Chapter 1167: Civil integration

Shrugging at home, subscribing, subscribing, subscribing, the old money opened his mouth, and he leaned forward, like a big bad wolf.
Cobbled on this pinhole-sized hole.
"First a bit of Tricolor Zhima's blood. Anyway, this kind of spiritual thing will heal the wounds in a while.
To some blood, it's just one size smaller.
When the time comes, we will share with Lao Fang.
Anyway, this thing was grabbed by himself, Fang Zhengzhi, I don't know how big this three-color Zhima is.
Even if he saw it more than 20 years ago, the body shape of this three-color Zima has changed? "
Well, sour and sour, this is the smell of wood, sweet and fishy, ​​this is the smell of earth, it is hot, this is the smell of fire.
This tastes really good.
On a whim, the old Qian took another two breaths.
An indescribable feeling. It immediately spread to the whole body, as if every cell, every blood cell, every meridian in the whole body, being swept by this feeling, burst with unimaginable vitality.
Then he extended his finger a little.
Tricolor blood stopped immediately.
That's it, three-color Zhima. Immediately wilted a lot.
There is no more liveliness of the jump just now.
Immediately, both the villain and the pony started to breathe.
The old money, who was about to do his work, couldn't be right.
This villain, and the little horse, were not panting, but swallowing, swallowing with this strong desire.
Through the old money, you can see the eyes of wood's innate rules.
Countless dust-like things walked through the rock formations.
These dust-like things seem to be virtual and real.
Some are like pink neon, and some are like cyan clouds.
Dispersion is like the sky of stars, and the mighty like waves of water.
Hard rocks and sand, as if they could not block these colorful, dusty things.
In front of these colorful, dust-like things, it seems that everything is transparent, a kind of dust.
This is willingness?
The power of faith in the world. Is it this kind of power?
If he had not comprehended the fragments of the innate rules of the Wood Element, the old money would not have the ability to see this kind of power.
If this is the power of faith, then what they believe in should be the main god, then this power of faith should be like a certain kind, through a thin line, continuously converge to the main god, how can it be lost in the air? .
Old Qian was blessed to his soul for a while, and he also learned the appearance of the three-color Zhima. With a swallow, he bit a small half of a cyan whisk floating by his side.
It looked like a little bit of a green willow.
This inexplicable feeling melted in the heart of the old money.
He felt that this feeling seemed to merge with his soul instantly.
This is the hope for the growth of all things, a strong hope.
It is hoped that a large amount of food will grow on the land of Celestial Earth as before.
Time, the god's house in the old Qian's mind, the golden core composed of countless soil mountains in his dantian, seemed to have a flash of inspiration.
Yes, it was a flash of inspiration, as if to respond to this kind of induction.
The old Qian's heart moved, and he immediately took a bite away.
Immediately, he swallowed all the strength of the willow-like willow.
Then, let the strength of your wish enter your body.
Immediately, the aura induction that seemed like a white horse passed through the gap was born again.
Native plants, plants nourish everything.
suddenly. Old money has this feeling.
This is the best way of heaven and earth.
but. Before taking the blood of the three-color Zhima, and before absorbing this kind of energy, the land in the brain palace, the golden core composed of countless mountains and soil, seems to have no such feeling.
Naturally, all the innate rules collected by Old Qian during his travels poured out of his body, toward the land in the divine palace in his brain, and fell toward the surface of the golden core.
The efflux, like a rain, a green rain.
Whether it is normal innate rules, or against innate rules.
The land in the mansion of God. The land on the surface of Jindan, with its all-encompassing generosity, silently accepted these wooden rules.
At this time, the old money had swallowed nearly ten strands of floating aspirations.
Within close range of the place where the old money sits, there is no longer any desire to float.
Old Qian suddenly became anxious.
Seeing the voice of prayer above, it became louder and louder. Obviously, it was time for Yingtian to pray.
Moving at this time, it should not be noticed.
Old Qian thought, his figure moved.
In the rock layer that has become harder than diamonds due to the prohibition, chasing away toward a ray of red aspiration nearby.
Like a big fish, chasing its own food in the water.
These recommendations. Not only the number is huge, but the most rare thing is that they all have the same hidden desires.
They all hope that the growth of plants and food on the planet Earth will return to normal.
After all, even with different minds. On this point, it is consistent.
They are all a minority in the upper part of the pyramid.
Ordinary people and low-level monks are their foundation.
Once the masses starved to death in large numbers.
The lower monks are bound to
Therefore, the pure aspiration of so many masters at the same time, the will of which is close, is simply unattainable.
Maybe you find a place where there is no one in the wilderness, where there is plenty of aura, and you will cultivate for a lifetime, and you will not encounter it, get it!
And without the blood of Tricolor Zima, it acts like a "catalyst".
Ordinary monks at the level of Lao Qian, no matter how much they absorb, they may not be able to spur corresponding changes in the Shenfu land and golden core in their bodies.
The so-called good time, place and people refer to the situation of old money.
Qibao Tricolor Zhima, a huge and pure aspiration, is indispensable for cultivating underground, no one dares to disturb.
Without anything, it is difficult to make progress.
It wasn't until he swallowed more than a hundred strands of aspiration power that the old money felt that after swallowing the aspiration power, the inductive inspiration produced by the golden core and the land in the gods disappeared.
At this time, the old Qian understood the role of the three-color Zhima," allowing the elemental power in the body to become more active and tolerant after contacting the power of the three-color Zhima.
In this way, the elemental powers of different lines are better integrated.
Without hesitation, the old Qian grabbed the three-color Zhima that had recovered a lot, stab, and sucked twice, and then took another shot of the wound.
Immediately, when he absorbed the strength of the wish again, the feeling of agility in the body returned.
Sure enough.
The old money chased, swallowed, those pure aspirations.
Unknowingly, the inverse rules that spilled on the surface of the rune mansion and the surface of the golden core had fallen completely, and all merged into the soil on the surface of the mansion and the mountains and soil on the surface of the golden core.
The land on the surface of the gods and the rocks and soil on the surface of the Jindan gradually changed.
It looked as if nothing had changed, but the old money knew that these soil and rocks were now full of life.
There is an extra bright color.
It is the bright color that looks like a very fat black earth.
At a glance, people know that countless lives will be born from this soil.
Patches of emerald green appeared on the rocky soil on the surface of the gods, as well as the mountains and soil on the surface of Jindan.
At first glance, the surfaces of the two seem to be covered with a fine blanket.
These greens grow rapidly and grow into grasslands full of flowers.
Grow into shrubs, grow into forests.
It seems that in just half a cup of tea, it seems that several years, decades have passed.
These grasslands, flowers, shrubs, and even forests withered, withered, and even fell.
Their bodies quickly turned into dust--brown, black dust, full of fertile dust.
Immediately afterwards, there was another green carpet covering the land of the gods and the surface of Jindan.
Then, it turned into a squeezed, black, soil full of life.
An understanding arose in the old Qian's heart. This is the process of fusion between the power of the earth element and the power of the wood element.
In a flash, the long green line stretched out from the gate at the foot of the mountain and extended to the side of Pope Wright. As soon as the green light collected, it revealed the slender sword light with six willow leaves on the back, like wings. The middle-aged monk gently fanning.
His face is slender and elegant, like an elegant middle-aged scholar.
In his hand, he was holding a human-shaped object, and the whole body of this human-shaped object was bound to death by dozens of constantly flowing green light.
Can't move.
Your Excellency, this person is not an ordinary stone demon, but a mountain demon!
In Tianyangxing, there is absolutely no such monk.
It must be a monk on the plane of Pangyan.
No wonder the two of Baiyu couldn't hold him. "
The elegant middle-aged scholar ~EbookFREE.me~ said respectfully to Pope Wright, but in his words, he pleaded again for the two Baiyus.
"Liu Xuangeng, the two of them, if only they could be like you."
Pope Wright waved his hand, but Liu Xuangeng knew that by doing so, the Pope had forgiven Bai Yu for their incompetence.
"You interrogate him carefully, and then prepare carefully. He has signaled the plane, I am afraid that his strong support will be back in a few days.
I hope that his support will be completed after the Yingtian blessing ceremony
come"
Pope Wright said with compassion.
"Hey, I'm afraid you are hoping for strong support from the God of Giant Rock, come now.
It just so happens that you can push all the weird plants on the planet Earth this time on them. "
The elegant middle-aged scholar Liu Xuangeng sneered in his heart.
I have been working with Pope Wright for a long time. For this Lord, what kind of temper is he?
Seeing the scapegoat descending from the sky, this Lord's heart is probably full of laughter.
As the largest ceremonial blessing ceremony on the heavenly earth in ten thousand years, it was originally going to be held for seven days and seven nights.
However, on the third day, Pope Wright gave an order to better serve the people on the planet Earth.
Yingtian prayer ceremony extended to nine days and nine nights.
No cultivator had any opinions, and based on their cultivation level, even if they stood for half a month, there was no problem.