I'm really decent

The voice of the giant tree came out, and it fell into any corner of the world in an instant: "I am Jianmu, and I will establish the Spirit Race from today. All the plants and trees in the world belong to and give birth to spiritual and wise people, all are Spirit Race!"

The words fall.

Earth shakes.

The vast purple air bombarded down, directly raising the breath on Jianmu's body.

Originally, when he broke through, he had just stepped into the ranks of first-level immortals, but at this moment, under the infusion of purple energy, he directly stabilized the first-level immortals, and the momentum continued to rise upwards.

Erzhongxian!

Triple Immortal!

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boom! !

In the end, there was a loud noise and a river of rules.

Jianmu successfully broke through the shackles of the lower third-tier true immortal, stepped into the middle third-tier true immortal, and was completely stabilized in the realm of the fourth-tier immortal.

at the same time.

The plants and trees in different parts of the world seem to be nourished differently.

Some of the powerful vegetation directly gave birth to spiritual wisdom and became a member of the spirit race.

As the first emperor of the spirit race, Jian Mu also felt the changes in the spirit race between heaven and earth.

There is no need to say much about the joy in my heart.

to him.

Breaking through the true immortals, establishing the spirit race, and then having other spirit races conceived and born, it can be said to be three blessings.

At this time, Jianmu was in the mountains.

There are also a large number of plants and trees that give birth to wisdom.

The moment these plants and trees conceived wisdom, the branches and leaves swayed, as if they were on a pilgrimage.

"I've been waiting to meet the Linghuang!"

Neat and consistent voices resounded in the mountains.

The spiritual races born everywhere in the world also do the same.

same day.

The reputation of Linghuang Jianmu has been thoroughly spread and is remembered by all living beings in the world.

"Spirits!"

"Linghuang—Jianmu!"

On the top of the mountain, Feng took a few deep breaths.

When the other party became a fairy, the vast and spreading power gave him an urge to worship.

the first time.

Feng really felt how big the gap between real immortals and celestial beings was.

In front of that power and influence.

He felt like an ant.

but.

In addition to the influence of Jianmu Dujie becoming an immortal, the other party's establishment of the Spirit Race and the subsequent fluctuations caused Feng to have some different thoughts.

Chapter 771 The Wool Is Almost Enough (Please Subscribe and Ask for a Monthly Pass)

I'm really upright. Chapter 771 of the main text is almost full of wool. "Is this the Spirit Race?"

Feng looked not far ahead, where there was a green grass moving against the wind.

A powerful thought.

Rising from the grass, there is no way to ignore it.

Before the spirit race was actually born, he didn't know what the spirit race was.

With the establishment of the Spirit Race.

The wind understands now.

What kind of creatures can be classified as spirit race.

"Spirits—"

"There are so many plants and trees in the sky and the earth. If all the plants and trees give birth to spiritual intelligence and can be classified as spirit races, then the number of spirit races is a bit too much!"

Feng looked at the green grass and did not move.

Be stared at by him.

The green grass that had just given birth to spiritual wisdom was also trembling now.

As a newly born spirit race.

The strength of this green grass is only in the real martial arts realm.

When it comes to strength, it is completely at the bottom of the world.

One can imagine how much pressure one is under to be targeted by a strong man in the Almighty Realm at this moment.

Just when the grass was trembling.

Feng slowly withdrew his gaze.

He didn't intend to attack a true martial arts spirit clan.

in its eyes.

The Spirit Race at the True Martial Realm is no different from ants.

Moreover.

The spirit clan has just become a strong man, so it is not a wise way to attack the spirit clan rashly.

In case the emperor of the Spirit Race was offended, Feng was not sure that he could resist.

"This time the Linghuang crossed the catastrophe and became an immortal, which also showed me how to go forward. It is just a system of physical sanctification, and when I become an immortal, I will encounter a thunder catastrophe.

If the physical body is not strong enough, the success rate of crossing the tribulation will be much lower.

From this point of view, I need to find a way to temper my body. "

Feng's complexion changes, as the first batch of creatures born between heaven and earth, he is qualified to see the imprint of heaven and earth.

The previous scene of Jianmu crossing the robbery has been recorded by heaven and earth.

and so.

Feng can also take this opportunity to comprehend the mystery of the other party's transcending calamity and becoming a fairy.

It can be said.

Jianmu became an immortal first, opening a door for other living beings.

When there is no first living being to become a fairy, the real fairy is a locked door for them.

He wanted to open the door and understand the mysteries inside, but he couldn't find the key.

Now Jianmu becomes a fairy.

It was equivalent to unlocking the lock on the gate and pushing the door open for them.

As such.

The difficulty of subsequent living beings becoming immortals will be greatly reduced.

Feng now has an idea, and knows how to go in his future direction.

After he understood the system of sanctification of the flesh, he never thought about the system of preaching according to the rules.

After all, when it comes to strength.

The souls of the system of incarnation and sanctification will be much stronger than those of the system of regular preaching.

"In the world, the spiritual wisdom of plants and trees is classified into the spirit race, but since I was born, I have been the only one who exists. Compared with it, I am much lonely."

When Feng thinks of the Spirit Race, he also has emotion in his heart.

Since his birth, he has traveled a lot between heaven and earth.

But apart from seeing Qin Shujian who was similar to him when he was just conceived, he had never seen a creature exactly like him.

It would be fine if the Spirit Race didn't show up.

But with the emergence of the Spirit Race.

Feng's heart has also undergone some slight changes.

"Since the spirit race can be born, why don't I create a human race, but even if I create a human race, what's the use of it? In the end, I'm the only one."

"unless--"

"There can be other human races born."

It is undoubtedly difficult to conceive other human races, and there is no other way for Feng Yi.

When this idea was born in his mind, there was a voice telling him that this approach was right.

just.

Specifically how to do it.

The wind is also unknown.

a time.

He sat down on the top of the mountain and fell into deep thought.

Spring to autumn.

A year passed, and the wind was always sitting still.

At last.

His absent-minded eyes gradually focused, and his body, which was sitting still, finally got up.

The body shook slightly.

All the filth on the body is dissipated.

"Ugh!"

A long sigh came from the mouth of the wind.

After thinking hard for a year, he didn't think about what to do to give birth to more human races.

The wind also understands.

If you sit still, let alone a year, even if it is ten or a hundred years, there will be no results.

So, he didn't intend to waste any more time here.

Get up from the top of the mountain.

Feng Yukong left directly.

If you can't find a way to create a human race here, then look elsewhere.

Since the premonition in the dark told me that it was right, then my thoughts must be correct.

Now without success.

It can only be said that there is no right way to find it.

In the following time, Feng traveled all over the mountains, rivers and rivers on foot, silently comprehended the world, and while improving his own strength, he was also looking for ways to create a human race.

The inner hall of the Heavenly Palace.