Spirit Plant: I have an entry panel

Chapter 81 80. The Late Sun

As expected.

Those handsome and majestic figures like heavenly soldiers and generals have all disappeared, and the golden palaces and towers have also faded their brilliance.

The whole city turned gray.

Full of dead silence and... searing heat.

right,

I don't know why, Song He's body can actually feel that the surroundings are very hot, and it's still so hot that I want to sweat.

Do bacteria also sweat? Isn’t it about to be cooked?…

But don’t tell me, grilled mushrooms are really delicious.

I don't know if it was because his senior brother was around, but Song He wasn't worried at all. Instead, he started thinking wildly.

But soon, a touch of clear water calmed his restlessness.

"Look." The eldest brother pointed to the sky.

Song He followed his finger and saw a giant torch suddenly appearing on the top of the tall but pale city.

The burning torch emitted a bright golden light.

Just the materials that were piled up to make it... were the dragon-like horns of the evil-fighting clan that Song He saw just now.

They burned blazingly, emitting an unusually hot light.

Like a small sun.

The sun was approaching dusk - the fire was beating brightly, but it was full of twilight, as if it would set in the next second.

Is it because this thing feels hot?

When Song He looked directly at it, an old voice came from afar: "Guests who have come from afar, hidden in the darkness and fog, are really a little shy!"

"Whoosh~"

Accompanying the sound was lightning-like golden light, which flew out from the "sun" and projected towards Song He and the two of them.

It looked menacing and mixed with a huge amount of destructive aura, but the senior brother stood in front of Song He and just waved his sleeves slightly.

"Ding~"

The golden lightning-like golden light disappeared silently.

"You old cat, don't scare my little junior brother!" The senior brother laughed and scolded.

"If I don't test one or two, I won't trust the children to him... Hey, why are you here in disguise?"

The first words seemed to come from a distance, while the latter words rang directly in their ears. A golden evil spirit appeared in front of the two of them.

It is visibly old, as if it has gone through countless years. Although it is dazzling, it always has a feeling of twilight.

And the aura on it... was impressively at the Nascent Soul level.

"Junior Song He has met Senior Jixie!"

While saluting, Song He couldn't help but wonder: With the Nascent Soul cultivator, does he really need a fake golden elixir with a bunch of foundations to build a Lumen Flower Array?

"Um?"

This Yuanying-level evil-dispelling spirit walked up to Song He, its nose twitched, and said in surprise: "You... have a special spiritual plant on your body?"

Hearing this, Song He immediately took out the Mao Yue Cao.

This must be the right thing to say.

Then he saw that this evil-dispelling creature, which was clearly a Nascent Soul cultivator, was actually trembling, and some golden tears were dripping from its eyeballs that seemed to be made of molten gold.

The teardrops fell to the ground, causing golden ripples. The jade ground seemed to have been refined and became more crystal clear.

It actually turned into a high-end material?

'High-level spiritual beasts are really full of treasures... I heard that the Mermaid Tears in the Nascent Soul stage can even make people stay young forever. ’ Song He looked at the continuous tears and suddenly felt a little heartbroken.

"Stop, old cat." The senior brother smiled and asked, "Is this okay? How about my little junior brother?"

"Okay." Jixie nodded lightly. He looked up at the small sun on the top of the city. A look of nostalgia flashed across his eyes, replaced by determination.

Its voice regained its majesty and asked:

"When are you going to start?"

"In two days."

"...How many people from my clan can you accept?"

"You come as many as you want. If you can't trust me, you have to trust my master Xingke Zhenren and Ancestor Heyun." The senior brother emphasized the word "Heyun" in his tone.

"He Yun... the sharks are lucky, but they don't know how to cherish their blessings." Bixie's tone clearly showed disdain for the shark clan.

"How is she doing now?"

The senior brother was silent for a moment, first glanced at Song He, and then replied: "The transformation of heaven and man is very difficult. Even if there are precious trees to help, success or failure can only be left to God."

Lao Bixie nodded and said in a teasing tone: "This is your sect's secret."

"Dead people don't reveal secrets." The senior brother said calmly.

These two Nascent Soul-level bosses were communicating over there. Song He felt extremely stressed. He even said the words "dead man". You won't start a fight next moment, right?

Also... Ancestor Heyun wants to be reincarnated as a heavenly being?

Oh my god, am I really suitable to hear this kind of secret?

He instantly felt uncomfortable all over, and he wanted to leave but couldn't.

Fortunately, the two bosses did not continue to talk about strange things.

Old Bixie turned to look at Song He and said, "Two days later, my granddaughter will fight against the Black Tide with you, and she will become the next leader of the Bixie Clan."

how about you?

Doubts echoed in his heart, and Song He suddenly remembered that the golden elixir could become the elder or clan leader of the Shark Clan.

It stands to reason that such a magical race should be able to build a Nascent Soul in a matter of time, right?

Could it be...

Facing Song He's somewhat puzzled gaze, Lao Bixie said calmly: "The first wave of the black tide will contain annihilating spirits. Only the death of us old guys above the golden elixir can ensure that you survive the remaining eight waves."

The senior brother’s voice came immediately:

"Yan Ling, a special dark spirit, can only be killed with magic power above the golden elixir, but when it dies, it will drag the person who killed it with it.

As many existences as golden elixir or above are in a village, there will be as many annihilating spirits coming. This curse... so far, nothing can be lifted. "

"..."

Song He was silent.

This... is indeed a curse. Those with a golden elixir or above must die in order to survive the first wave. Then the remaining cubs that are refining Qi or building foundations can only take shelter under other forces.

In the world of cultivation, one cannot gain a foothold without strength.

It is indeed a very cruel thing.

"Little guy, there is no need to worry about us. It's just... after we die, I beg you to leave one or two horns and build a new fire." Old Bixie bowed his head slightly.

He lowered his noble head to Song He, the fake golden elixir.

There was a hint of pleading in his tone.

From this angle, Song River can even see its "crown" made of curved dragon horns. The golden horns flow with golden light like the morning sun.

"Golden elixir and Nascent Soul-level evil-repelling horns are extremely valuable exorcism materials, and can also be used to forge some special-purpose magic weapons." The voice of the senior brother came faintly.

Okay, what kind of multiple-choice question is this to test your xinxing?

Almost without thinking, Song He replied with a solemn expression and a serious tone: "I will try my best to help the remaining evil spirits build a home. Unless all the horns are burned, it will never be possible to leave."

Lao Bixie's expression did not change.

The senior brother smiled happily beside him, patted Song He on the shoulder and said:

"You see, my junior brother is still very reliable. What he said means what I, Xing Ke, mean."

Only then did Lao Bixie's expression change.