'Shen Nong...' followed suit and walked to the [Hidden Spirit Tombstone]. He, who was always very open-minded, looked at this hundred-foot-long ancient monument and remained calm.
There was no rush or shrinking, showing the calmness of a 'wise man'.
I saw him swaying all over, and the pattern of 'stars' suddenly appeared in his eyes, as if there were stars all over the sky, bathing his body. He pursed his lips, spoke slowly, and said: "[Breath Condensation Technique"
】.”
"Buzz, buzz..."
A green avenue appears.
Suddenly, life bursts into life!
[Tiangong] In the gaps on the ground, weeds gradually sprouted.
Not only that, but green plants seemed to be growing on the wall in the distance.
In just an instant, the withered [Yunding Tiangong] turned into a lush green one.
With the movement of his robes.
From the depths of his eyebrows, nearly a hundred totems of 'herbs' suddenly flew out, each one so golden that it was so dazzling that one could not open his eyes.
Not to mention these foreign races, even the old man was shocked by the scene before him.
Of the nearly a hundred 'herb' totems, none of them are duplicated?
There are even many things that it has never seen before. To collect so many 'herbs' and refine them into totems is no less difficult than refining a hundred avenues...
After these 'totems' flew out.
It lingered on Shennong, and suddenly, a sudden change occurred, and the originally heavy aura disappeared into nothingness at this moment.
If he wasn't still in everyone's sight, he might have subconsciously ignored this person.
"What...does he want to do?" 'Xian Qiong' frowned and said with a vigilant expression.
"Maybe he wants to hide it from the outside world, and use the aura-condensing technique to deceive those senior heroic spirits..." 'Demon Oyster' sneered, and instantly saw through the other party's intention.
"What a courage."
Xian Qiong said ‘Huh!’: “I will go over now and expose him.”
"Why are you panicking..." Demon Oyster rolled his eyes, and quickly grabbed it to transmit the message, saying: "This old ghost has made it clear that he doesn't want to see us, and no one in the [Psychic Society] can suppress him.
Now you rush over in a hurry, if I label you as a troublemaker in the assessment, and then take the opportunity to expel you from the [Psychic Society], you will have no place to cry."
After hearing this, 'Xian Qiong''s face suddenly changed. He didn't dare to say anything that he wasn't afraid of, but he was unwilling to do so and said, "Is it just like this, just watching it get away with it?"
"Just wait and see, those 'heroic spirit' seniors are not fools." Mo Oyster said.
‘Xian Qiong’ frowned.
Although he was worried that this [Mao] clan would get away with it, after being reminded by the oyster, he did not dare to rush forward rashly. He could only stand there and wait impatiently.
"..."
In front of [Zangling Tombstone].
'Shennong...' exhaled, and after seeing that his blood and breath had converged, he slowly raised his wooden staff.
I remember what 'Ying Zheng' said, the test of these heroic spirits is not how powerful their skills are, but the weirder and rarer they are, the higher the evaluation they will get.
After hesitating for a moment, he decisively raised the wooden stick and said in a heavy voice: "[The Art of Rejuvenation]."
boom!
A circle of vitality ripples out.
The old man who was nearest opened his eyes even more: "What... is this technique?"
Strictly speaking, it is just an aura, and it suffered heavy losses during the rebellion of the [Psychic Society].
How can such an old illness, an injury beyond the ninth level, be cured so easily?
Even if you take pills, the effect is minimal.
But at this moment, bathing in the "Shen Nong's" [Rejuvenation Technique], it actually feels like the injury is recovering bit by bit.
After a brief internal look.
It dares to conclude that this is not an illusion...
My injuries are really recovering bit by bit.
What kind of talent is this? It’s incredible. He deserves to be a descendant of the ‘Human Ancestor’.
Suppressing the shock in his heart, he turned to look at the [Hidden Soul Tombstone] not far away, with a flash of ridicule in his eyes: "What about the 'heroic spirit'? Most of your injuries should be more serious than the old man.
This kind of method can cure everything. If you don’t believe it, you can still endure it.”
[Tombstone] Top.
The clouds and mist are still billowing, and the breath of [Rejuvenation Technique] has not dissipated.
With the lessons learned from ‘Ying Zheng’, even though it was more than fifty years old, there was still no scruple on the faces of these aliens.
Anyway, in their view, no matter how outstanding these [Mao's] achievements are, they cannot become true disciples.
This is also the news that 'Xian Qiong', 'Magic Oyster...' and others learned from the heroic spirits' transmissions.
Otherwise, how can we dare to be sure?
These [Mao] people don’t want to become true disciples?
"Already...sixty breaths, right?" A foreigner muttered in shock.
"A bit perverted!" someone else responded.
But Shen Nong frowned: "Is this... absorbing my [Rejuvenation Technique]?"
"Are all of them injured..."
He is not a fool!
Now that he knew the details of these 'heroic spirits', how could he selflessly help them recover? With a thought, he decisively took back the immortal essence before the [Rejuvenation Technique] had passed seventy breaths.
Such an action made many heroic spirits in the [Hidden Spirit Tombstone] startled.
They have existed in [Tombstone] for hundreds of millions of years, and they have seen countless examiners. This is probably the first time that someone has taken the initiative to evacuate.
Feel the fluctuations in the soul power of those heroic spirits within the [Tombstone].
The smile on the face of the 'old man' became even stronger. In comparison, it liked these descendants of the 'human ancestors' even more.
Leaving aside Ye Xiu, when the [Psychic Society] was at its peak, except for the 'Human Ancestor' lineage, who from other races would not laugh at it when they saw it?
Even if it doesn't matter.
But there are always joys and sorrows, right?
The 'soul power' fluctuations in the [Hidden Spirit Tombstone] are getting stronger and stronger, reaching the point where even the aliens in the distance can feel it.
'Xian Qiong''s eyelids twitched wildly a few times, and he said with some worry: "This... this bastard from the [Mao] tribe, is it possible that he will succeed? If he also becomes a true disciple, how can we target other people?"
Well, it’s not that easy.”
Not just it.
There was also a nervous expression on the face of the 'Demon Oyster', and its fists were clenched so loudly that it kept ringing, and it didn't have much confidence in this regard.
He could only bite the bullet and said: "The heroic ancestors of my [Demon] clan secretly transmitted messages that these descendants of the 'Human Ancestors' are not welcome in the [Psionics Association].
And there are no heroic spirits of their lineage in the [Hidden Spirit Tombstone]. There will definitely be no heroic spirits who will accept them as true disciples. Perhaps... maybe it is this guy's technique that makes many heroic spirits interested, and it is really time to make a decision.
When that happens, no one will pay attention to him.”
"I hope so." 'Xian Qiong' swallowed his saliva and said nervously.