i am a tree

The further you dig, the harder the rocks become.

Half of the corpses of the ancient spirit beasts were trapped under this stratum, and they encountered them from time to time. At this time, there was no other way but to go around. Therefore, the progress of the excavation was very slow.

Working non-stop, even for monks who are far more energetic than ordinary people, it is a bit overwhelming.

Mu Yiduan sat in the passage with seven turns and eight turns, and took out a spirit stone to restore the exhausted spiritual energy.

Mustard Flower stood beside him in a daze, still holding the broken bone in his hand, and he floated around in this passage, as if he couldn't understand why the person beside him stopped.

In fact, this mustard flower is definitely not an ordinary thing. Just because he can successfully transform into a form in this place with thin spiritual energy and harsh environment, it can be seen that it is extraordinary.

At the beginning, Mu Yi was not prepared for the sudden appearance of mustard flowers.

There are tens of thousands of spirits in the world, each of which has its own good fortune and special features, and this mustard flower is just one of them.

However, as time went by, every day when he looked up and down, even when he was practicing, Mu Yi could occasionally sense a sinister aura from the thin, pale shadow of the mustard flower.

This evil spirit was hidden very deeply, however, perhaps because his spiritual body had not yet fully established a relationship, it would leak out a little bit from time to time, allowing Mu Yi to notice it.

Mu Yi also guessed a thing or two. Although he has not seen many spiritual cultivators, even the man-eating flower does not have such aura. Too harsh, or something else.

Canola is dangerous.

Whether it is to others or to yourself.

The vicious aura in his body is too strong to be suppressed with his weak cultivation base. Fortunately, he is still mentally undeveloped, so he can balance the two phases. When Mustard Flower wakes up one day, the trouble will be gone. coming.

Once the mustard flower is controlled by this fierce aura, it will be a matter of time before it goes mad, and maybe it will be killed by other monks before that.

Mu Yi sighed slightly.

Maybe because of hearing his sigh, Mustard Flower took a light step, and stopped awkwardly.

Holding the broken bone in his hand, he smashed it onto the nearby rock, the sound of gold and iron clanging, and a little spark splashed, piercing through the translucent figure of the mustard flower, and disappeared in an instant.

After an unknown number of days, they finally rarely came across the skeletons of this ancient spirit beast, and the speed of excavation was therefore a little faster.

Mustard Flower seemed to feel something underneath, wandering back and forth in the tunnel, and even when resting, it had to lean against the stone wall.

Mu Yi also has nothing to do with him.

They communicated with each other relying on the mysterious connection between plants, never said a word, and never even made eye contact.

However, Mu Yi clearly knew that the mustard flower was eagerly confiding something.

After a full year, they finally found what had cost them endless time and energy.

It's a huge pothole.

The passage dug by Mu Yi and the others happened to connect to this pit.

When you come here, you may think that you are in a starry night sky.

But it is not, because right now, you are deep in the ground.

All these lights, like fireflies, are emitted by the stones on this rock wall.

They are like small lights embedded in the zenith, walls and ground, shining and flickering, making people feel like they are in a charming illusion.

Mu Yi stood in this darkness.

Unknowingly, he returned to the deep sea before the transformation, where his consciousness was floating up and down, struggling, wanting to get out, getting rid of all the sticky things, wanting to clearly feel all the subtle changes between the heaven and the earth .

This is great temptation.

It is also a deadly trap.

Mu Yi saw the thin shadow of the mustard flower flying towards those small lamp-like spots of light.

The small lamp emitted a hazy light with a hint of light blue.

No matter who sees it, they will rush over desperately like moths to a flame, wanting to see it clearly.

At this moment, these "little lights" seemed to come alive, flying up from the stone wall and rushing straight at the mustard flower.

At this time, Mu Yi is still trapped in the illusion.

He couldn't tell whether it was true or false, true and false, all of this had indeed happened before, when he was exhausted physically and mentally, those "little lights" took advantage of it.

Mu Yi's back showed the original shape of the big tree.

The green and transparent branches and leaves, he stretched out his hand and touched the wooden doll. For a moment, he felt as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The astrolabe started to rotate rapidly, and in his dantian, there was a gray filament entwined in the cloud of emerald green psychic liquid, which was the thing that confused him unknowingly.

Now that it's found, it's easy to solve, Mu Yi wrapped the filament with psychic liquid, planning to refine it later.

His originally sluggish spiritual consciousness also regained its flexibility.

I saw the mustard flower hanging in mid-air.

At this moment, Mu Yi could see clearly that the whole space was filled with a kind of filament.

They were all spit out from the creatures that resembled "little lights" on the stone wall.

This "little lamp" doesn't know what it depends on for a living. It lives in the deepest part of the ground, and over time, it has gradually developed such strange abilities.

Mustard Flower struggled desperately, chopping and slicing the bone fragments in its hands, but they looked slender and weak, and the wind blew them to pieces and they couldn't do anything about it.

The filaments are extremely tough, the more you struggle, the more filaments wrap around your body, and gradually, the mustard flower is bound into a rice dumpling.

Mu Yi's figure swayed, and as soon as he raised his hand, a wind blade was thrown out.

He wanted to save Mustard Flower, but he couldn't just watch Mustard Flower die before his eyes.

The wind blade roared and slashed at those filaments, like swinging on a swing, the filaments stretched in the air with the castration of the wind blade, and in the blink of an eye, the wind blade was removed.

This was completely beyond Mu Yi's expectation.

The next few wind blades still had no effect.

He was a little embarrassed, the flexibility of this filament was beyond imagination, Mu Yi recalled the various five-element spells recorded in the Hua Yuan Jue, although he is a wood attribute and not proficient in spells of other attributes, but now he doesn't care up.

Those filaments pierced Canola's body, and I don't know what method was used, so that Mustard's already unstable spirit body gradually began to collapse, becoming more and more blurred.

The blazing flame burned in Mu Yi's hands, and Mu Yi frowned slightly. This is the "Flame Absolute" recorded in the Hua Yuan Jue. If a monk with the fire attribute practices it, even gold and stone can be melted.

Mu Yi only felt as if he was about to be roasted dry. While manipulating the flames, he slowly walked towards the mustard flower.

Those filaments seemed to touch the ice of the sun, and they all melted into spring water.

Maybe it was because of the hot air around, those "little lights" were on and off, and after a while, they were all turned off, and the whole space became invisible.

The mustard flower was thrown to the ground.

Being entangled by those filaments for so long, both his consciousness and cultivation have been greatly damaged, and now he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

Mu Yi collected all those filaments on the ground, very thin, soft and tiny.

This space is quite large.

After the "little lamp"-like creatures disappeared, the field of vision fell into darkness, but after a while, some phosphorescence appeared on the stone walls.

Mu Yi walked over gently, and touched those stone walls with his hands, the tentacles were gentle, but he didn't know what kind of material it was.

Just when Mu Yi was about to cut it off with a bone knife and take a closer look, Mustard finally woke up.

He floated up and stumbled to the stone wall.

He lifted up the piece of broken bone and smashed it up, throwing the broken stones into his mouth while smashing.

But he was just an unformed spirit body, this behavior of eating Hesai just let those stones pass through his body and then fell out.

After a while, a pile of gravel powder was accumulated under his feet.

Mu Yi holds the cut stone in his hand, and is about to move with the astrolabe, as if he can't wait to have a big meal.

Without the drive of Mu Yi, it flowed with the astrolabe by itself, turned into a white liquid object, flowed to the palm of his hand, wrapped the stone, and after a while, the stone disappeared completely. Only some dross remained.

Mu Yi looked at the reckless eater and the astrolabe, and took a look at the situation inside the body, but there was nothing strange, except that the spiritual power suddenly increased a lot.

Could it be that this unremarkable stone, like the spirit stone in his hand, also contains a lot of heaven and earth spiritual energy?

This discovery made Mu Yi's heart tremble slightly like Gu Jing's.

He immediately chipped off a large piece of stone from the stone wall, and rushed up happily with the astrolabe. In an instant, his spiritual power was restored to its best state.

It is inconceivable that such a small piece of stone actually contains such a huge spiritual power. Compared with the top-grade and top-grade spiritual stones in the outside world, it is probably not far behind.

No wonder Mustard Flower wanted to come here so desperately, and I don't know how he found out that such a huge amount of "spiritual stones" were buried under the corpse of the ancient spirit beast. As long as he made good use of it, his erratic spirit body could Get firm in a very short time.

Mu Yi and Jie Hua occupied a corner each, and began to practice silently.

Those little lamp-like creatures have never appeared since the first day, and I don't know if they were frightened by the fires, or what. In short, they hid deeper in the darkness, spying on the two intruders. By.

Because now he has abundant spiritual power, Mu Yi no longer begrudges, and releases a white protective shield generously.

With the astrolabe in hand, the speed at which he can absorb spiritual power from the stone wall is astounding.

In just a few days, he dug a small hole in the stone wall.

Fortunately, there are not many "spirit-like" mineral deposits, and there may be a huge mineral vein in this place.

Even the remains of ancient spirit beasts were left here, and no monks had been here for many years, so this place was sealed for thousands of years, until Mu Yi came here by chance.

I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune.

At least, for now, this discovery gives Mu Yi some hope.

The day of condensing the golden core is just around the corner.

Formation of alchemy is not something that can be achieved in a short while. Except for those heavenly wizards, other monks need enough time, the help of pills and utensils, and some monks even have the help of high-ranking elders to take a look. Break through this difficulty.

A [-]% success rate determines that most monks will stop before this level and will never be able to advance further.

This is also the same as everything in nature. The number of plants and insects that constitute the basis of the material world is the largest. On top of it, there are a large number of invertebrate organisms. After further evolution, vertebrate organisms appear, standing at the top of the pyramid. Not only are the numbers of these creatures much smaller, but even the environment they need to survive has relatively harsh requirements.

long process.

Practice without moving.

The entire process of congealing the golden core may take several years to complete.

During this time, not only a large amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy is needed, but it is also taboo to be disturbed by others.

In this desolate space, although the danger is much less than that of the outside world, one cannot take it lightly, lest all previous efforts be wasted. After all, he is not working hard for himself, but also for the rebirth of the wooden doll.

So Mu Yi didn't immediately enter the state of forming alchemy at the beginning.

Instead, he took out a jade slip of refining equipment, and after reading it hastily, he took out the "filament" and a piece of rhinoceros horn of an ancient spirit beast in his hand, and let the astrolabe refine it over and over again. with.

This is also because there is sufficient spiritual energy as a backing, otherwise, no monk would dare to waste it like this.

After a long time, he finally made what he needed.

This is a simple set of instruments.

Not only does it have a certain degree of defense, but the filaments shot out from the magic weapon can also serve as an early warning, which can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

When he did this, Mustard Flower, who had been practicing quietly over there, opened his eyes and floated in front of him, tilting his head, as if he didn't understand what his action meant, and he even stretched out his I touched the filament with my hand, but was pulled by the extremely sensitive filament with a "pop".

Mustard flower looked at this scene dumbly.

He looked up at Mu Yi.

He looked much more flexible than before, and even the expression on his face, which was still a little fuzzy, began to change, which also means that his intelligence is getting higher and higher, and maybe in a short time, he will be able to Become a true spirituality.

However, Mu Yi just doesn't care about this.

No matter where the evil spirit in his body came from, Mu Yi had already decided that as long as he could successfully form the alchemy, he would spare no effort to find a way back.

As for the mustard.

Just like a weed on the side of the road, the world has its own arrangements.

Mu Yi arranged this magic weapon around her body, closed her eyes slowly, and entered a long period of retreat.

This is something he has never done.

Except for some people who go to extremes, other spiritual practice is to go with the flow, their cultivation level is not so clear-cut, and it is very rare for someone like Mu Yi to break through forcefully, so he does not have any experience to learn from. You can only rely on yourself, slowly groping, if you make a wrong step, you will be lost forever.

Mu Yi is very careful.

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In the cultivation without any other distraction, time passes by negligently like a white horse passing through the gap.

There are almost endless "spirit-like stones" to supplement the spiritual energy in the body, and this practice will make you no longer have any scruples.

Day by day, year by year.

Beauty and bones, but also a momentary breath.

One day, this space was still dead silent, gusts of wind raged past, and the blazing sun shone straight down, putting everything in the world on the grill.

Suddenly, with a certain place as the center, the space twisted, black clouds overwhelmed the top, bursts of lightning and thunder, and the wisps of spiritual energy within countless kilometers around were all crazily concentrated towards a certain place. Above this place, A huge vortex slowly but irresistibly absorbs everything around it.

This mutation lasted for a long time before the vortex slowly dissipated.

Everything is at peace.

Only there was some movement at the remains of the ancient spirit beast.

With a flash of a figure, Mu Yi has already walked out of the cave.

At this time, it has been ten years since he retreated. He finally condensed the golden core half a month ago. After continuing to practice for more than half a month, the newly condensed golden core stabilized before he walked out of the cave.

A life that has not seen the light of day for ten years.

When I first stepped out of the cave, I still felt a little uncomfortable.

Mu Yi turned to look at Mustard Flower who followed him out of the cave.

Under the glare of the sun, the originally translucent figure of the mustard flower has now completely solidified, and even a shadow appeared at his feet.

It's just that it's still pale and thin, and its facial features are just ordinary, just like that unremarkable bunch of mustard flowers.

I don't know what method he used to force down the fierce aura hidden in his body, so he still barely maintains his sanity, but this state of not being sure when he will go crazy is also It's quite worrying.

After ten years of being together day and night, even though the two of them are actually animals, there is still some friendship between them.

At this time, Mu Yi saw that the timid mustard flower was still tenaciously alive on the bone of the ancient spirit beast. Mu Yi originally thought that the mother's body should have withered long ago, but unexpectedly, they are still alive and well.

Mu Yi looked at the mustard flower indifferently, and then at the man beside him, feeling a little bit concerned.

I don't know how many deposits of this "spirit-like stone" there are.

Those creatures lurking in the darkness, who were originally very hostile to them, gradually got used to their existence, and one by one they lay back on the stone wall, emitting little lights like fireflies day and night, flickering and extinguishing, This place where you can't see your fingers is a little variable and angry.

Mu Yi took the wooden doll out of its original shape, held it in his hand, and groped for the uneven notches with his fingers.

He is hesitating.

He has already practiced this "rebirth technique".

Ever since he condensed into the golden core, he has also tried to find a way out. After searching in every possible way, he finally sensed a space crack in a vortex of a strong wind.

But the crack in space is not a path of beasts, you can walk as you want, as long as you pay attention to whether there are wild beasts around you, this is a place where the dead are close to death, full of various variables, and with his ability, he can only barely try That's all, there is no guarantee that you will return to the original place safely.

And he didn't want to take any chances at all.

So Mu Yi took out the wooden doll, and planned to rely on these "spirit-like stones" to regenerate the little tree. With the spiritual wisdom of the little tree that day, it must not be difficult to practice transformation.

Such a calculation.

Mu Yi put the wooden doll in the palm of his hand, clasped both hands, closed his eyes, the green light flickered on his body, and a wave of energy rushed into the wooden doll.

There are also some white liquid objects in the middle, which Mu Yi doesn't know.

Three feet away from him, Mustard Flower, who was sitting upright and practicing, opened her eyes as if she had sensed something.

Mustard Flower tilted his head, seemed to be a little confused about the innocence of the world, but with a bit of evil and cruelty. He stood up and walked over quietly, as if he wanted to see clearly what this strange tree demon was doing.

This tree demon is usually very wary of him, not to mention getting close, even if he steps within a week of him, he will look at him with clear eyes. For some reason, he feels a little guilty and dare not approach him again.

But today is different, this tree demon is obviously doing something, and his cultivation base has improved a lot in the past few days, maybe he can really break the magic weapon that guards him.

Mustard Flower didn't understand why she did this?

This place is vast, but empty and lonely. It is better to have a tree demon by his side, not to mention, the tree demon helped him when he transformed into a form, as the old saying goes The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring, and if he doesn't say repaying his kindness, at least he can't harm the tree demon, right?

But that's what he thinks rationally, but there is something in his heart that is scratching his heart and lungs, making him almost lose control.

The tree demon said that he had a vicious aura in his body, and told him not to get mad when he was practicing. He knew it in his heart, but what could he do if he knew it?As soon as that fierce aura approached him, he felt at ease and comfortable. After a long time, he couldn't tell what he was like.

He is a mustard flower.

Small but tenacious.

The inconspicuous ones can be seen everywhere, but the blessing of heaven and earth made him take shape.

There must be a reason, he thought.

Mustard Flower leaned over and touched the Magical Artifact placed beside the Dryad.

Those extremely sharp filaments were pulled towards him, he quickly took a few steps back, and with a wave of his hand, those creatures that he called nematodes stuck on the wall were pinched in his palm and thrown out. The filaments "snapped" through the nematodes, stringing them all together.

Canola looked at these dying nematodes, the tails were still flickering, and suddenly became happy for some reason.

He finally found out where the restless emotion had come from for a long time.

He wanted to kill, to taste the feeling of life being destroyed in his hands.

It was like a nematode overflowing with juice in his palm now.

Mustard Flower was dealing with those filaments, while slowly approaching the tree demon.

Just as he was about to lean over, the tree demon opened his eyes.

The wood in his hand was carefully held as a treasure.

On that, a bud grew.

The spores grow up slowly, and a young leaf blooms.

Swinging to a natural beat.

The stems and leaves follow the ups and downs and grow up slowly.

One inch, one inch.

The green leaves stretched out in the tree demon's palm.

The greenness hurt Mustard Flower's eyes.