However, this feeling is also very boring. Even if the mind is immersed in the practice of practicing time, the long journey of seeking the Tao is definitely a test for the mind and mind.

Qing Ling stood up, walked out of the Thousand Years Stone Room, flew out of the waterfall and sank into the small pool, leaving all her clothes, cutting her skin close to water, and a slight cool touch contained the spiritual energy of the Xishan veins, washing away the dust of the body for thousands of years.

Soaked in water, the spiritual energy soaks the bones of the body and penetrates the tendons and veins, which is really comfortable.

Under the pool, a giant python floated out, wrapping Qingling's body back and forth.

Qing Ling touched the ghost's snake skin and said with satisfaction: "Yes, the thousand-year-old water vein is nourished, but he has the strength of the middle-stage Earth level."

You is the first great puppet he refined, and it was also refined by Grandma Hua Geng borrowed the divine power left by the first generation of the clan leader to become a substitute puppet for tribulation!

He was chased by Venerable Mo Chan back then, and it was You who activated the power of substitute to survive the tribulation and endured a killing blow for Qingling.

This is the only function that You can play now, which is to get a knife for him, or you will die with one knife. Mo Chan's attack back then made You Wen take three hundred years to recover.

Every time he goes out, as long as he steps out of Xishan, Qingling will definitely bring You with him just in case. After all, he may be the only one who cherishes his life the most in the entire Xishan.

After soaking in the pool water for a night, Qing Ling got up on her shore, dripping from her flawless body, flowing from her forehead to her cheeks, then slid along the perfect jawline through the raised Adam's apple, along the lower delicate collarbone, or dripping on the extremely tough thin muscles, along the vest line, across the slender legs, dripping onto the flowers and plants.

With his arms spread, his mind moved, his blue shirt naturally slid over him. He was dressed neatly in just a short breath. The Mitian rope automatically flew up and tied a knot behind him as before, leaving two long green silk hanging beside his hair.

Qing Ling was relaxed all over and smiled, with endless spring between her eyebrows and eyes, and there was an indescribable charm between her heroic eyebrows.

This smile took the place where he stood as a dot, and the grass was wavy and bloomed continuously, and the grass was greener and more abundant.

He could sense the love of these flowers and plants for him, because he was the God of Supplementary Spring. If the spring is not revealed, he is the God of Spring, and he will be in charge of the spring preface in the world!

Now, the winter season has passed, and the spring season has arrived, and his clothes have turned red and turned blue.

Qing Ling inspected the flowers and plants in the valley and found that most of them were more spiritual than before. At this moment, there were spiritual grass and spiritual trees everywhere in the prehistoric world. Except for the innate plants and trees, no one would care about these acquired spirit grass.

But he will care because of the responsibility.

Qing Ling stretched out his hand and drew several paths in the void. Green light appeared. Five roads appeared in the valleys covered with green grass. There were no flowers and plants on the roads. Then he raised his sleeves and raised the water of the pond. Thousands of gravels flew out under the pond. The spirit stones that had been buried in the Linghu water for tens of thousands of years were paved into roads.

These spiritual herbs are contaminated with his spring spirit, and there is nothing to see for thousands of years, but there will be great supernatural powers in millions of years, and maybe in the future it will be a spiritual herb that is hard to find in the world.

After Qing Ling finished all this, he walked along the path to a spiritual herb with nine leaves, touched its green leaves, and felt the joy of this herb for him.

"I'll try it out for you, it's just going to make you suffer, little guy."

After saying that, Qingling stood up, her left eye closed with her glazed color, her right eye opened, and her pupils with a faint black light became terrifying in an instant. This nine-leaf spiritual herb reflected in her right pupil. In just a short breath, the grass gradually faded away, and the spring withered, and this grass was about to decline and die out.

When he broke through the Heavenly Level, his right eye was activated and he had been practicing and never tried the power of this technique. His right eye could turn into life into death, which is the poison of vitality, invisible, colorless, formless, and tasteless. Anyone who looks at his right eye will die out and be reincarnated into death!

Qing Ling opened his left eye, and his right eye caught the faint light and returned to normal. He looked at the withered nine-leaf clover, stretched out his index finger, and a drop of bright red blood flowed down his nails and dripped onto the nine-leaf clover.

In an instant, the withered and about to die were resurrected, and the feeling of spring was regained.

His blood of the Spring God has an extremely powerful breath of vitality, which is extraordinary and can control the poison of the right eye's vitality.

But if it is the sorrow of the right eye, the poison may only be solved by the left eye of vitality, but now his talent for left eye has not been found yet.

However, Qing Ling smiled with satisfaction. After touching the nine-leaf clover, soothing the grass's fragile heart, he turned around and walked out of Baichun Valley. He was in seclusion for more than a thousand years. He should go out for a walk to avoid being isolated from the world.

Of course, Qing Ling's steps only stayed on Xishan. He would never take a step out of Xishan easily, and he would never say he was timid and afraid of death.

Qingling walked up the Xishan Mountain Road. Most of the tribesmen they met were from the same class as the Tianjie tribe, but there were only a few tribesmen they met. At most, the familiar old man called him Xiaoqing and asked a few ordinary words.

When Qing Ling walked for several hours, he finally arrived at a vast land on the hillside. Here, there was a huge huge tree with a large body that was extremely thick and ten feet in a row. The crown covering the sky and the sun covered the sky and covered the sky with a total of three thousand radius of sky.

And on the lush tree, there was a terrifying giant python that was nearly a thousand feet long, covered with brown and green spots, and from a distance it looked like a thick vine.

Qingling walked to the tree, bent down and bowed respectfully, and said, "Qingling greeted the beast Zhanmu."

As soon as the words came, the sleeping giant python slowly opened its eyes, and the huge snake walked between the branches and leaves, rubbing against countless green leaves on the trees. For a moment, the blue leaves were everywhere in the sky, like green rain, and the mountain wind blew and shook Qingling's clothes and long hair. The sky green trees were green pythons, and the green leaves stood in green shirts, making an indescribable scene of fairy beasts.

"oh?"

The giant python did not react for a moment, and extended the huge snake head to Qingling, then said: "The foundation is so deep, it is not a loss that there is a powerful force who has taken action to build the foundation of Taoism."

Qing Ling looked at the snake head that was nearly a hundred feet tall and was less than one meter away from him. The snake head could swallow him in with just one mouth. Then he took two steps silently and smiled and said, "The big beast of the wooden priest is wise."

The giant python naturally noticed Qing Ling's small movement, was very anthropomorphic and disdainful. He took back the huge snake head and said, "What are your little snakes afraid of? If I really swallow you, that old girl Hua Geng, won't have to settle the score with me? Besides, if I really want to swallow you, can you escape?"

Qing Ling still smiled on her face, not believing in the old guy's words at all.

This python was an ancient strange beast subdued by Daluo Jinxian, the first generation of Xishan clan leader, and could not cultivate magic power or transform into human form. It only had extremely powerful physical strength and strange and mysterious talents.

After the first generation of Xishan clan leader fell, although this python still had to guard the spiritual land for the Xishan snake clan because of the Daluo Daoban, and even used his talents to perform secret divination techniques for the clan, this python also ate snakes. Over the past ten thousand years, there have been more than ten heavenly ranks, and the earthly ranks were hungry and swallowed by this python.

This python is definitely a nightmare for all the small snakes in Xishan, because the clans of the ancestors have used this python to scare naughty snakes who do not listen to the clan’s instructions.
Chapter completed!