"Could it be that the heart of the giant tree is here? Or is it this desert?"
Zhang Changkong was very interested in the big tree with its roots spreading into the void. If those three-legged villains hadn't talked nonsense, it would be a plant that even the two sacred beasts could do nothing about.
Although that plant may take hundreds of millions or even hundreds of millions of years to grow to have that kind of power.
However, in Zhang Changkong's opinion, the growth process should be accelerated. How could those three-legged villains compare with Zhang Changkong? Those three-legged villains did not provide any convenience for the growth of the big tree, and they kept dragging the big tree behind. leg.
What's holding you back?
Countless three-legged little people live in the forest of single trees, and all kinds of living materials are not obtained from the big trees.
If the big tree was obtained by Zhang Changkong, it would be impossible for a mortal to touch the big tree arbitrarily. Moreover, Zhang Changkong would also use various formation methods to assist the growth of the big tree.
"The most valuable thing about that big tree is that it can provide the foundation for sanctification." Zhang Changkong thought of this and sighed slightly in his heart.
Even if it could provide the foundation for sainthood, it would most likely be suitable for a wood attribute cultivator, which would not be suitable for an earth attribute cultivator like him. Moreover, even if it was suitable, Zhang Changkong would not choose a big tree as the foundation for sainthood.
Because the saints of the human race all have their foundations attached to the wonders of heaven and earth. No matter how magical the big tree is, it cannot compare to the wonders of heaven and earth. Unless Zhang Changkong has a brain problem, there is no way he can become the weakest saint. It does not matter if his combat power is at the bottom. The key point is The question is whether he can become a true immortal in the future.
Therefore, Zhang Changkong just wanted to plant this big tree. Not to mention its own magic, Zhang Changkong was very satisfied with simply being able to defeat the power of the holy beast.
"Well, there is another point. After becoming a saint, you may not be able to show up in the Black Mirror Continent at will. Although I don't know what the status of the holy class of the intelligent race is in the camp of the God of Time, but the God of Time has malicious intentions towards the intelligent race. It is very possible, not only the God of Time, but also other gods in the Black Mirror Continent." At this time, Zhang Changkong was glad that he did not go to the camp of the God of Time, otherwise, the God of Time would do something to him. , and will no longer be able to fly out of its Five Fingers Mountain.
This is not only true after becoming a saint, but also at this time, one cannot be too high-profile, lest it cause unnecessary trouble.
Of course, alien races still have to fight. Zhang Changkong will not respect all intelligent races just because he saw the epic struggle history of an alien race, nor will he have the idea of sharing the same hatred with the enemy.
His purpose this time was to collect and refine various special tools and materials for ancient beasts. After scraping in the Liuguang Domain for thousands of years, he finally gathered the materials for the "Bone Crushing Needle". The materials for other tools were far away. Zhang Changkong could only think that There is no corresponding material for the boundary of the streamer domain.
If the Flowing Light Realm doesn't have it, then he'll have to seek help from outside. This time, he won't give up until he achieves his goal. The death of foreign races is not within his scope of consideration.
"However, these alien races can resist the invasion of the ferocious beast race, which means they can withstand the ancient beasts. I don't know whether the steel king's fighting ability is enough." Zhang Changkong flashed this thought, and then his spiritual consciousness spread out, and the entire underground ruins were Scanned by him.
There were many remains of three-legged villains in the underground ruins. Those remains turned into ashes when his consciousness touched them even slightly.
"It seems that this is where the little three-legged people brought by Shu Xin were transferred. After all, these little three-legged people did not survive." Zhang Changkong thought, these three-legged people thought that the big tree was the warmth of their family. Home is a warm harbor.
Unfortunately, the recovery of the heart of the tree requires infinitely more energy than the growth of the big tree, turning this area into a rotating desert, not to mention that even the vitality of the world has become extremely thin. If the three-legged villain family of escapees did not have The transfer has probably turned into nutrients for the heart of the big tree.
Zhang Changkong found many stone carvings recording text in the ruins. These stone carvings are most likely the inheritance of the three-legged villain clan.
If the general alien race or even the human race in the Flowing Light Domain discovers these cultivation inheritances, they will be ecstatic, because this is the inheritance left by a race that once had a saint-level existence. There are probably not many intelligent races in the Black Mirror Continent that can possess such high-end knowledge. inherited.
However, Zhang Changkong was indifferent. His immortal cultivator inheritance pointed directly to the fifth step of cultivation, which was equivalent to the realm of divine beasts. Seeing these crude inheritances, he didn't even think of translating them.
Although the three-legged villains have had glorious moments, the years of their clan's existence may not be as long as one hundred thousandth of the human race in the Morning Light Continent. The inheritance of cultivation and the inheritance of immortal cultivators are not at the same level.
However, although Zhang Changkong was not interested, he still put it away.
The human race of the Flowing Light Realm is his foundation. Even the inheritance of the Immortal Cultivator's real-life realm cannot be completely spread in the Flowing Light Realm. The subsequent inheritance will probably be more difficult, so the cultivation of the human race of the Flowing Light Realm will probably need to come out of their own style. The legacy left by these losers is also a good boost to the human race in the Flowing Light Domain.
After Zhang Changkong put away the stone carvings in the ruins, he took a look at the worthless ruins and turned around without destroying them on the spot.
Zhang Changkong put his hand on the sand, and the law of life began to plunder the few vitalities in the sand.
After a while, Zhang Changkong withdrew his hand and flew in one direction.
After flying for a certain distance, Zhang Changkong landed on the ground again, his hand touched the sand, and the law of life started...
Three months have passed since Zhang Changkong repeated this action.
He did this in order to discover possible tree hearts in the spinning desert.
According to his idea, the heart of the tree should be constantly moving, but no matter how automatic it is, the gathering point of vitality must be centered around it.
Sure enough, Zhang Changkong discovered that there was a weak flow of life in the sand layer of the desert. Zhang Changkong kept moving forward according to the direction of the flow of life.
The big tree grown from the heart of the tree is also a sacred object in terms of power. For a sacred object, Zhang Changkong can't afford it, let alone three months, even thirty years, so Zhang Changkong doesn't care at all. in a hurry.
The size of the rotating desert was unknown, and Zhang Changkong kept wandering around in it. Slowly, two years passed.
On this day, Zhang Chang put his empty hand on the sand and activated the Law of Life.
"Um?"
Zhang Changkong's indifferent expression changed slightly, revealing a long-lost smile.
He discovered a place with huge vitality, and his law of life could not rob that place of vitality.
Soon, Zhang Changkong's figure sank into the sand.
Zhang Changkong looked at the green tree center in front of him, which was only the size of a house, and frowned slightly, "Isn't this the heart of that big tree?"
He knew that the size of the heart of the big tree shown in the portrait was no smaller than that of a ferocious beast, and the heart of the tree in front of him did not match that at all.
