I saw the green liquefied into a crystal-like green bead, which slowly slid down the veins on the leaves, and finally gathered on the rhizomes, and then gradually penetrated into it.

Han Li stood up straight and put away the small green bottle. The originally curled leaf petals returned to their original state as Han Li left.

The whole tender green buds did not change at all, but occasionally a breeze blew, and the two leaf petals trembled slightly, and then it seemed as if nothing had happened before.

Han Li was not in a hurry, staring at the small tree bud without moving, his eyes flashing slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Time passed little by little, and Han Li's expression did not change at all, and he always maintained a calm look.

I don’t know how long it took, but Han Li’s expression moved slightly.

I saw a flash of light on the leaves, a strange pattern lit up, and then gradually spread out, and in the blink of an eye, the entire tree buds were covered with.

This pattern is not the same as the veins of the tender leaves, but it looks a bit familiar.

After watching for a while, Han Li suddenly clapped his hands and murmured: "Why is it so similar to the time Taoist pattern?"

However, this pattern only lasted for a few breaths, and soon the pattern on the leaves disappeared.

But Han Li frowned, his eyes flashed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

These two-life trees were planted by Mu Yan, the eldest disciple of the Master Miluo of Zhenyan. Could it be that when he was cultivating, he also used some method to give this tree the power of the law of time? Or is these two-life trees originally something containing the law of time?

So what happened to him using this tree to survive the evil disaster?

Or, is it just a false story?

After thinking for a long time, Han Li was unable to draw an accurate conclusion in the end, so he had to shake his head and give up.

No matter what, it is always a good thing that the remaining roots of the two-born tree sprout and rebirth.

In the following time, Han Li stayed in the park for another half a day. After checking the growth of many other spiritual medicines, he left the spiritual medicine garden. After stepping out of the silver light gate, he went straight back to the bamboo building in the pond.

Tihun had been sleeping for a long time and showed no sign of awakening. So he did not go up to the second floor again, but sat down on the first floor.

After sitting quietly and breathing for a while, Han Li flipped his palm and took out a piece of top-grade purple sun warm jade and held it in his hand.

He slowly moved the immortal spiritual power into the warm jade, and a purple light immediately lit up on the jade body. After it shone, it dyed the entire bamboo building purple.

Han Li was in this, and felt warm all over his body. A feeling of extreme comfort emerged from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, making him intoxicated, and he felt a little unwilling to wake up.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and took back the immortal spiritual power, and the Ziyang Nuan Jade also recovered as before.

"This thing is indeed extraordinary. It is so beneficial to the soul. It's no wonder that the guys in the Black Weasel City are willing to take risks for this thing... If this thing is used to assist in practicing magical skills, it may be twice the result with half the effort." Han Li showed a look of surprise on his face and murmured to himself.

After saying that, he raised his hand and threw it gently, and the purple sun-warming jade flew into the air and hovered over his head.

Han Li then pinched the magic formula with both hands and silently recited the fifth level of the magic technique in his mouth.

I saw a crystal light slowly poking out from the middle of his eyebrows, twisting in the void like a spiritual snake, and then suddenly rushed up as if he had discovered some prey and plunged into the purple sun warm jade.

Nuan Yu shook slightly, and the purple light on it lit up again, but it did not shine as brightly as before. Instead, it only lit up a light of more than ten inches in size, barely obscuring the void above Han Li's head.

Within the purple light, there seemed to be a misty purple smoke, and there seemed to be a little crystal light. It looked like a purple nebula, which looked quite dreamy.

Han Li was covered by this purple nebula, and his expression immediately became soothing. Flashes of insignificant spiritual fluctuations rippled around his head, like water marks, one circle larger than another.

...

Time is like water, the sun and the moon are like shuttles, and another five years are gone in a flash.

In the Huangliang Domain, among the undulating green mountains, there is a mountainous town that is almost isolated from the world.

At dusk, smoke began to rise on the roofs of every household in the town. The farmer who was returning late led a single-horned green cow back from outside the town and was walking down the wooden archway at the entrance of the street.

On the street paved with bluestone in the middle of the town, many demon children with two ends and four arms were chasing and playing back and forth. Some sturdy demon wives were standing not far away, chatting about their parents' affairs, while occasionally glanced at their children.

If you fall or bump, you can't help but complain and help them up.

A little guy who looked very smart was about to jump onto another companion who was a few years older than him, he suddenly saw two figures reflected in the sunset under the archway outside the town and walked into the town.

The town is not big, and the people living here are all the same ethnic group, so the child recognizes them at a glance as two strangers, and he doesn't feel afraid. Instead, he looks at the two of them curiously.

Both of them had only one head and two arms, and they looked nothing like the people in their town. They were a little unpleasant, but the clothes they wore were so beautiful, with various patterns he had never seen before.

One of the two had an ordinary-looking young man. Seeing that the child was looking at him, he immediately grinned and smiled at him. The other man with white hair always looked silent and expressionless.

The two of them came from the Shenqiu Realm to Han Li and Shi Chuankong.

When the child saw that he was peeping, he immediately looked away, but soon couldn't help but look over.

Han Li, wearing a green robe, had a stronger smile in his eyes when he saw this. Didn’t the second lancet who saw his third uncle look like this demon child?

"Brother Shi, I thought that the people of the demons were born to be cultivators, but I didn't expect that they would still exist like ordinary humans. This mountain village town is hidden in this Baxia Mountain Range, and it really feels like a paradise." Han Li withdrew his gaze and said.

"People of all races in the holy realm are born strong, and the most common ones have an average lifespan of three or four hundred years. However, not many of them have the qualifications to practice. Unless everyone can do the body refining, not everyone can and are willing to practice." Shi Chuankong glanced at the people in the town and spoke.

"That's true. But what kind of race is the people in this town? Judging from their bloodline, they don't seem to be weak, and they don't look like ordinary demons." Han Li nodded and said again.

"In the holy realm, let alone some higher races, some inferior races do not value bloodlines, so there are a lot of random marriages. When bloodlines are impure, it is sometimes difficult to tell which race they are. The people in the town in front of me seem to have pure bloodlines, but I have never seen them anywhere else in the holy realm, and I can't tell them for a while." Shi Chuankong frowned and said.

While talking, the two had already passed through the playful children. After the curious look of the women and farmers, they came to a small tea stall in the center of the town and sat down.

The owner of the tea stall was a hunchbacked old man with loose hair. After giving the two a pot of tea, he turned around and returned to the house without even saying a word to Han Li and the others.

"The refining of Taoist soldiers is about to reach the last moment, and there is no way to go, so I can only delay some time here." Han Li took a sip of the tea in the black pottery tea bowl, and unexpectedly felt sweet and spoke.

"It's okay, I don't have to hurry to go back for a while. It's better to stop and stop. Although the spiritual energy of this Baxia Mountain Range is average, the demonic energy is far thinner than that of other places. Brother Li is suitable for refining Taoist soldiers here." Shi Chuankong glanced at the black pottery tea bowl, did not drink it, waved his hand and said.

When Han Li heard this, he was about to speak, but suddenly felt the earth under him shaking. He quickly stood up and brought up the teapot on the table and his tea bowl.

The tea bowl on the other side of Shi Chuankong fell to the ground with a "bang", and the tea water spilled all over the floor.

Before the two of them could figure out what was going on, they heard the children on the street running and shouting excitedly: "Run the mountain, run the mountain... Grandpa of the mountain god moves his nest..."

When the two of them looked at the women over there, they were as stable as Mount Tai, and they seemed to be commonplace. They had no expression of fear at all, and they didn't even shake their bodies.

The violent tremor of the earth lasted for more than ten breaths before finally stopping.

Han Li sat back and put the teapot and tea bowl back on the table.

The bench where Shi Chuankong was originally sitting was wet with tea, so he changed his seat and sat on Han Li's left.

"Is this an earthquake just now?" Han Li said in confusion.

"I didn't notice any unusual fluctuations, it should be an earthquake..." Shi Chuankong nodded and said.

Before the two of them finished speaking, another violent tremor came from the ground.

Han Li did not get up this time, pressing the corner of the table with both hands, the wooden table that was already "squeaking" as if it was about to fall apart was stabilized again, and even the tea in the tea bowl did not cause any ripples.

Such repeated earthquakes were intermittent and repeated, and only after repeated incidents occurred dozens of times, finally stopped.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the hunchbacked old man then carried a dim lantern and hung it under the low eaves, and then leaned over to pick up the tea bowl that had been broken before.

When the hunchbacked old man stood up, the two previous guests were gone, and there was only a black magic stone the size of a little finger on the table.

The old man looked around and saw no signs of the two men. Then he took the table with his hands and pushed the magic stone into the pocket of his clothes.

On the mountain road outside the town, Han Li and his two looked a little stiff, and they were even hurriedly walking under their feet.
Chapter completed!