"Lord Cao, the ancestors are willing to bring you back, so we will naturally do our best to help you. Are you the legendary ancient medicine?" the old chief asked.

"This..." Xiao Cao Miao's heart tightened.

The matter of being an everlasting grass must not be exposed.

Unless, these black metal beings are not greedy for their own bodies!

Or, my own roots, liquid medicine, and fragrance are not attractive to them, let alone have no effect, so Xiaocao Miao dared to confess her details.

If you persecute yourself, you won't get any benefits, and these creatures of the Burial Sky Clan will naturally not embarrass themselves.

After all, there is still the relationship between the ancient relics.

Swipe to the side of the wooden bone box, which is the only amulet of a certain grass.

Then, Xiaocao Miao carefully opened her pores.

A ray of rich fragrance wafts among the black mountains and bad waters.

But the next moment...

"vomit!"

Even the old chief, all the black metal beings vomited violently, as if a cat smelled durian and reacted violently.

"..." The corners of Xiaocaomiao's eyes twitched, and her heart was hit hard.

Some people actually dislike the smell of longevity grass?

This is simply the biggest joke in the world!

"Master Grass, please forgive me, quickly withdraw your supernatural powers..."

A very sturdy black metal man almost spit out his bile, begging for mercy in pain.

Closing the pores, astringing the fragrance, Moucao's complexion is a bit unsightly.

Could it be that you really don't smell good?
"hetui~"

Xiao Caomiao spit on Ye Zi's hand, and tasted it suspiciously.

It's still the same smell, my saliva is very fragrant, it hasn't changed.

It took a long time for this group of black metal beings to recover, and the eyes they looked at Xiaocao Miao changed, with faint fear.

A fresh long-lived grass whisker was pulled out by a small grass seedling.

"Whoever tastes my roots, after eating, you will know my identity."

"boom!"

The funeral clan members under the altar scattered and hid in their own rooms, as if seeing a plague god.

At the scene, only the old chief and the umbrella pillar were left.

Both of them took a few steps back subconsciously so as not to get too close to the whiskers.

"Master Changshengcao, this joke is not allowed."

Suddenly, the old chief revealed Xiaocaomiao's identity.

"How do you know I'm an everlasting grass?" Qin Changge gripped the wooden bone box tightly, extremely nervous.

The old chief smiled and said: "In the last years of ancient times, the ancestors came back once, leaving behind methods for us to leave the endless Black Mountain. These methods can also take the road of God. The first method is to be like the ancestors, Take off the old shell and transform into a new tire."

"As for the second method, it is to follow the longevity grass and use its long-growing substance to wash away certain things in our body, so that we can adapt to the external environment."

The old chief said affirmatively: "In the world, there is only longevity grass that can make us buried in the sky feel a strong sense of discomfort. Your fragrance contains longevity substances, which will make us very painful."

"It turned out to be like this..." Qin Changge murmured: "The incarnation of Remaining Wood sent me here, besides giving me benefits, did he also want me to help these funeral clansmen and leave Montenegro?"

After thinking about it, Xiaocao Miao made a gesture to leave, holding the burial earth basin in his left hand and the wooden bone box in his right hand, and asked mentally:

"Do you want to leave Endless Black Mountain? You can go without me. My friends are still waiting for me."

"Lord Evergreen Grass, wait a minute, let me ask the opinions of the clansmen."

The old chief hurriedly finished speaking, and began to worry about his clansmen, and began to discuss.

……

In fact, the two roads left by the Zongtian Clan in the form of the Remnant Wood are nothing to say.

These black metal beings do not have the great wisdom and perseverance of the ancient remnants at all.

How can it be so easy to change one's life form from metal to plant?

As for purifying oneself with the help of long-lived substances, that's even more nonsense.

Even if the everlasting grass is right in front of them, these black metal life forms can't bear the erosion of the everlasting matter at all.

They are black metal. If you wash away the metal elements in your body, can you still live?
That is equivalent to washing away the flesh and blood in the human body, wouldn't you just die?
Even if this process is slowed down and you can bear it, the pain of severing one's heart and burning one's internal organs can kill a person alive.

No one knows, to what extent is it purified?
Moreover, this kind of scouring will cause their realm to regress, and their cultivation base will be completely abolished. Even if their physique has been completely changed, they will have to practice again.

In the end, except for the youngest, Umbrella Zhu who yearns for the outside world, no one is willing to follow Xiaocaomiao away.

However, the Zantian clansmen are very considerate.

When the Umbrella Pillar leaves Endless Black Mountain, consciousness will be suppressed, become a dead thing, and completely lose consciousness, so that there will be no pain.

He only needs to ensure that his black metal body will not be destroyed or disabled, and he will always follow the everlasting grass, and one day he will transform successfully.

As a test product, the juvenile Umbrella Pillar, bearing the hope of the Zantian clansmen, took the grass seedlings and flew outside the endless Black Mountain.

(End of this chapter)