Longevity grass that escaped from the First Emperor's Mausoleum

Chapter 168 No matter how strong you are, it is better to spit out the herbal medicine

After appeasing the little milk tiger, and playing with him on the little sparrow's dragon mountain for a long time, the little grass seedling returned to the big forest, ready to continue practicing.

But he suddenly discovered that there were a few feather-like traces on the leaf surface of the Abandoned Healing Knife Overlord, which looked rather miraculous.

"Insight!"

[Race: Abandoned Healing Knife Overlord Medicine King]

[Remaining life: 208W years]

[Boundary: Builder (1/72000)]

[Abilities: Abandoning Healing, Sharpness of the Blade, Heaven-Slashing Sword Technique, Power of True Gang, Power of Controlling Famine]

"The power to control the famine?"

Xiaocao Miao was stunned, isn't this the primary version of the magic power of the wilderness?
How could this guy get the special ability that he had worked so hard to acquire without making any noise?
Stretching out Ye Zi's hand, Xiaocao Miao grabbed the discarded medicine and let it fall to the ground with a thud, blood flowed profusely from the fork of the leaf.

In the next moment, a weak force of plundering vitality emanated from the abandonment medicine, causing the plants within ten meters around it to wither slowly and wither.

However, the speed of plundering vitality is very slow.

Compared with the real magic power of the wilderness, the gap is not so big.

But it's also scary enough.

In time, maybe the abandoned medicine will become another "ancient medicine of the wilderness".

Moreover, it has much more special abilities than ancient medicine, and when it enters the realm of Gantian, its combat power should be comparable to that of ancient medicine in its heyday.

After thinking about it, the little grass seedling was like a melon child, regardless of the struggle of the discarded medicine, grabbed its blade, directly uprooted the medicine, flew to the coffin, where the ancient medicine of the demon realm took root, and threw it away. Down.

Just now, he was waving the blade desperately, trying to chop off the discarded medicine of the grass seedlings, but as soon as he came here, he became quiet in an instant.

Just a few words out of the mouth, let me say:
"It's so fragrant!"

"Cultivate hard. When you can run away, brother will take you to learn alchemy, and let you have two or two blood every day, so that you can taste the taste of alchemy and eat yourself." Xiao Caomiao sent out a mental wave.

"..." Abandoned Medicine curled up, as if encountering a big devil, full of vigilance.

After teasing it, the grass seedling flew out of the coffin and returned to the forest.

First wrap the remnant wooden bone box with the roots, and then bury your own roots with the burial soil, and then start the cultivation of the realm of refining the gods.

This realm is actually cultivating spiritual power and condensing the soul.

After the visualization exercise in the tool-making stage, even creatures with low intelligence will greatly improve their spiritual power, such as the bright moon shining on the river, and their mood and wisdom are far beyond ordinary people.

Especially after entering the realm of refining gods, one's temperament will change greatly, giving others the illusion of a vast spirit and a stalwart soul.

If a low-level person stands with a master of alchemy, he will feel the taste of his spirit being burned.

Concentrating the soul focuses on visualization and condensing spiritual power.

You can visualize your own body organs, but facing a [-]-meter mountain and a fiery red sun, it is almost impossible to fully present them in your mind.

The human spirit is limited, the bigger the thing, the harder it is to imagine.

In the end, only abstract pictures can appear in your mind, and you cannot imagine how those specific details outline a mountain.

Xiaocao Miao was thinking, and first condensed an abstract self in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Then, slowly outline and perfect the details without any mistakes, otherwise it will be a thousand miles away.

Especially the eyes and demeanor, if you make a mistake, it will affect you.

If you have a wicked soul, where can your character be noble?
In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

Spiritual cultivation is really exhausting. Even if the sea of ​​consciousness is supported by the golden god lake, Xiaocao Miao has to rest frequently, so as not to make himself stupid.

The most important thing is that he still can't let go of the obsession with establishing a restricted area of ​​life. He always thinks about this matter in his heart, and he is almost dazed.

"Boom!"

In the distance, many masters of the Mantis Shrimp Clan are working together with all their strength to carry an uprooted Thousand Li Longshan to the outside of the territory.

Then, these masters bowed respectfully, lowered their heads, faced the big forest and retreated a long way before turning around and leaving. The etiquette is enough.

Only Xia Xiaofan was left next to Longshan, and continued to kneel, looking eagerly at Longshan who had already occupied several good positions.

Then, he looked up at the Feilong Mountain carved by himself. The dragon could see its head but not its tail, as if it was soaring in the clouds.

However, this appearance seems a bit ugly...

It's far from being as natural as Longshan, which was naturally bred by others. It is lifelike and looks fresh, as if it will be resurrected at any time.

Especially the majestic Dragon Mountain in the center, which exudes ripples like ripples, swallows clouds and mist, and absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon.

Inside the opened dragon's mouth, a cloud of aura swirls like a vortex, and the whole body is full of wild beast-like aura.

"hiss……"

Xia Xiaofan took a deep breath and couldn't help wanting to kneel down.

Because, he felt a terrible coercion, like facing a living giant dragon, the kind that can move and fly!
In the forest, Bolonghuang Falcon raised his head, very satisfied with the Longshan he moved.

"Where did you get this thing?"

Xiaocao Miao was also a little startled, this is really a living stone dragon!
Like black metal beings, after hundreds of millions of years of gestation, they gradually channeled psychics and learned to practice.

It's just that this dragon's self-awareness has not yet been perfected, and its intelligence is not high. Like domestic cats and dogs, its development potential is limited, and it is impossible to be smarter than adults, otherwise it would have flown away long ago.

Huang Falcon said triumphantly: "This is stolen from my grandfather's house. When it is fully developed in the future, it will be my Huang Falcon's mount!"

"Your grandfather?" Xiaocaomiao was stunned, unable to turn her head around.

Today, everyone is very familiar with each other, and Bolonghuang Falcon does not intend to hide his details anymore.

"My father is the first generation of Emperor Falcon, who rose against the sky in ancient times. He broke into the real dragon's nest alone, bathed in dragon blood, and emerged from the blood. The blood evolved and became a dragon-fighting creature. My mother is a naturally bred stone falcon. She admires me For hundreds of millions of years, my father tricked my father into a small black room, and then gave birth to me."

The Emperor Falcon hugged its wings, its head was almost up to the sky, and said with a high air: "This Emperor Falcon contains two invincible bloodlines, Bolong and Shiling, and it is destined to be invincible in the world in the future! Xiaocao, follow this Emperor Falcon Let's go, I'll guarantee you delicious food and spicy food!"

"Son, you're bloated!" Xiaocao Miao opened the pores, hetui~ spit out a mouthful, submerging the world in the fragrance.

Immediately, Huang Falcon, who was so proud one second, became a licking dog in the next instant, his lungs were thundering, and he was breathing long-lived substances, extremely intoxicated.

"Little man, can't he cure you?" Xiaocaomiao's mouth curled up.

Even if you have the ability to dominate the world, it is not as good as the spit of Materia Medica!
(End of this chapter)