Spirit Plant: I have an entry panel

Chapter 83 82. Before the Black Mist

In the room at this time, Song He and the female revisionist wearing glasses were sitting around a table.

The poor bamboo table was already piled with large and small "models", which formed a three-layer formation - Song He specifically asked the female cultivator to make it.

He personally experienced the feeling of controlling the formation.

Although this small formation is certainly far from being compared with the large formation composed of thousands of lumen flowers, at least I got used to it in advance and gained some confidence.

"Junior brother, how do you feel?"

Halfway through, the senior brother asked: "Are you sure?"

It seemed like a casual question, but in fact Song He could feel that this question was quite important - the master had already prepared everything for him, if he failed because of his falling off the chain.

That's really unreasonable.

The senior brother may not say anything, but he will definitely be disappointed.

It was because of this that Song He worked so hard to learn the formation knowledge, and he didn't even close his eyes for two days and two nights.

The main body of the distant Lingye Sect also rummaged through many classics on formations, and even personally visited the senior brother of Ying Xingtang to inquire.

Using a two-pronged approach, he discovered... that this fungus body could not only help him explore, but also learn knowledge.

It is equivalent to half a person studying - because there is only one ray of spirit in the bacterial body, both the reaction and the consciousness are worse than the main body, so naturally it can only be regarded as half a person.

With such complete preparations, he answered with great confidence:

"able."

No need to say more, one word is enough.

Hearing this, the corners of Senior Brother's mouth slightly rose. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he could detect something even if he didn't consciously sense it.

"very nice."

As he spoke, he took out a green willow branch. There were seven long and narrow willow leaves on the willow branch, and a drop of blue water was sealed in the willow leaf.

He held the willow branch and waved it towards Song River——

Sprinkle~

The clear, refreshing and strange spiritual rain instantly enveloped Song He. Under the rain, he felt that all his fatigue was gone.

As if the soul soaked in ice water was stimulated, all the fatigue was suddenly swept away, and it became energetic.

Even the main body of the distant Lingye Sect was nourished, as if an "energetic" buff had been applied, feeling comfortable from head to toe.

A spiritual object that can restore consciousness and soul power?

The willow branch was handed over by the senior brother.

"Here you go, you have to reward the junior brothers later... Although they are a little clumsy, they have completed the task well."

When he mentioned this, Song He suddenly remembered something that he had almost forgotten.

He reached out to take the willow branch and asked curiously: "Senior Brother, why did we deviate so far from Bamboo City when we came?"

The female cultivator just now had made it clear to him: There were more than one space formation built inside Zhucheng, and there had never been any mistakes in transmission.

In a situation like this, where the teleportation can be moved dozens of miles away... To be honest, all the formation masters in Zhucheng should be dragged out and killed.

It's just too exaggerated and outrageous.

"Of course it's fishing. The evil-proofing tribe is special. Some people don't want us to get them. I just hope they can be bolder so that I don't have to go to the mouse hole to dig them out."

The senior brother didn't hide anything and said it directly.

In response, Song He just nodded.

He was just curious about why. Now that he knew it, he wouldn't ask anything. After all, he knew nothing about the overt and covert struggles between the forces of Eternal Dark Abyss, so of course he would not express any opinions.

Say a thousand words and ten thousand words.

It's because he believes that the senior brother will not let troubles disturb his side to resist the black tide.

Coincidentally, he had already arrived in front of the jade platform where he had first arrived, and the more than a hundred foundation-building monks who had followed him were waiting in line.

The vine armor on their bodies was stained with some black dirt. Although each of them looked a little tired, their energy was very good.

"Go ahead."

The senior brother did not continue to move forward. Instead, he stopped and watched Song He move forward. He stood quietly not far behind Song He.

And Song He took a deep breath.

He actually doesn't know how to mobilize before the war or give speeches.

So I simply injected mana into the willow branch in my hand, and then waved it——

All the remaining willow leaves exploded.

Tick ​​tick tick~

Wisps of spiritual rain suddenly fell.

Covering all these more than a hundred monks, whether it was a coincidence or not, the spiritual rain on Zhou Yue's side seemed to be denser.

Along with the spiritual rain came Song He's voice: "Junior brothers, let's set off!"

"hehe."

The deep laughter of the senior brother came from behind, and the light mist suddenly erupted, wrapping everyone and rushing directly into the distance.

…

After a while,

When the light mist dissipated, more than a hundred monks appeared outside the evil-proofing village.

At this time, outside the evil-proofing village, the candles burning on the thorns became brighter, almost forming a torch, and the firelight emitted brightened the surrounding area.

However, the darkness that was so thick that it was almost impossible to dissipate became deeper and deeper - the brighter the candle, the darker the darkness became.

Lao Jixie is already waiting.

There are also three elderly evil spirits with an aura as deep as the abyss beside it - a full four Yuan Ying level evil spirits.

Behind them are twenty-one slightly smaller evil spirits, exuding a golden elixir-level pressure.

In other words... four Nascent Souls and twenty-one Golden Elixirs.

To be honest, this lineup is quite luxurious.

I just don’t know what’s going on, but Song He always feels that they are a little weak? It's like staying up late for a few days, or... overindulging?

"You are here, let's go in first. After this first wave of black tide is cleared, you guys can build the formation again."

"Okay, senior."

Song He led a group of monks into the evil-proofing village obediently. At this time, there were about sixty little evil-proofing people gathered in the village.

These majestic spirit beasts, who looked like tigers and cats, all looked solemnly, led by a young girl as they looked outside quietly.

Completely ignoring Song He and his party.

The girl was wearing a white-gold dress. Her overall appearance was no different from that of a human being, except for the dragon horns on her head that were shining with the golden light of the morning sun.

She took the initiative to come over after seeing Song He and his party.

"Fellow Daoist Song, I am the next leader of the evil-preventing tribe. Fellow Taoist, you can call me Chen Yao."

She lowered her head to Song He and her tone was very calm, but it contained so much sadness and pain that she couldn't get rid of it.

‘This should be the granddaughter of Lao Bixie. She has just established the foundation. Can’t she transform into a human form only if she has a golden elixir or above? ’

Although Song He wanted to comfort him with a few words, his pale comfort was useless. Nothing could avoid the fact that the old evil spirits were going to die.

He is indeed stupid and doesn't know what to comfort him.

So once everyone warded off evil spirits, everyone fell silent.

Waiting for something silently.