Mix in Douluo to raise plants

This special energy fused into the palm of his hand really surprised Fang Mian.

If he wanted to study this energy before, he simply wanted to compete with it, but after seeing its weird characteristics, Fang Mian wanted to understand its source and the principle of its generation.

If you can add this characteristic to your own plants.

Fang Mian fantasized about it, and if that situation really happened, it would undoubtedly turn those plants that were already deadly weapons into even more terrifying beings.

But after this energy integrated into Fang Mian's palm, it stayed there.

Fang Mian's control over them was limited to moving their positions within the palm area.

It is impossible to control them and attach them to the spirit.

And this energy cannot be enhanced through practice.

Fang Mian had felt before that both the bodies of the monsters and the mist were filled with the same energy contained in the golden fruit. However, the energy in the golden fruit was the richest, and the monster's body was probably thousands of times more powerful than the golden fruit. One-third, the one in the mist is thinner than the one in the monster's body.

He also thought that after fusing this energy, he could absorb the energy in the air in a special way to achieve the effect of cultivation, so he also turned off the two-second system's elimination of fog erosion.

In those two seconds, his brain simultaneously received the pain from every part of his body, as if tens of thousands of people were scraping his body.

If he hadn't taken body-strengthening potions frequently before, and the pain he suffered was not less severe than this, I'm afraid that his consciousness would have been annihilated in the pain that broke out at this concentrated moment, and he might have been reduced to fighting with that little deer or the village monster. .

Since it is impossible to practice under normal circumstances, there is only one way now, wait for the savage to come back and see if there is any gain.

Fang Mian sat on the bed, studying the special energy without arrogance or impatience. The sun and moon were invisible in the fog, and it was impossible to estimate the time, but he estimated that after waiting for a long time, the figure of the savage appeared once.

It was the same as last time, walking to the center of the clearing and standing, holding something in its hand.

The thing it brought back this time seemed to be quite big, and could not be covered by the entire palm. A bright golden light emerged from between the fingers.

Fang Mian led Ma Su, who had recovered a little from his injuries, to the savage and asked him to give the order for the savage to open his palms.

After the savage made it, Fang Mian took the thing in his hand, which was a golden cup-shaped flower. The surface texture was like glass, radiant and smooth to touch, and there was a leaf cover on the rim of the cup.

Fang Mian opened the lid, and a rich and fragrant fruity aroma filled the air. He looked into the cup, which contained a cup full of golden liquid.

When the cup of liquid was exposed, Fang Mian felt the restlessness of energy in his palms, which seemed to be eager to obtain it.

"This...what is this, give it to me...I want it!"

Ma Su, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, straightened up his body. His weak face, as if he would die in the next second, became extremely excited, even a little crazy. His eyes were fixed on the cup in Fang Mian's hand, dragging his broken body. Moved towards Fang Mian little by little.

Fang Mian sneered, watching him approach, and then kicked him ten meters away.

After Ma Su seemed to be irritated, he stood up and roared several times helplessly. Then the savage standing in front of Fang Mian suddenly opened his hand like a claw and pinched Fang Mian's head.

Fang Mian had already had a premonition and ducked sideways.

"How dare you attack me!" Fang Mian snorted coldly.

He could feel that the giant's palm also had that special energy, which had the ability to tear. Although it was not as concentrated and concentrated as the one in his palm, it still had the property of tearing.

A pale white light shone on Fang Mian's palm, and he gently grabbed the giant's arm lying in front of him. The other's thick arm was like soft tofu, breaking into pieces when he touched it.

He kicked the savage's thigh again, with such ferocious force that the bones in the savage's body made a crackling sound. His body fell to one side and fell to the ground. Fang Mian temporarily dodged to avoid the dust raised by him from falling on himself, waiting for the savage. When he was about to stand up, he stepped forward again and pierced the giant's brow with two fingers like a spear.

When he pulled it out again, there was a dark gray leather worm inside.

After losing the worm, the giant fell to the ground with a roar and never moved again.

The worm caught by Fang Mian opened its mouthparts densely covered with tiny teeth and twisted its body, trying to touch Fang Mian's flesh and blood.

Fang Mian mobilized his soul power to wrap it up, and found that it was actually a mixture of three energies.

One energy is soul power, one energy is the kind that is fused into his palms, and there is another energy, observing the breath, which is no different from special energy, like one kind, but after subtle feeling, you will find that they are different.

He speculated that this energy might be related to the divine baptism mentioned by Ma Su.

With the worm, Fang Mian came to Ma Su.

Seeing Fang Mian approaching, Ma Su showed no fear at all and waved his fluorescent palms, trying to catch Fang Mian.

Seeing him in this situation, Fang Mian frowned. He was sure that Ma Su's previous fear of him was not a fake. There was only one possibility that could make a person who was extremely afraid become unafraid or even crazy. Su will also be turned into a monster by the energy backlash.

Although he was still yelling and cursing, asking Fang Mian to give him the golden flower cup, it was obvious that his voice had gradually become weaker.

What caused him to be in this condition?Is it the backlash of special energy, or something else.

Fang Mian was very concerned about the answer to this question. If he didn't figure it out, wouldn't he be in trouble?

He looked at his palm and thought to himself: "System, can you help me remove the energy from my palm?"

The system's voice replied to him.

[Whether to remove the abnormal energy that has invaded the host's body, consumption: [-] solar points. 】

Seeing that it could be removed, Fang Mian felt relieved. The system gave him a guarantee and told him that if one day the energy backfired on him, he would have backup options to drain the energy out of his body.

Fang Mian stood up, pinched off the worm in his hand with two fingers, and looked towards Ma Su. The disappearance of his martial spirit had no effect on him. Fang Mian estimated that his martial spirit should be somewhat similar to the food-type martial spirit. There is a connection, but there is no need to delve into it. The death of the savage also declares that Ma Su has lost his role.

Fang Mian recalled the information he got from him, and without forgetting it, he stuffed a psychedelic mushroom into his mouth.

He didn't use it before because he was worried that it would affect his control over the savages.

It’s just that Ma Su seems to have gone completely crazy. The effect of psychedelic mushrooms will be more effective on people with weak mental strength. However, rational people and crazy people are both in a state of heightened mental strength, so psychedelic mushrooms are more effective on people with weak mental strength. He is of no use.

Without even the last trace of value, Ma Su had no need to live.

Fang Mian raised his hand and threw out a ball of blazing orange-red flames. This was a skill extracted from hot peppers. Even stones would be burned to ashes in the flames.

Ma Su's wailing sound disappeared not long after, and soon turned into a ball of ashes. Fang Mian turned around, preparing to return to the house, study the flower cup, and wait for the visitor.

But before turning around, his peripheral vision seemed to catch a glimpse of the flames, as if something was glowing.

He twisted back and went forward to check, and saw a meat ball holding on tenaciously in the flames. The meat ball was about the size of a fist, round, with pits and dense black spots on the surface. If he looked carefully, It is actually a small needle hole, like a small toothless mouth, shrinking and opening regularly. If someone with trypophobia takes a look, they may gag on the spot.

In the flames that can incinerate stones, a layer of white light flashes on the surface of the meat ball, which seems to be another kind of strange energy that makes it unaffected by the flames.

Only after all the ashes left by Ma Su were burned away did the flames completely dissipate.

But the meat ball still remained the same, without any change.

"What the hell is this?" Fang Mian stared at the meat ball that was burned out of Ma Su's body, with a puzzled look on his face.

I’ve heard of bezoars and horse treasures, but I’ve never heard of human treasures.

Even if there are stones in Ma Su's body, they should be burned in the flames. Could it be that Ma Su is a time traveler like him, coming from the ancient world of immortality, and has refined a golden elixir before.

It's just that this meat ball seems to be quite different from the golden elixir that Fang Mian knows.

Fang Mian used his martial spirit to give birth to a melon. This melon had been strengthened many times and its power was incomparable. But when it hit the meat ball, there was only a muffled sound and the ground sank dozens of meters. The hole is nearly 20 meters wide, but the meat ball is already fine.

Fang Mian used ground thorns, cherry bombs, and even ultra-small-scale destruction mushrooms to test the meat ball, but still got nothing. The surface of the meat ball was still bright and without any scars.

Fang Yu stared at the meat ball that Wo Gua smashed out of the hole, feeling helpless. But if he didn't figure out what that thing was, what would happen if it affected someone from the Holy Sect?

Just as he was thinking about it, Fang Mian suddenly noticed his right hand, turned his head, and his eyes lit up.

After jumping down the pit, Fang Mian came to the meat ball and felt it for a while. He found that the meat ball indeed contained an energy, and this energy was very similar to the third energy he felt in the worm before. , should be the energy from the so-called baptism of gods.

He distributed the special energy integrated into his palms. After testing, it was found that this energy contained tearing effects, or rules. The energy in the meat ball seemed to have rules, and it should increase resistance. Just give it a try.

Thinking like this, Fang Mian grabbed the meat ball, and the white light flashed in his palm.

And when his palm was about to touch the meat ball, the white light on the meat ball also bloomed, blocking his hand. Fang Mian could feel that the two energies were fighting fiercely, but his energy was too much. It was weak, and it was bounced away within a few seconds of the confrontation.

Looking at the meat ball that bounced off, Fang Mian smiled coldly, opened the golden flower cup that he had been holding on to with his other hand, and drank all the liquid inside. He originally planned to use the energy inside to fuse the martial spirit. , to try the effect, but this damn meat ball stimulated his hidden desire to win.

After the liquid enters the throat, the strong floral fragrance escapes in Fang Mian's mouth and nose, and it is sweet and refreshing. After entering the stomach, the special energy inside turns into particles and gathers towards the palm of the hand as before.

But this time, there was no need for Fang Mian to suppress his soul power, because this energy was directly replenished into the energy integrated into Fang Mian's palm.

After a little estimation, the energy has skyrocketed, it should be three times!

Fang Mian confidently came to the meat ball again and raised his hand to grab it. This time he held on for ten seconds before it bounced away.

"This..., it seems there is nothing we can do about it for the time being."

Fang Mian lost his mind and thought to himself, even with four times the original special energy, the tearing ability still cannot destroy the energy shield on the surface of the sarcoma. He can only wait for the follow-up to obtain more energy before testing again.

He carefully picked up the tumor with a palm wrapped with special energy and put it back into the storage soul guide.

Because the savage and Ma Su had already died in his hands, he didn't know how the savage searched for the strange fruit with special energy. Therefore, if he wanted to obtain the special energy fruit, he could only wait for Yang Jiu to send him to find it. After Ma Su's people arrived, they asked him to take him to other villages.

This is more efficient than leaving the village and wandering around.

So Fang Mian stayed in the village and waited for people to come.

I don't know how many days later, Fang Mian opened his eyes and calmed down the special energy that was stirring in his palms. After these few days of research, he had made great gains in the use of this energy.

When he first gained energy a few days ago, he was like a young child. Although he held a sharp blade, he could only slash randomly.

But in the past few days, after careful study, his control over energy was like that of a swordsman with excellent swordsmanship. He even gave this energy a special name, named after its characteristics, tearing.

He also gave a name to the energy in the meat ball, calling it indestructible.

If he wanted to break open the meat ball again, although the tearing energy in his palm was not more than the indestructible energy in the meat ball, it would not be difficult to break it open.

But the most important thing now is not to study sarcoma. A foreign figure has entered the village and was discovered by his eyes planted in every corner of the village.

In order to make his tearing energy stronger, Fang Mian can only put down his research on the indestructible energy, find the other party first, and control the other party.

He carried the lantern and silently jumped to the roof. He walked along the eaves and came to an alley. He looked down and saw a sneaky figure lying on the wall. The sneaky figure looking inside the house was exposed in his field of vision. .

Because the miasma of fog blocks the distance of vision, even if Fang Mian stands openly, the other party will not notice him.

Fang Mian was timid as he observed the visitor's movements. He also had a sinister appearance and was as skinny as a monkey. He did not look like the kind of disciple who would be unwavering and loyal to the sect until death.

That's fine.

Fang Mian quietly walked to him and said quietly: "What are you looking at?"

The visitor was lying on the window, looking at the situation inside the house. When he heard the sudden sound, he trembled with fright. He quickly made a silent gesture and said to Fang Mian: "Keep your voice down."

Then he looked at Fang Mian's smiling face and was suddenly startled.

"You are not a disciple of our Holy Sect, who are you?"

Fang Mian asked strangely: "Why do you think I am not a disciple of your Holy Sect?"

"Nonsense, most of our Holy Sect are evil soul masters, and the Holy Son and Holy Elders even practice cannibalism. They are corroded by evil forces and their flesh and blood shrink. How can it be possible for us to be like you, like normal people, and still look like this... ..hansome."

Fang Mian looked at his jealous eyes and laughed loudly: "Yes, I am not a disciple of your Holy Sect. In this village, your disciples were killed by me. Now I give you two choices. One is to die. In my hand, two is..."

"Die!"

When Fang Mian was still talking, the other party obviously didn't want to be verbose. He took out a nine-ring blood-edged sword with five soul rings on the soles of his feet, and came towards Fang Mian. His body was filled with blood and a heavy rust. The smell makes people feel slightly uncomfortable.

The other party has the cultivation level of Soul King. Although Fang Mian's physical strength is comparable to that of Soul Douluo, if he is not careful, he will still get his skin and flesh injured.

But before the opponent struck, Fang Mian's eyes did not pay attention to the bloody sword at all, but stared closely at the opponent's chest.

The visitor's chest was flashing with white light, and the energy fluctuations were the same as the energy in the sarcoma that Fang Mian got after burning Ma Su to ashes.

Looking at the white clouds, Fang Mian's right fingertips glowed with white light, and he decided to try the research results of the past few days.

Although the opponent is too weak, he probably won't be able to force much of his newly developed moves.