Shepherding Humanity (Nurturing Humanity)

In the real world, each research institute, seeing this kind of situation suddenly broke out, all wanted the red-name players under their hands to contact that Taoist.

After all, this one is probably our ancestor.

the other side.

Mengmei's whole body was agitated, and everyone reminded them that they understood the possibility.

"I got rich?"

She went online quickly.

In the vast palace around, one by one ancient beings turned to look at her again, "Why do you wake up now?"

Her eyes brightened and she didn't know how to communicate, but she immediately had a serious face. She sat on the futon and folded her fists to apologize to everyone, with the attitude of a humble disciple asking for advice, extremely serious.

The gods next to her were slightly annoyed, but they didn't say anything else when they saw her settle down.

Instead, it was above the sky, and after a while of silence, seeing that the people were all ready, Daojun spoke again:

"Hunyuan, gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, gather in one place, can condense the fruit of the Tao"

All the ancient beings sitting on the futon listened carefully and were so fascinated that they could not wait to prick up their ears. Only Mengmei was deserting because she couldn't understand at all.

Mengmei collapsed a little and muttered, "It's a new language, hardcore. It seems that to play this game, you have to learn multiple languages."

I don't know how long this sermon will take.

Wouldn't it really be like those ancient myths, a sermon would take hundreds or thousands of years?

She felt numb, I won't die in front of these big guys, right?

She couldn't help but make up her mind silently. As time passed, she became a pile of dead bones and vines. The big guys around were still listening with relish. Maybe when she heard the excitement, she grabbed her dead vine corpse and picked up her teeth.

Oh my gosh, this is horrible!

She said she couldn't stand it, but she could only sit cross-legged and meditate obediently, squinting her eyes a lot around her, "There is really nothing to do, I can only be a scenic party."

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Soon, a large number of screenshots of fifteen ancient existences were sent outside.

"Received information from fifteen NPCs! The Intelligence Department is running! Crowdfunding Goldfinger is starting!"

"Psychologists, physiognomy, fast analysis!"

A group of people began to analyze, to see which one can get close and which one is the good guy.

Qiu Mingshan's speed probably heard the wind, so he came out to join in the fun: "Hehe, I personally think that the nine suns are the first to be eliminated! You must not chat with them. Look, although the divine bird is enveloped in golden light, But I still see that these few golden crows are not small, they must have dissolute temperaments, and in order to protect herself, Mengmei must not be the same."

The crowd was stunned.

That's the sun, can your brain circuit be normal? Usually the eyes are not so good, but now the eyes are suddenly so sharp? Where to look? The hazy divine bird in a ball of fire can see so clearly.

Everyone discussed it. It seems that the thirteen ancient gods of heaven and earth are very difficult to mess with. It seems that there is only the moon. They seem to have a gentle personality.

Of course, the best one to strike up a conversation with is the green lotus, after all, it is of the same clan.

And the furry human race is not easy to strike up a conversation in the past, after all, it is a vine now.

Defenses can not do without.

After everyone analyzed it, Mengmei didn't know whether what she said was true or not. Anyway, everyone said it seemed to make sense, and it was considered to pass the boring preaching time.

She has little experience in life, and is now a little girl in her early twenties. She was kicked out after studying botany in the wizarding world. She was intrigued by these ancient existences who seemed to be old fritters, and she was a little scared.

"Why does it feel like those women's frequent texts, silly and sweet women traveled through the world of Xianxia, ​​and then the overbearing president came out, and came up with a sentence: This woman is so damn sweet, she madly protects the heroine and resists the heavenly court"

She shook her head, looked at the big guys around, and saw that he looked like a domineering president, full of mind wandering.

After an unknown amount of time, the Daoist in the sky finished speaking and began to leave.

Each stood up.

"Qinglian, take care of your fellow clan and teach the language." A faint voice came from the Lingtian Palace.

After a voice finished speaking, there was no more sound.

Qinglian grabbed Mengmei, put it on her shoulders, and took it straight away.

Mengmei was very surprised, and couldn't help but whispered: "This dear brother also has legs, and the rhizome's walking posture is not recognized by six relatives. It has the demeanor of us serious plants."

Three months have passed.

Mengmei is a top student after all. She is proficient in several languages ​​and has learned most of the commonly used languages.

Qinglian also successfully transformed, occupying the body of a young man, with black hair and black pupils, and a long black hair shawl, very beautiful, and asked, "What's your name?"

Mengmei thought about it for a while, and said crisply: "I should have my own name. From today, my name will be Qingteng, and my nickname will be Gao Shu."

Qinglian is a very rigid plant. After occupying the human body, it has been sitting in the courtyard of the heaven, sitting cross-legged, watching the colorful gods flying in the sky from time to time, and began to practice.

Qinglian said calmly: "I don't know how you have the wisdom, but you are the only monster other than me, and you should cultivate too. For our monsters to cultivate, we must first occupy the human body."

"The body is hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness, continuous cultivation, and the space of the sea of ​​consciousness is constantly enriched, which can nourish our body and become stronger."

"Is this the transformation?"

Qingteng Mengmei was a little surprised.

After another half month, she became familiar with the language of this world, and Dao Jun ordered her to visit Lingtian Palace.

In Lingtian Palace, a slender woman with a hazy figure sat slowly on the throne.

Phoenix Daojun asked calmly: "You have learned the language of this world, I have something to ask you, what ability do you have?"

Mengmei was stunned. Facing this ancient existence, she knew that she was the one who pioneered the world and created these ancient gods. She didn't hide it. After all, she gave her a futon.

So, she explained it truthfully.

"So, is that so?"

Daojun Phoenix was silent, and suddenly an inexplicable emotion in his heart expanded inexplicably, "I have been thinking, I have been thinking, what method should I use to gather the energy between heaven and earth, I am not Ermin, there are alchemy formations all over the world, and The summoning of Medusa's dead cannot restrain the energy of heaven and earth, but the last link of this tree is now completely filled!"

This tree can not only suck the energy of heaven and earth and bear fruit, but also let her experience the miserable state of being buried alive and unable to move.

Phoenix pondered for a while, and said, "When the heavens and the earth first opened, all the gods in the world have their duties, nourishing the entire mortal world, and you should also have a priesthood in your body."

Mengmei was stunned.

Phoenix stood up, waved his big hand, and his voice resounded throughout the heavens, "From now on, the ancient god Qingteng is the mother of the earth! In charge of the spring ploughing of the earth, it should be like a tree, standing between heaven and earth."

"This tree runs through the worlds of heaven and man, communicates between heaven and earth, and serves as a bridge between man and god!"

"This wood absorbs the souls of the dead, sucks the energy of this piece of heaven and earth, and bears the fruit of heaven and earth!"

Mengmei was stunned and couldn't help but whispered: "Then you let me stand between heaven and earth, can I walk?"

"Your roots are all over the mortal earth, and your body supports the whole world, absorbs the energy of the dead in the mortal world, and results in the celestial world, so as to run the world." The Phoenix Emperor said calmly, "You cannot move."

"You are not allowed to leave without permission." She gently separated Mengmei's body, and a strange flame imprint formed. "This is a divine imprint. If you violate it, the flame will burn and your soul will fly away."

Is this a sign of life and death?

Mengmei's face became slightly stiff.

Why don't other ancient gods have this thing on my forehead?

I'm so honest, why don't you believe me.

Three months later, she watched as she continued to grow. Her own population, a new generation of vines, kept taking root on the body, twisting and circling together, gradually becoming sturdy and able to rise continuously.

She was expressionless and even went out for a dinner.

Another ten years.

She found that she was growing, and she had gradually reached the sky, reaching the height of the mortal world, and began to fill the holes in the entire sky.

She looked calmer, went out to watch dramas, and even opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of drinks.

Another fifty years.

She went online again, standing upright, growing to the heavens, countless ancient gods, all playing on her body, one after another, colorful clouds, surrounded by the vast and endless body, beautiful.

She started going offline, taking a shower, turning off the lights, and sleeping.

The first hundred years.

She opened her eyes again and found that her huge canopy was supporting the sky at the top of the heaven, and the roots of the tree were rooted in the bottom of the earth.

At this time, her entire torso could no longer be moved, and even her torso had become a spiral passage that penetrated the worlds of heaven and man, and people kept going up and down the tree trunk.

"You did a good job." Qinglian sat cross-legged on her tree trunk, with a serious expression on her face, "Qingteng, you are the most important ancient god in the world besides the sun god."

"What kind of a serious plant is a plant that doesn't move?" At this moment, she finally burst into tears, looking at the people on her body, walking up and down the circular ladder.

The Ancient God records:

[Before the Western Era, there was wood, covering the heaven and earth, bearing the sky but not falling, sucking the spirit of all things and condensing it into the fruit of heaven and earth, its leaves are like Luo, its wood is like a scorpion, it is called Jianmu]