In the wind and snow, Wu Tian followed Luo Hui in a daze.
Just because of Luo Hu's words: "This is for you, Pangu's heart, don't think about it anymore."
Wu Tian kept thinking about one sentence all the way: "Brother wants to give me Huang Zhongli? Big brother wants to give me Huang Zhongli..."
Back at Mo Luo's Blessed Land, when Luo Hu asked Wu Tian where he wanted to plant the seeds, Wu Tian hesitated.
In the end, his answer was beyond Luo Hu's expectation: "The main peak of Zhong Mo Luo."
After saying these words, Wu Tian let out a sigh of relief, as if he had put down a huge burden.
Luo Hu asked with his eyes.
Wu Tian chuckled and said, "My little Tianfeng, I have to get everything with my own hands."
Is this really the case?
Luo Hu didn’t believe it.
Wu Tian didn’t believe it either.
If that was the case, why would he be in a trance all the way?
But that's his decision.
Because he hoped that this innate spiritual root, the best in the world, could suppress his eldest brother's luck.
"Brother, I will choose the place. Where can I find Tu? After you go into seclusion, I will take care of Huang Zhongli!"
Wu Tian ran up to the main peak of Mo Luo.
Luo Hu was slightly absent-minded, and he also thought of the reason.
He looked at the young man running in front and was moved in his heart.
What he actually wanted to say was: "I have the Black Lotus, and I also want the Four Swords of Killing Immortals, but you have nothing."
But he still didn't say this.
He watched the young man happily choosing a site, busily moving soil, and digging holes seriously.
What could he say.
"Brother, let it out, let it out!"
The young man's eyes are full of stars, black and white are clear.
At this moment, he was very pure and clean.
Pure happiness, clean smile.
Luo Hu raised his hand, and the yellow plum fell down and landed in the hole dug by the young man.
It took root when it fell to the ground and grew in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it became a big tree, black on the ground and yellow on the sky. The avenue surrounded it and the atmosphere was hidden. Only then did Wu Tian clearly see the true appearance of this innate spiritual root, like a ginkgo in autumn. The tree is much bigger and more dazzling, with nine fruits the size of a fist, each with double shadows, as many as nine layers.
The sky and the earth are dark and yellow. The sky has nine layers and the earth has nine layers. They fit in with the great road. No wonder the great road follows them like a shadow.
Wu Tian swallowed his saliva.
Luo Hu said, "You have taken too much divine water of life."
Wu Tian felt guilty for no reason.
"Wait for a while." Luo Hu said again.
Wu Tian nodded hurriedly.
"After I retreat, you can come here to enlighten me. It will be beneficial."
Wu Tian nodded, Luo Hu had already told him about going into seclusion.
After all, if you fight against Dao Ancestor, you will definitely gain a lot.
In this matter, Wu Tian did not dare to disturb him at all.
Wu Tian hesitated again and again, but still asked in a low voice: "Brother, what if you go into seclusion and the tree escapes?"
Huang Zhongli was shocked, and a flash of yellow light came, almost knocking Wu Tian off the mountain peak.
Luo Hu snorted coldly, raised his hand and blasted a demonic energy, and Huang Zhongli became exhausted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
And the tree trunk is covered with magic patterns.
Luo Hu said in a cold voice: "Don't forget, he is also your master. If you dare to be presumptuous, I will erase your intelligence."
Huang Zhongli was trembling, as if begging.
Luo Hu turned back to Wu Tiandao: "Don't worry."
Meaning: Don't worry, it can't escape.
"That's good, that's good!"
Wu Tian was afraid that as soon as his eldest brother went into seclusion, the first innate spiritual root would escape on his own.
He was miserable then.
Luo Hu inspected Wu Tian's cultivation, gave him some guidance on cultivation, and then went into seclusion.
Wu Tian also returned to his Xiaotianfeng, which was the name Wu Tian gave to his hilltop.
There is no other meaning, it just sounds good and sounds good.
Your mountain must have a name, and you will have it when you have an idea.
It's that simple.
Wu Tian started planning, selecting sites, dividing soil, and planting trees in Xiaotianfeng.
Finally, he planted the green mulberry seeds in the southeast and the laurel seeds in the northwest. The two were in the east, west, south and north, echoing each other from a distance without competing for the wind or taking away the whole thing.
Wu Tian was very satisfied.
As for the middle, Wu Tian plans to build a house. It doesn’t need to be too big, but it has to be adequate.
