Spirit Plant: I have an entry panel

In the mortal world, the capital of Ye Kingdom.

After the Hualing Clan group received the snow-leaf ginkgo tree given by Song He, they moved out of the Lingye Sect without saying a word.

It seems that they don't care at all that the lack of spiritual energy in the mortal world has an impact on them, the elves born among flowers, grass and trees.

In other words, even if there is, they don't care anymore.

After receiving Song He's permission, they found a towering mountain peak and began to get busy at the top.

As the Hualing Clan, they certainly know how to cultivate spiritual plants - if the Lingye Sect's cultivation method is standardized to the extreme and safe, then the Hualing Clan's cultivation method is a bit wild, even a little strange.

They took out spiritual plants of different shapes from the space magic weapons they carried with them, released spiritual butterflies, spiritual bees and other spiritual insects, and finally put on strange costumes.

In just half an hour, the originally snow-capped mountain peaks were transformed into a lush place filled with exotic landscapes and flowers.

Lord Tianling Corolla stood in the center of the mountain peak, where the snow-leaf ginkgo tree was, and glanced at the tribesmen who had finished dressing up and prepared.

Although she was petite, she was now wearing a strange white robe. The expression on her face softened, and she immediately seemed to have a sense of majesty.

She took a deep breath and said loudly: "Tribesmen! Whether we can be recognized by Fellow Daoist Song of Lingye Sect is now, today."

The sound was not loud, but it spread throughout the entire mountain.

The Hualing Tribe people looked at their Corolla Master, with an expression on his face that was so fanatical that he seemed to be about to die.

And this is indeed the case.

They began to dance gracefully to the rhythm of the wind and vegetation. The wings of spiritual butterflies and bees stretched out behind them shed colorful scales in the sunlight.

The posture of the dance is extremely casual and rough, and the place where it steps is covered with flowers and grasses. It seems to have a vast atmosphere from ancient times, which arouses the resonance of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the spiritual energy converges towards this mountain peak.

Since this mountain peak was originally extremely high, white clouds and mist slowly gathered, forming a funnel-shaped spiritual cloud around the mountain peak.

After a period of time, a pillar of light formed, rushing straight into the sky and clouds, making it dazzling and sweeping thousands of wind and clouds.

Such a vision naturally attracted the attention of the Nascent Soul monks stationed high in the sky.

What a coincidence, the person stationed here is Master Miao.

This real person is sitting on a jade couch with his legs crossed, with a small lotus floating beside him, and above it is a petite and extremely beautiful woman.

The woman leaned lazily on the petals of the lotus, stretching out her white wrists to touch Master Miao's face. There was indescribable affection in her brows where the colorful Buddha light was flowing.

It seemed that everything in the world was inferior to the person in front of her, but the real person's eyes were not on her.

The real person stared at the screen, his dim old eyes full of curiosity:

"Hey, is this the place where Senior Nephew Song belongs?"

After hearing the name "Senior Nephew Song", the woman was finally willing to look away and glanced at the light curtain with various characters flowing in front of her eyes.

"Huh."

Made the same surprised sound.

The originally expressive eyebrows suddenly became sharper.

Those flowing waterfall-like characters were as slow as a turtle crawling in her eyes, and after a moment she completely understood their meaning.

She said in surprise: "Isn't this the prayer dance of the Flower Spirit Clan in the Southern Territory? Are they finally willing to accept our solicitation from the Lingye Sect?"

The words "We are Lingye Sect" immediately made Master Miao smile. He instantly felt that it was not so unbearable for him to be punished by the head of Tianque for hundreds of years.

Master Miao grinned widely: "I think it must be my magical nephew, Xiaoyou, you don't know, the Hualing Clan is also related to our Lingye Sect.

The earliest Hualing Clan was created by a demon spirit from the upper realm who was friends with us, and later went to the lower realm to lay out the treasure. "

It stands to reason that this is considered a secret. If it is told, it will even make the demon clan be wary of the entire Hualing clan. However, Master Miao felt that since Xiaoyou had joined Lingye Sect, these things should not be hidden from her.

Anyway... I have already left a name under that tree.

Not to mention that they have become Taoist companions of Yilian Tuosheng, just the sect junior sisters should not hide anything.

"Oh?" The woman blinked and said with interest: "As far as I know, this prayer dance requires one's own life and soul. What did Senior Nephew Song promise them?"

Master Miao was also very curious about this question, so he stretched out his hand and made a few seals on the light screen, saying:

"I guess it has something to do with their surrender. We'll know what this spiritual plant is first."

"Okay." Xiaoyou sat up straight and stared at the light curtain.

As the spiritual light seal exploded, the blurry fog above the light curtain suddenly dispersed, revealing the scenery above the mountain peak.

I saw that the body and feet of the Hualing Tribe who were still dancing had already sprouted roots, taking root in the earth and rushing towards the snow-leaf ginkgo tree at the top of the mountain.

Branches and leaves sprouted from their heads and faces, and their bodies became a little sluggish because of these things, as if... they were on the verge of death.

They were indeed dying. Part of their souls and lives were rushing towards the snow-leaf ginkgo trees, and more towards the light beams in the sky.

"As expected." Miao Zhenren didn't show any regrets. He just sighed: "I have long heard that the Hualing Clan has a deep connection with a method of making runes in Tianwentang. Now it seems that it is not the case. Difference.

They are sacrificing their spirituality and life in exchange for some special runes... There are so many Jindan-level Hualing tribesmen, what are those runes? "

By the end, he was obviously interested.

After all, he is also a spiritual planter who has studied in Tianwen Hall, and he has been stamped and approved by Lord Fusheng. Even if he seems unreliable, he can still tell what he should know at a glance.

However, he was not able to see this.

The talisman formed by the sacrifice of souls and lives must be very special. Maybe it can be loaded into Tianwen Hall, so I am really curious.

Curiosity is burning.

The woman was silent, but the light in her eyes was flashing crazily, as if the formation hub was overloaded.

Miao Zhenren clearly felt something, frowned and increased his mana infusion - the two of them have been bound by the Shou Helian, and they not only share life span, but also mana.

The special spiritual power of the sudden mayfly family is extremely rare for monks. If the loss of life span is ignored, this is actually a good thing.

‘The unique pupil technique of the Sudhu Mayfly Clan… Sigh, I didn’t expect that I, the old Miao, would have a hard time, but it’s really good. ’ Master Miao thought to himself.

He looked at his petite but majestic Taoist monk happily, his eyes gradually became hot, and he was already thinking about whether to borrow some special magic weapons.

For example...the kind of treasure that Ying Xingtang is researching that can shrink monks?

Or is he also going to practice special magical powers?

As he thought about it, his eyes became a little deeper.

Xiaoyou: "..." This guy is really hopeless, but he is more than a hundred years old and still maintains his vitality. He is indeed "protective as a jade".

She coughed: "I feel a very familiar power in the prayer dances of the Flower Spirit Tribe. If my guess is correct, it should be related to reincarnation."

Hearing this, Master Miao's original thoughts immediately faded away. He thought for a moment and suddenly slapped his thigh.

"I remembered!"

He stretched out his hand and clicked a few times on the light screen, and a giant tree drama of bitterness performed by mortals immediately appeared on it. He pointed at the crudely made white tree above and said excitedly:

"Look, does it look similar to this tree?"

Xiaoyou: "..." I'm really old and my eyesight is bad. Can this crude thing be called the giant tree of bitterness?

The two of them have been here for so long, so of course they have seen everything, including some of the stories that Song He made.

Many of them are stories about people falling in love with demons, and even demons and demons. In addition, the scholars of Chenhuan Academy are really letting themselves go without the suppression of the gentlemen above.

Some of the special editions even made Xiaoyou blush.

There are many stories, and she likes them all, but her favorite is the reincarnation of the bitter love tree, because it is really not easy for her to fall in love with Master Miao.

Immortal cultivators will also be powerless.

If there had been such magical power as reincarnation and continued destiny at that time, there would probably not have been so many painful troubles. Even if they lost some power, they would definitely be quite happy and loving.

It is because of this love that she feels uncomfortable with the crudely made giant tree of suffering - in her opinion, such a sacred object should be worshiped by thousands of people.

Master Miao naturally understands the logic of this.

He felt that his Taoist monk had become more and more out-of-touch since he was separated from the life cycle of sudden death.

Of course, he is also willing and happy to see this.

The real person stretched out his rough hand, carefully touched the petite Taoist monk with his fingers, and said softly:

"Don't be too excited. If Senior Nephew Song really cultivates the giant tree of bitterness... I will beg for help even if I don't look like this."

Xiaoyou was stunned, and stretched out his hand to hug Miao Zhenren's finger. The two of them were smaller and larger, but their eyes looked at each other, and there seemed to be something subtle and charming in the air.

They looked at each other like this for a long time, and finally Xiaoyou turned away slightly and got down to business: "Do you still remember the treasure I brought from the Mayfly Clan?"

Miao Zhenren, who had a rare upper hand over the Taoists, felt happy and said, "But that was what your whole family put together for you, and you should keep it."

Although the two are now in a life-and-death relationship, Master Miao still has not given up trying to find a future path for his Taoist couple.

When the two first met, what Miao Zhenren liked was Xiao You's ambition to make every breath of his life extremely important.

Monks live a long life and have plenty of time to waste.

Especially for disciples of sects like them and disciples of Lingye Sect, whether it is the life-extending medicine or the road to the future, it is basically a smooth road.

For monks like them, time is like a slowly flowing river, and the area it flows through is basically calm.

It was in this state of mind that he saw Xiaoyou - living and dying, but wanting to fight for his life, which really touched his heart deeply.

Then it was a matter of course.

However, the current situation is not very good. Although the reincarnation has been successfully carried out, the unique power of the sudden mayfly still exists deep in Xiaoyou's soul.

It cannot be eradicated, it cannot be eradicated.

Without some unique spiritual aids from Sudden Mayfly, the road ahead would be very difficult—at least it would be difficult to ascend to the upper world.

So he hesitated and hesitated.

But his hesitation does not mean that Xiaoyou will hesitate.

She was once the king of the Suhu Mayfly clan. She had a calm smile on her face, but her tone was domineering: "Old Miao, our road will not be difficult... If this world doesn't work, let's go to other worlds to find it.

The Buddhist cultivators have a deep connection with my Sudden Mayfly clan, so we went to the glazed world of the Buddhist cultivators to find out what was going on. They couldn’t leave us alone. "

At this point, she paused and her tone softened:

“Besides, you know, I don’t want to owe any favors.

Senior Nephew Song has worked hard for my affairs, and even conducted experiments on reincarnation in his own inner world. It is your business to express your gratitude, and I must also repay you.

The true meaning of reincarnation was something I was going to abandon in the first place. I couldn't let others say it was useful, so I felt at ease that I had been rewarded. "

Master Miao: "..."

Husband and wife are one, and there is no need to separate them so clearly - Master Miao originally wanted to refute her this way, but Master Miao knew how capable his Taoist companions were at making decisions, so he didn't say any more.

It doesn't matter, as long as she is happy.

He just reached out and touched his Taoist monk's face.

He said softly: "Just do it if you want to. The treasure is gone, so we just keep looking for it... It is more important to make yourself feel at ease than anything else."

"Okay." Xiaoyou took off a necklace from his neck, handed it to Master Miao, and said, "Send it down below for me. I want to see what happens."

Hearing this, Master Miao glanced at the necklace that looked like it was made of insect shells, took it, took out the seal, and threw it inside.

"Whoosh——"

The small necklace fell downwards.

The colorful halo fell from the sky and fell on the branches and leaves of the snow-leaf ginkgo tree in an instant, forming a sharp contrast with the plain color.

The Master of Tianling Corolla noticed this object immediately, but had no time to react and watched helplessly as the necklace dissolved into the tree body.

At this time, the formation formed by the sacrifices of their Hualing Clan has also taken shape - the spirituality and consciousness exchanged for their own existence are rushing towards the sky.

Amid the turbulence, it seemed as if a majestic and great consciousness slowly descended, overlooking everything in the world from above.

That is...the consciousness of heaven. (End of chapter)