Spirit Plant: I have an entry panel

Chapter 376 375. The greedy rat and the old scalper

After a brief panic, Song He suddenly thought of something - this resin is a treasure. It is said that a sufficient amount of Zhouguang resin can even seal the breath of a living being, forcing it to fall into a deep sleep.

For some monks who are approaching their longevity, this is an absolute treasure. Unfortunately, the flowing resin is difficult to obtain. To maintain its vitality, it must be powered by enough power of the universe.

Otherwise, it will solidify for you to see in minutes.

Only a few large sects will deliberately collect some Zhouguang resin as a backup resource to extend the lives of some elderly monks who are approaching their end of life.

Although this method of extending life is similar to that of the living dead, the spirit and consciousness will be trapped in a small radius and cannot be released. All you can see at all times is your aging body and the eternal amber. .

But at least he can survive.

Of course, in addition to extending life, this thing can also suppress injuries and ensure that people who are dying can wait for help, such as waiting for the elixir to be released, taking out treasures, etc.

Now that he had come across it, and he happened to have the power of Zhou Guang, Song He was a little bit ready to collect some.

But after all, it was a team effort, so he still asked the other two people. As a result, the two guys showed the same smile and said in unison:

"That's exactly what we meant!"

As the two of them spoke, they took out an alms bowl and a bronze scabbard. Judging from their actions, they must have been premeditated.

On these two magic weapons, there is not only spiritual light, but also a very pure power of cosmic light, which is obviously a magic weapon involving time.

"This alms bowl is a magic weapon with a ray of power from the future Maitreya Buddha. It is enough to hold some Eternal Light resin." Ganye introduced.

Not to be outdone, Yi Chen brushed the scabbard with his fingers and introduced: "This is the relic of a sword immortal from our Tianqing Sword Sect who once cut across the River of Zhouguang with his sword energy. It is also enough to intercept Zhouguang resin! "

"……"I knew it.

For large sects, how could they let go of the Zhouguang resin that is likely to be found in the River of Zhouguang?

It is estimated that these two people have more than just such an instrument that can absorb resin... but in the end, he is better.

If he wanted to, he could definitely take up all the resin here. At worst, he could use the Four Seasons Baoguang Tree as a container... Is there anything in the world that is more suitable for collecting resin?

Song He shook his head speechlessly.

Then he carefully opened a hole in the gray-blue mist shield drawn by the Zhouguang River, and when he was about to use the power of the Zhouguang to attract the Zhouguang resin...

"Jiji!"

The little mouse in his hand suddenly jumped in. The little mouse swam happily in the Zhouguang amber, and opened its mouth wide, swallowing up the flowing viscous amber liquid like a bottomless pit.

Although it was such a small rat, it was like a whale swallowing it, and the flowing resin liquid was almost visibly reduced.

The three people watching were stunned.

Yi Chen and Gan Ye just hesitated like this, and the rat swam forward more cheerfully, not only swallowing the resin with its mouth, but also absorbing it with its body.

The formation seemed to sense something was wrong and decisively stopped secreting mist to form resin.

Zishu swam to the front of the formation, and when he found that there was no resin, he angrily bit it with his sharp teeth.

With a "crunching" sound, it gnawed out a small hole in the barrier that could only accommodate the entry and exit of mice, but there was no sign of collapse at all.

The mouse passed through the barrier and barked "chichijiji" at Song He and the other three, waving its little paws as if urging the three of them to hurry in.

Three people: "..."

"I never thought that this poor monk would refuse to bow his head all his life, but now he is going to fall into a rat hole."

Ganye made a self-deprecating joke and shrank first.

Yi Chen was a little embarrassed, so he simply reached out and touched the long sword he carried with him. His whole body turned into a stream of light and entered the sword body. The long sword immediately shrank into a small sword less than an inch and floated quietly.

But Song He shrank directly with just a thought, controlled Zhou Guanghe Yin, and drilled into the rat hole with one man and one sword.

It went smoothly and passed the rat hole.

But the three of them were not in a hurry to return to normal, because not far away, behind the sorghum trees, there was clearly a small wooden house.

The door of the cabin was being pushed open from the inside.

Stepping out from inside was an extremely muscular... bull demon.

It stood up by its own strength, and its big face didn't have the honest look of an old scalper at all. It looked more like a monster that had just devoured flesh and blood.

Even the nose ring is dripping with demonic power.

The bull demon's round eyes opened angrily, holding a whip in his hand, and walked towards Lu Yanze who was hoeing the ground.

But it didn't use a whip, it just cursed in its mouth: "You guys, you have grown so big in vain! You can't even hoe the ground!"

With that said, it snatched the hoe from Lu Yanze's hand.

He said, "Humans are just clumsy! Look at how I hoe the ground!"

After teaching Lu Yanze a lesson, he took the hoe and began to hoe the ground seriously. His movements and expression were very familiar, and he was obviously used to it.

While hoeing the ground, it did not forget to teach Lu Yanze: "See clearly, it's been a month and if you still don't know how to hoe the ground, you won't have enough food to eat when these millet are cooked!"

Just like this, while cursing and spraying, it quickly plowed the acre of land, and during the process, it also watered and fertilized the sorghum that was already growing vigorously.

Lu Yanze kept laughing along with him, pretending to be very respectful, but his eyes were full of teasing.

This scene made the three people secretly hiding in the sorghum pile secretly smack their lips - this bull demon looked violent, but in fact it was completely manipulated by Lu Yanze.

I didn't do much work, just got scolded a few times, but it wasn't a big deal.

Wait, Song He thought of something and lowered his voice and said:

"What kind of cultivation level does this bull demon have?"

"It seems to be Nascent Soul."

"It should be Nascent Soul."

Both responded in the affirmative.

"Nascent Soul, then it's okay."

Song He nodded and decided that no matter what the situation was, he had to cut through the mess quickly and kill the bull demon first.

There are many ways to assassinate, and dozens of methods can be thought of at random, but Song He had already made a plan and just opened his palms.

A seven-color vortex appeared in the white palm, and then a white beam of light burst out from it.

The beam of light was pure white, like a flash of light from the sky, without any sound.

Its speed was extremely fast, and it passed through an unknown amount of extremely sweet sorghum in an instant, and landed on the bull demon who was working diligently.

The latter's huge body stiffened for a moment, and then turned into wisps of spiritual dust from the place where the beam hit. In the blink of an eye, the bull demon turned into a puddle of ashes.

Not even a breath of time passed during the entire process.

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Yi Chen's incarnation Xiaojian and Ganye looked solemn.

With their combined swords and pure glazed bodies, they didn't even notice the trajectory of the beam. As soon as the white light appeared, the bull demon fell down.

If Song He suddenly rose up and used such magical powers on them... wouldn't it be possible to directly obliterate them?

When did the spiritual plant masters of the Lingye Sect develop such terrifying magical powers? Or does this magical power come from newly cultivated spiritual plants?

The former is okay, magical powers are difficult to copy, and even if they are inherited, it is not easy to learn; but if it is the latter, it will be in big trouble.

Such a terrifying spiritual plant... can definitely affect the balance.

Both of them were core disciples in the sect, and they thought about a lot at the same time.

And Song He had already seen the changes in the expressions of the two people - he used this magical power on purpose, because he had not used any particularly terrifying magical power since he came here. In order to prevent these two people from having any thoughts, he had to It is to suppress them.

This magical power is actually just for showing off.

The strange supernatural powers that have never appeared in the outside world combined with his status as a "genius spiritual planter" are definitely enough to make the two of them afraid, and maybe there will be some magical reactions.

As for hiding clumsiness?

With his current status, does he still need to hide his clumsiness?

"Let's go." Song Heyun smiled lightly, returned to his original shape, hugged Zishu, and walked forward.

Yi Chen and Gan Ye naturally followed quickly.

The three of them quickly crossed the field and saw Lu Yanze, who was leaning down and looking at the pile of white ashes.

The demon cultivator from the Blood River Sect frowned.

He muttered: "How could he die so easily? I fought it for 300 rounds and was suppressed by it."

There was an expression of disbelief and amazement on his face.

"Haha, it's just a small trick."

Song He remained calm and calm as he glanced at the pile of spiritual energy dust on the ground, but suddenly noticed that there was no part of the dust that represented the soul.

Although there are many in number, they are all dust after the flesh has been pulverized.

This discovery made his heart skip a beat.

Just now I saw that the bull demon spoke and moved very smartly. Although it was a bit silly, it definitely had a soul. Why was there no soul dust in it?

He gently stretched out his hand and gathered the dust with magic power. After careful inspection, he found that the spiritual power inside was definitely not as much as after the death of a Nascent Soul.

It is a golden elixir that holds the heavens high.

This is obviously unreasonable.

Unless this is just a clone, and an unimportant clone at that.

"Brother Song, it seems you have discovered it too, right?"

Lu Yanze chuckled, but his eyes were full of gloomy murderous intent.

Thinking about how he, a monk of the Blood River Sect, could be treated as a slave like this, he has been on the verge of rage for the past month.

Now that a Taoist friend has come to help him, he can finally let go of the bad energy in his heart.

There was already a long gun in his hand. There was a blood groove from the tip of the gun to the body of the gun, with a thick red liquid flowing in it.

It emits a very pungent smell of blood.

When he saw the spear, Ganye's eyes flashed with very obvious disgust and compassion. He clasped his hands together and said:

"Amitabha."

Yi Chen also had a flash of disgust in his eyes.

Monks from well-known sects may engage in some secret magic skills in private, but they really would not leave a river of blood carrying countless wronged souls on their weapons like this.

But even though they were disgusted, they were still ready immediately, and the tin staff and swords were already flashing with spiritual light.

I saw the core disciple of the Blood River Sect stabbing the wooden house in the distance with the spear in his hand, and yelled angrily: "Thieves, my brother is here, let's catch him without mercy!"

The bloody light on the tip of the spear suddenly expanded, and accompanied by the sound of howling ghosts and wolves, blood poured out like a waterfall, like a river bursting its banks.

There are countless struggling souls in the bloody river, ranging from humans to monsters and strange races that can only be seen in the outside world.

They were bound by the long river and could only use their bodies to follow the river water and hit the cabin.

It stands to reason that the cabin would definitely collapse under the impact of such a terrifying blood river, but obviously common sense cannot be followed here.

A thick voice came from inside the cabin.

"You kid, after waiting for so long, you have shown your true nature." The voice was very honest, but there was obvious sarcasm and eagerness to try.

The owner of the voice seemed to be waiting for Lu Yanze to make a move.

‘That’s not good. ’

Song He secretly thought that something was not right. He shook his fingers gently and scattered some seeds, ordering them to take root quickly.

The seeds are quite powerful. With enough spiritual energy, they quickly take root and sprout, growing into strange trees.

The bark of these trees can reflect light like a mirror, surrounding a few people in the center.

next moment--

"Moo!!!"

An earth-shattering cow cry came from inside the wooden house.

The bloody river was directly turned over by this force, rushing towards Song He and the others with even more indomitable momentum.

Fortunately, the trees that Songhe planted early worked.

Although these trees turned into ashes and turned into nothingness the moment they touched the bloody river, they still forced the river back.

At the same time, the other two people also took action at the same time.

Sword cultivator Yi Chen's body merged into the long sword again, and he rushed toward the cabin with a sword energy that was like the light of winter snow. Rushing with him was Ganye who had taken off his cassock and had bulging muscles all over his body.

He took the huge tin staff and struck at the wooden house with all his might. He could vaguely see the Vajra Arhat's Dharmakaya looming behind him.

It goes without saying that the power of these two monks who have raised their magic power to the level of Nascent Soul is self-evident.

But Song He felt something was wrong, and the rat in his hand began to chirp anxiously.

Acting from the bottom of his heart, he decisively retreated behind Lu Yanze.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist. If he is also attacked, there will be nothing he can do, so he must maintain his strength!

really.

The movements of the two monks who were using their magical powers were stiff for a moment, and then they were like rewinding the tape, returning to the time when they had not taken action.

At the same time, three shiny rings were thrown out of the cabin, and they were accurately thrown on the noses of the three people, and they were tightly put on.

"Moo!"

"Moo!"

"Moo!"

Followed by three cow calls.

The three of them turned into...three diligent old scalpers without any reaction at all.