white speed space
Wearing a long green skirt, she sat on the ground, with wisps of white smoke seeping out from her fingertips, curling towards the Yanyin Grass and Shadow Grass suspended in front of her.
The two spiritual grasses are slowly shrinking visibly to the naked eye. The leaves of the Shadow Grass transformed into light black buds, and the stems and vines of the Shadow Grass disappeared into the smoke.
Two sesame-sized seeds, one black and one yellow, appeared in front of everyone.
The white forehead was covered with thin beads of sweat.
Yang Zhen was surprised by what she saw and couldn't help but ask:
"Why not just use their seeds?"
The little fairy grass sniffed and did not explain. She turned her hand over and two transparent green liquid droplets wrapped the seeds respectively.
Yang Zhen smelled the rich fairy spirit in it.
The surface of the droplet ripples in waves, causing the seed in the middle to sway slightly, like a fetus sleeping peacefully in its mother's body.
However, if you look closely, you will see that the droplets in front of you are like a deep ocean, setting off waves after waves, constantly scouring the surface of the seeds until they gradually melt.
Finally, they turned into dark green and yellow-green droplets respectively.
Yiyi's expression was solemn, his hands kept playing several finger gestures one after another, and then he held each other's palms together to bring the two droplets together.
Take a deep breath, then spread your hands into a hug, and wrap the drop of liquid in the center again.
"The energy of chaos." She said suddenly.
The tone was urgent, as if these words took a lot of effort.
Yang Zhen quickly placed her palms between her eyebrows, and instantly a large amount of chaotic energy poured into the girl's body.
Xiao Xiancao's frowning eyebrows relaxed, the energy of chaos flowed everywhere, and the fatigue all over her body was immediately relieved.
Then wisps of white smoke came out again. The droplets rotated rapidly in the white mist, and the mist became thicker and thicker. Eventually, the droplets could no longer be seen clearly. All they could feel was that there were masses of black stuff inside, and water vapor was constantly escaping outwards.
Slowly, the black color gradually solidified, and the water vapor stopped evaporating. A wisp of breeze blew by, completely dispersing the remaining smoke.
A black grain, about the size of a broad bean, with countless black bumps densely packed on it, an extremely ugly thing appeared in the air.
Yiyi let out a long sigh of relief, her expression showing both unconcealable malaise and inner satisfaction and joy.
"Successful," she smiled slightly and asked, "How long has it been?"
"Almost twenty hours," Yang Zhen replied: "Fortunately, this is in Baisu space, converted to outside time, it is only more than an hour."
"We are still in the stone house, Lord Kang is still questioning Qing Xiaoling." He pointed at the black thing and asked curiously: "Could this be the seed of the new spiritual plant you mentioned?"
"Of course!" Yiyi looked radiant, smiled and said a few words, then carefully twisted up the seeds, and said proudly: "This is the first spiritual plant that this fairy has made after being reborn! Well, it just looks a bit ugly. .”
"This thing has both the hiding ability of the Shadow Grass and the spreading power of the Evolving Seal Grass. From now on, let's call it 'Evolving Shadow Grass'!"
"When this thing grows up, can it avoid the consciousness of the transformed spirit?" Yang Zhen's face was full of disbelief: "I feel that its aura is only the fourth level!"
If the dignified God-Transforming True Master cannot feel the existence of a fourth-level spiritual plant in the magic weapon that he has refined, this would be too much to look down on the God-Transforming.
"Of course not now," Yiyi rolled her eyes and said angrily: "Won't this fairy continue to let it advance? Humph!"
"How many levels do you want to upgrade to?" Seeing Yang Zhen's deflated look, Zhao Yue'er couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, and took over the conversation for him.
"Eighth level." Yiyi said: "According to the division of your cultivation world, Transformation God is considered a sixth-level monk. This spiritual grass must be at least two levels higher than him. Only then can he completely hide his whereabouts and not become a monk. The divine monk senses.”
"After some time, when the shadow-evolving grass sprouts, I, the fairy, must continue to use my methods to catalyze it into an eighth-level fairy grass!"
Level seven and above can be called fairy grass.
"Immortal grass?" Zhao Yue'er asked in surprise: "Can the eighth-level fairy grass transform into a human being?"
You know, Youyou changed from a shadow grass to what it is now when she was at the fourth level.
"No," Yiyi shook his head and said, "Whether it is spiritual grass or fairy grass from the fairy world, it has evolved over a long period of time from the generation of spiritual wisdom to the transformation into human beings. It absorbs the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth, and collects the sun and the moon. The essence of it accumulates over time and subtly, and in the end it takes a little bit of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to give birth to a trace of spiritual essence and achieve enlightenment and become an immortal."
These conditions are indispensable.
For example, the wishful stick in Yang Zhen's hand is made of jianmu. This is also an extremely rare sacred tree in the fairy world. It is an unknown level higher than ordinary fairy grass, but it is still just a sacred tree. Yiyi enlightened one of the branches, and it was just this branch, not the whole tree, and his own wisdom was born, and he became the stick he is today.
Of course, there is also the great magical power of the immortal family, which can turn countless spiritual grasses into human beings in an instant, lifelike, but in the end, it is only a temporary firefly. Once the magic disappears, these spiritual herbs will turn back to their original forms, and some will even burn out their lives.
Zhao Yue'er knew little about these things before, but it wasn't until she heard Yiyi's explanation that she suddenly realized it.
"But..." Yiyi glanced at Yang Zhen, curled her lips again, and a blush appeared on her face:
"Catalyzing spiritual plants requires the energy of chaos, lots and lots of it, countless amounts of chaos energy."
She raised her head, rolled her dark eyes a few times, and calculated: "At least ten drops of chaos energy must be poured into it."
"Ten drops!" Yang Zhen exclaimed!
Remembering back then, both he and Mu Zixue had been searching hard for a drop of Chaos Energy for many years. After going through many twists and turns, they finally achieved their wishes.
Now it’s actually ten drops at a time!
but……
It doesn't seem that difficult.
Yang Zhen's mind was spinning rapidly: Ten drops equals a billion silk. With his current golden elixir realm, and Zhao Yue'er who is also at the same golden elixir realm, or if he cultivates both clothes and clothes once, the chaotic energy derived from them is around 450,000 threads.
Two people, that’s 900,000 silk.
One billion silk, that is, eleven hundred days.
If it were in a white speed space with sixteen times the time flow rate, it would only take about seventy days.
From today to the end of the competition, there are almost three months. Calculating this, the time is still plenty.
"Time is not abundant," Yiyi seemed to see what he was thinking, and continued: "After Yanyingcao reaches the eighth level, I still need some time to lead it to the outside world and gradually wrap it around the entire stone house. This time cannot be too short, it should be about twenty days, otherwise it will alarm the True God Transformation Lord."
"Based on this, wouldn't three months be very compact?" Zhao Yue'er frowned and hesitated, "Then do you still want to return to the sect?"
According to her and Yang Zhen's plan, after investigating Qing Xiaoling's situation, if time permits and the rescue is not delayed, they will return to the sect. Yang Zhen has always been concerned about Zixue's situation, and has many puzzles about the current situation of the sect. The answers to these can only be found by returning to the sect.
But now...
"From now on, we will all stay in the little bluestone, in this Baisu space, and we won't go anywhere until we rescue Xiao Ling!"
Yang Zhen made a decision.
…
In the stone house, Kang Changqing was asking questions, and the man's instructions came again from the sea of consciousness:
"Master Kang, leave the wine bottle to Miss Xiaoling, and then leave!"
"Yes!" Kang Changgui responded silently and breathed a sigh of relief.
This mission is finally over.
There was still half a pot of spiritual wine left in the wine pot. After handing it to Qing Xiaoling, it did not arouse any suspicion. Kang Changgui stayed for a while, made some concluding remarks, and left the stone house.
Mr. He had been meditating attentively. When Kang Changgui said goodbye to him, he just nodded slightly without raising his eyelids.
After Kang Changgui returned to Qin's residence, he lingered at the residence of Yang Zhen and Zhao Yuer for a long time. He asked for permission several times but received no response.
After a few days, he finally understood that the two people had left.
Did they just ignore that little girl?
He was so worried that he couldn't help but send a report to Her Majesty the Queen, telling the story of this incident. He received a reply a few days later, which contained only three words:
"knew."
It seems that I am too busy.
Presumably they had given up since they knew that the Avatar was personally guarding it!
he concluded. This matter was gradually forgotten by him.
Days passed like this day by day, until the first day of September, which was the last day of the Eastern Territory Competition, the day of the championship and runner-up finals, and also the day of the grand ceremony where the ancestor of the gods was about to appear and receive thousands of monks. Finally -
coming.
(End of chapter)
