Longevity grass that escaped from the First Emperor's Mausoleum

Chapter 167 The Uncontrollable Magic Power of Desolation

The Divine Feather Emperor's comprehension of the magic power of the wild is really too mysterious, far beyond the scope of the special ability of ancient medicine.

Xiaocao Miao felt like her head was going to explode, her face was bloodshot, and she was furious.

His head was like an overinflated tire, swelled to the extreme, and then bulged, as if it would burst at any time.

However, Xiaocao Miao, who has experienced many life and death crises, is not flustered.

He is an extraordinary person, but a long-lived grass, with an unparalleled carrying capacity for the world.

Even, the mysterious lines on his body are engraved with the avenue of heaven and earth, which is very gorgeous.

Suddenly, the big lump on Xiao Cao Miao's head slowly squirmed, scurrying around like a bug, and began to swim around Xiao Cao Miao's whole body from top to bottom.

Wherever he passed, the lines on his body became more and more mysterious.

Suddenly, you can see traces like divine feathers, flying and fluttering, full of immortality.

And wherever this bug goes, which part of the grass body, it will be nourished, exuding the breath of the barren demon realm!
At the same time, light and rain all over the sky enveloped the earth.

The extremely rich longevity substance sublimates everything within a radius of ten thousand miles.

On the pure white wooden bone box, the cracked gaps are shrinking, and the whole body has become crystal clear, and the ferocious roaring liquid magic mist can almost be seen inside.

The Abandoned Healing Knife Overlord is evolving, transforming in an unknown direction. In a trance, a few pieces of divine feather runes floated on it, making this plant smell like a flying fairy.

The sky-reaching ginkgo tree is stretching its branches and leaves, and has finally entered the realm of making tools. The tree grows to a height of [-] meters, and a single leaf can cover the sky!

As for Xiaocao Miao, she was immersed in her own miraculous changes and couldn't wake up for a long time.

Birth and death are originally opposites.

The power of longevity and the magic power of barrenness, one brings infinite vitality to all living beings, while the other leads to the destruction of all living beings.

No matter how you look at it, the two forces cannot coexist.

But now, they are integrated into the little grass seedling, just like yin and yang, which can be transformed into each other without conflicting.

What was even more surprising was that when the little bugs swam up to the roots and touched the black spots eroded by the magic mist, they melted a bit of them.

Although, just a little bit, it made Xiaocao Miao feel excited.

The power of time actually has an effect on the magic fog!

Xiaocao Miao hastily activated the new ability "Magic Power of Desolation", which was acquired in a hurry, and hit the black sore on her feet in one go.

However, soon, he became discouraged...

The magic power of the wilderness depends on who uses it.

The revived deity contains some power of the Emperor of God Feather.

Just like being a godless person, using the magic power of desolation to help him repair the black sores on his feet, of course it has an effect.

However, if it is our little grass in the realm of refining gods, there is nothing we can do.

The difference is not that big in general.

Xiaocao Miao slowly opened her eyes, woke up from her practice, and murmured:
"Self Insight!"

[Race: Eternal Grass (to be demonized)]

[Remaining life: ? ? ? 】

[Boundary: Early Stage of God Refining]

[Abilities: insight into everything... the magic curse of life, the supernatural power of burning life, the magic power of the wilderness, the magic of darkness (temporary ability)]

"It's finally done!"

The grass seedlings showed joy.

But in the next moment, his complexion changed drastically, as if he had eaten something he couldn't digest, he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to die.

"vomit……"

A certain grass vomited wildly while clutching the straw.

The Shidan scum that he had just swallowed was tossing in his stomach like a sea, and he couldn't digest it at all.

If it weren't for his cultivated stomach, which is as hard as a diamond, it would have been pierced by Shidan scum long ago.

"Vajra divine power!"

Xiaocao Miao shouted loudly, her whole body turned bronze, became dull and thick, even her internal organs and blood were coagulated, which made her feel better.

With a movement of viscera, click bang click bang, the stone scum was completely crushed into dust.

Then, Xiao Caomiao's stomach wriggled like a martial arts master, squeezing the scum up with internal strength, and spit it out from his mouth, spraying it far away.

And his swollen straw also returned to its normal state visible to the naked eye.

"Cough cough cough..."

Xiaocao Miao couldn't help but coughed a few times before recovering.

He almost turned into a grass choked to death by ashes.

"Ouch..."

The little milk tiger has successfully entered the realm of making tools, but it still looks like a chubby man, and hasn't grown up at all.

He was climbing on the coffin wall and looking at the grass seedlings, with timidity in his eyes.

Because, just now, a terrifying and strange power appeared on the longevity grass, like a walking restricted area of ​​life, exuding the power of time to plunder all vitality!

Fortunately, the emperor's coffin can block this power.

Otherwise, the big forest at this moment would not be able to grow any grass, and everything would wither, heading towards the end.

Xiao Caomiao's brows frowned all of a sudden.

Run the magic power of the wilderness to spread the strange power to the direction, and use spiritual consciousness to carefully control the expansion range.

However, this power of time is difficult to control, and it does not depend on Cao's will.

It directly expands to all directions, covering the sky and the earth, without any dead ends.

A certain grass wants the power of time to follow her own consciousness, bypass the little milk tiger, and not hurt her little friend.

However, he found that the tyrannical mental power he was proud of could only activate a little bit of the magic power of the wilderness.

Even if the brain's thinking is running to the extreme, causing huge waves in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the golden god lake evaporates violently, it is still impossible to perfectly control the magic power of the desert and bypass the little milk tiger.

"Ugh..."

The little guy felt the strange power coming towards him in a twist and turn, his face was frightened, he wailed, and then ran away.

After running for thousands of miles, he ran to the outermost coffin of the nine-fold coffin, only to look back at the everlasting grass with lingering fear.

"Damn!"

Xiaocaomiao's face was a little ugly.

The ideal is very happy, but the reality is very skinny. If you can't control the Demon Territory of Desolation, you can only spread it in all directions like a radar, and all the creatures in the restricted area will die!
In the end, only myself was left, facing the dusk alone.

"Brother God, you should also be able to release the Demon Realm of Desolation. Is there a way to cover a radius of [-] miles, but only release it on the enemy without accidentally injuring your own people?"

Xiaocao Miao sent a mental wave to the coffin.

The pure white coffin of the little emperor trembled slightly, and a wave of fluctuation was sent back.

As a god, he can indeed precisely control the power of the demon realm when he is awake.

However, he couldn't stay awake all the time.

Unless Xiaocao Miao does nothing, just stay in the coffin, treat himself like a cow, and continue to infuse him with energy.

This is simply not realistic.

After answering, the god fell into a deep sleep again.

Every time he recovers, he needs to consume a huge amount of energy. In this world, apart from the emperor, only evergreen grass can afford to support him.

This time, Xiaocaomiao's dream of life restricted zone was completely shattered.

Unless, his mental power becomes hundreds or even thousands of times stronger, reaching the level where one thought can reach the eight wilds, then he can probably perfectly control the magic power of the wild.

(End of this chapter)