Perfect World: Rebirth of a Grass, Accompanied by a Willow God

After doing all this, the green leaves on the Shenvine swayed for a while, then slowly shrank, turning into a vine again.

But at this moment, the huge humanoid creature in the void has turned into ashes and completely disappeared in this world.

But at this moment, the old Ji Ling's whole body emitted a bright light, as did his roots, which spread directly in all directions.

Not long after, under the magical power of the old Jiling, the countless huge cracks in the Butian Pavilion began to gradually repair, and even the eight or nine spiritual mountains that had fallen into the endless abyss resurfaced.

Even the collapsed palace was slowly erected, and then returned to its original state.

A moment later, the Butian Pavilion, which had been turned into ruins, was quickly restored to its original state under the action of the old Ji Ling. It was as if nothing had happened just now.

Such a method can be called a miracle. After seeing this scene, all the disciples of Butian Pavilion widened their eyes, their faces were filled with disbelief and horror.

"As expected of an old monster that survived from ancient times!"

On an attic, Lin Yang was dressed in white, looking at the Butian Pavilion that was gradually being restored, there was also a hint of wonder in his eyes.

Although in the Baiduan Mountains, his strength has undergone earth-shaking changes, but compared with this old monster that survived from ancient times, he is still far behind.

"The old Jiling is about to perish, and it seems that Butian Pavilion cannot be kept."

Looking in the direction of the Land of Worship, Lin Yang looked at the Butian Pavilion which had been restored to its original state, feeling a little complicated.

This ancient pure land could not be kept after all.

If you give him a certain amount of time, he may be able to turn the tide.

But now he obviously doesn't have such strength.

Even Xiao Budian's eyes widened, the expression on his face was almost petrified, he looked at the old Ji Ling in front of him, and he was more and more shocked by his strength in his heart.

He suddenly thought of what the old Ji Ling once told him, saying that his time is numbered and he is already as good as the end.

However, at this moment, he looked at the divine vine in front of him, thinking that he had fought against humanoid creatures just now, killed them forcefully, and then repaired the entire Butian Pavilion from the ruins.

Such a method can be said to be incomparably amazing.

He looked at the old Ji Ling in front of him, and felt a little unbelievable in his heart. Is this really a sick old vine that is about to die?

Speaking of which, he and Lao Jiling have known each other for a while, and when they get along with each other, Xiao Budian thinks that the other party is very kind, just like a kind old grandfather.

In his impression, the gourd vine has always looked peaceful and peaceful.

But the battle just now allowed him to see the other side of the divine vine offering sacrifices to the spirit. He didn't expect that there was such a violent side. He directly killed an unimaginable existence, and even ruthlessly refined the other party. Such a method, It was really terrifying.

Moreover, how could the gourd vine be so huge just now, so powerful that it could shake the earth? Could it be that it is its real body?

Looking at the old Jiling who had turned into a vine again at this moment, Xiao Budian was full of doubts and was very puzzled.

"Master Ji Ling, how do you feel?" Xiao BuDian rushed to the old Ji Ling and asked worriedly.

"I'm dying."

Hearing Xiao Budian's words, Lao Teng spoke slowly, with an indescribable fatigue in his words, as if the battle just now had also caused him to suffer heavy injuries.

"Master Ji Ling, I think you can at least live for more than a thousand years."

Hearing the old Ji Ling's words, the brat was a little unbelievable, so he whispered.

Thinking of the supreme supernatural power displayed by the old Ji Ling just now, he was extremely shocked. With such terrifying strength, it was hard for Xiao BuDian to believe that he was going to die.

"Strong on the outside, but decayed on the inside, it won't take long for me to sit down."

Seeing that the little boy didn't believe what he said, Lao Teng sighed softly, with a somewhat helpless tone.

His words seemed to be speaking to Xiaobudian, and he was also speaking to the high-level executives of Butian Pavilion who appeared outside, as if he had confessed his last words.

At this moment, the owner of the Butian Pavilion and several ancestors rushed to the place of offering sacrifices to the spirit, and stood silently by the side.

Hearing the old Jiling's words, the expressions of the Butian Pavilion executives also changed, with grief and helplessness in their hearts, and worries written all over their faces.

If the sacrificial spirit perishes, can Butian Pavilion survive forever?

For a long time, it has been protected by the spirit of worship, and Butian Pavilion can become one of the top forces in the wasteland.

If Ji Ling died, those powerful forces who had been staring at Butian Pavilion would probably attack Butian Pavilion in an instant and destroy this ancient pure land directly.

"Are you already transferring?" After a moment of silence, Ji Ling asked the senior officials of Butian Pavilion.

"Master Huijiling, it's already underway."

Hearing the old Jiling's words, the Pavilion Master responded respectfully with a sad face.

"Hurry up, I don't have much time, I can't last long."

The old Ji Ling explained to the old pavilion master in a solemn tone, and then it slowly fell silent without making any sound.

"In any case, Lord Jiling, please keep the god-seed. If it can regenerate in the future, I, Butian Pavilion, may be able to rise again with the god-seed, immortal, and you, my lord, can also be revived." A Butian Pavilion The old ancestor couldn't help but said sadly.

"Are you talking about it?"

Hearing his words, the old Ji Ling shook for a while.

On its body, a green-skinned gourd glows, surrounded by chaotic mist, which looks mysterious. This is the God Seed mentioned by the ancestor of Butian Pavilion.

"Thousands of years later, maybe there will be a similar vine, and it will no longer be me after all."

After a long time, after Ji Ling finished speaking, there was complete silence.

Seeing this scene, the pavilion master and several ancestors were greatly saddened, with tears falling from their eyes.

Ji Ling has been guarding from ancient times to the present, and has endless kindness to Butian Pavilion, but in the end they have to pass away like this, which makes them feel extremely painful, but they are powerless.

Chapter 298 Success!

Knowing that Ji Ling was about to perish, everyone present felt sad.

The significance of the old Jiling to Butian Pavilion is self-evident.

The old Jiling has been protecting the Butian Pavilion since ancient times, and has never left here.

For endless years, Butian Pavilion has encountered countless catastrophes, and at the critical moment, it was the old Jiling who rescued Butian Pavilion from danger.

It can be said that without the existence of the old Jiling, Butian Pavilion would have ceased to exist.

But now, the old Jiling is about to perish, and the senior officials of Butian Pavilion have no choice but to watch it gradually wither.

This made the senior leaders of Butian Pavilion present extremely uncomfortable and desperate.

At the same time, they can't see hope for the future fate of Butian Pavilion.

Once Ji Ling died, Butian Pavilion lost its protective umbrella, and it would be unable to fight against other top forces.

Maybe, this top power that once shocked the geniuses will disappear into the long river of history overnight.

"It's not just death, I've lived enough, you don't have to feel sorry for me." Looking at the sad faces of the people in Butian Pavilion, Lao Jiling said calmly.

Regarding life and death, the old Ji Ling was very open, not sad, and spoke calmly.

But he is like this, which makes people feel even more regrettable, and the senior officials of Butian Pavilion feel even more sad.

Old Ji Ling really lived too long.

At its peak, it was once a god who ignited a divine fire.

However, even the gods couldn't stand the ravages of time, and the divine fire was about to go out again.

In this endless river of history, I don't know how many strong people like Lao Jiling have been buried.

"Hey, if Lord Ji Ling hadn't been seriously injured in the battle of ancient times, and the root cause of his illness had fallen, he should be able to continue to live." The old pavilion master looked at the calm old Ji Ling in front of him, and couldn't help clenching his fists.The spirit of worship is about to perish, but as the owner of Butian Pavilion, he is powerless, watching the ancestor who has guarded Butian Pavilion for countless years go to perish, which naturally makes him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Is Master Ji Ling really hopeless?"

Hearing the conversation of a few people, the little one beside him also showed sadness.

Getting along with the old Ji Ling during this time, he can be regarded as full of good feelings for the old Ji Ling. Knowing that this kind senior is about to perish, he naturally feels uncomfortable.

"Okay, you all go to your own business and get ready as soon as possible, I can't take it for long." Old Ji Ling said calmly.

"Yes, Lord Jiling." Hearing this, all the senior officials of Butian Pavilion left the place of offering sacrifices respectfully.

"Little guy, let's go too, hurry up and improve your strength. With your talent, if you survive this catastrophe, you may be able to rebuild the Butian Pavilion in the future." Old Jiling looked at the little guy in front of him, his tone With a trace of relief.

During this period of time, he saw the talent of this little guy with his own eyes.

Perhaps, this little guy in front of him can really make Butian Pavilion reappear in the future.

After guarding Butian Pavilion for so many years, the old Jiling naturally has deep feelings.

He couldn't stop the destruction of Butian Pavilion, but he still hoped that someone would bring this power back to life in the future.

"I will try my best." The little boy felt a little uncomfortable, glanced at the old Jiling, and then directly left the place of offering sacrifices.

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At this moment, in the void tens of thousands of miles away from Butian Pavilion.

A huge ferocious bird was suspended, covering the sky and the sun, with a huge body, and it was unknown how many thousands of miles away, or tens of thousands of miles away, and it was impossible to see the whole picture.

In the void, black mist surged for a while, and then a pair of eyes as big as a lake reflected on the black sky, like two blood moons, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Old guy, I want to see how long you can last, that god-seed will be mine sooner or later, mine!"

The blood-colored eyes looked in the direction of Butian Pavilion, flickering with astonishing blood, said something coldly, and then spread his wings and flew away into the sky, the huge body disappeared into the black mist.

In another place, a tall figure shrouded in divine light also looked at Butian Pavilion, and said to himself: "I didn't expect to fail again, that old guy actually still has such strength."

"Hundreds of years ago, everyone said that he was about to perish, but they didn't expect that he would kill countless powerful people. This time, some people didn't believe it. As a result, another Xeon was killed."

The tall figure gradually withdrew his gaze, and then a golden divine way appeared, he stepped on the golden road, and quickly disappeared in place.

At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away from the Butian Pavilion, in different directions, there are also several powerhouses looking at the situation in the Butian Pavilion. After seeing the old Jiling ruthlessly refining the human form After the corpse of the living being, everyone was shocked, and then quickly disappeared in place.

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Since the important change in the Butian Pavilion, the atmosphere inside the Pure Land has become somewhat abnormal.

The death of the old sacrifice spirit to the humanoid creature of the strong has been gradually spread.

Many Butian Pavilion disciples were discussing excitedly.

They felt that after Master Ji Ling recovered, his strength became even more terrifying than before.

The supreme power of the gods displayed that day, it is no exaggeration to say that the gods are alive.

They were very excited, the stronger the Jiling's strength, the higher their Butian Pavilion's status in the entire wasteland.

As disciples of Butian Pavilion, they naturally rose with the tide.

It's just that, compared with these Butian Pavilion disciples who didn't know, the senior Butian Pavilion who knew the inside story was full of sadness and anxiety in their hearts.

The whole Butian Pavilion behaves completely differently.

When hearing the old Ji Ling's words, Xiao BuDian felt a sense of urgency.

Although he didn't know what the great catastrophe mentioned by the old Ji Ling and when it would come, he was a little worried in his heart.

Is this catastrophe really so terrifying?

Can you save your life in this catastrophe?

Seeing that a powerhouse as strong as the old Ji Ling could only go to perish in the end, he felt very uncomfortable.

He can't do anything.

He realized that his strength was still too low.

In the face of a real crisis, his own strength is still too weak.

Thinking of this, when he came back from the place of offering sacrifices to the spirit, he went directly to retreat.

This time, Xiao Budian completely put aside everything and devoted herself to cultivation.

He hid in the Sutra Pavilion, concentrating on comprehending the Dharma.

He began to understand the mysteries of the Great Dao, digested the magic Peng technique he had obtained from the disciples of Zhulu Academy, and thoroughly comprehended it, so as to perfect his own method.

After doing all this, he still did not leave the customs, and continued to stay in the Sutra Pavilion, choosing to comprehend the Kunpeng bone he got from the old Ji Ling.

After more than a month, Xiaobudian finally understood the Kunpeng bone thoroughly.

At this moment, he is completely familiar with every rune and every change above.

I saw him sitting cross-legged in the Sutra Pavilion, and an astonishing vision appeared behind him.

Behind Xiao BuDian, a sea emerged, endless and rough.