Ye Junlang looked at the scene in front of him. The corners of his mouth were a little stiff, and he stood there motionless. Looking at the man in front of him, Yipeng, a word came to his mind involuntarily - Condor Hero!
However, this is the golden-winged roc in front of me, not an eagle, so why not change it to the magic roc hero?
Ye Junlang suddenly came back to his senses and thought that he was still in the mood to joke at this moment. This only meant that he had been in a very relaxed state since the appearance of this mysterious old man.
It feels like being in the back garden of your own home, very relaxed and comfortable.
The problem is, such feelings and emotions shouldn't exist.
This mountain looks so extraordinary, shrouded in a sense of mystery, and some places contain great dangers. I should be highly vigilant. Why did I have such a relaxed and joking attitude just now?
This can only mean that he was affected invisibly.
All of this started when this old man appeared. In other words, this old man invisibly affected his mentality?
Thinking of this, Ye Junlang was really frightened. He couldn't see what the old man did, but he could feel that he was invisibly affected at that moment.
The key is, who is this old man? It's really scary that he appears so silently.
Ye Junlang had previously wondered whether there would be an antique here, but his wish came true. A living antique appeared just like this. He really didn't want such a response to every request.
At this moment, I suddenly saw an antique small wooden barrel in the old man's hand. The golden-winged roc held a branch in its mouth. This small branch was as green as emerald, and then there were drops of crystal on the branch.
Drops of water like dew fell drop by drop on the wooden barrel in the old man's hand.
After a while, the old man wetted his fingers with water drops from the bucket and sprinkled them drop by drop on the ancient tree that looked like a horned dragon, as if he was watering the ancient tree.
Ye Junlang looked a little confused and thought, is this watering? How many drops of water are spilled?
Logically speaking, wouldn't it be better to directly water buckets of water from mountain streams?
Those streams are comparable to spiritual liquid. Wouldn't it be better to use them to water this ancient tree that is suspected to be the Enlightenment Tree?
Just when Ye Junlang was thinking about it, suddenly——
"Where are you from, little friend? If nothing happens, why don't you come forward and help me?"
Very suddenly, such a voice suddenly sounded in Ye Junlang's mind.
Ye Junlang was stunned. The voice in his mind seemed very ancient, with a sense of vicissitudes of life, and the words he said were also ancient words, but for some reason Ye Junlang understood the meaning.
This is similar to Taoist language. Even if you don't understand the ancient language, people can understand its meaning.
Ye Junlang took a deep breath. He couldn't tell the depth of this old man. In fact, he knew that with this old man's ability, crushing himself to death would be about the same as crushing an ant to death.
Such an old antique is probably from the same era as those supreme beings in the forbidden area. Before I entered the realm of gods, I am afraid that in the eyes of these people, I am really no different from an ant.
Therefore, now that he was discovered, Ye Junlang did not act timid. His nature has always been free and uninhibited, so after hearing this, he smiled and said: "I have important things to do and I have to venture into Mengze Mountain.
It's extremely disrespectful to come uninvited. I just saw the old gentleman and didn't dare to disturb him any more. Since the old gentleman asked me to do you a favor, why not?"
Having said that, Ye Junlang really walked forward and walked into this pure land.
In fact, if it hadn't been for what the old man said just now, he would not have dared to walk into this pure land rashly. Even the Blood Phoenix Fruit he encountered before was growing on the top of a slope that looked like a strange tomb. This enlightenment tree was so extraordinary.
, is the Pure Land where one can step into casually?
I don’t dare. Since the old man invited me, it will be no problem to enter this pure land. At least there will be no danger for the time being.
If the old man wanted to harm him, with his ability to invisibly affect his own mentality and emotions, there was no need to do anything unnecessary.
Sure enough, Ye Junlang was fine all the way to the old man's side.
As he got closer, Ye Junlang noticed that this old man had white beard and hair, but he looked kind and kind-hearted, without any hint of senility. Instead, he had a rosy complexion and looked energetic.
The old man chuckled and said, "Just help me carry the barrel."
As he said that, the old man handed the barrel in front of Ye Junlang in an airy and dexterous manner.
Ye Junlang reached out to catch it. When the old man let go of his hand, Ye Junlang stumbled suddenly and almost fell to the ground.
At that moment, he felt that what he was holding in his hands was not a barrel, but a mountain!
An unimaginable weight collapsed, like a hill pressing his body to the ground.
"drink!"
Ye Junlang shouted violently, his Nine Yang Qi and blood surged, and long dragons of Qi and blood rose into the sky.
At the same time, a green-gold radiance bloomed all over his body. The green dragon's golden body had reached its peak, and the blue dragon's destiny was also stimulated. The shadow of a big blue dragon stretched across the void, revealing its divine power.
Ye Junlang almost burst out all his green dragon power with both hands, and then he could hold the barrel, and his knees that were bent under the pressure slowly stood up straight.
The old man glanced at Ye Junlang and nodded, seemingly approvingly.
The old man walked to the other side of the ancient tree. Ye Junlang was so suppressed that his face turned red. It can be said that if it were not for the golden body of the blue dragon, the weight of the barrel would have crushed his body and bones.
Ye Junlang's Jiuyang Qi and blood surged crazily, and all his Qinglong power exploded. He slowly moved his steps. Every step he took was like walking up a mountain. It was really difficult. He almost wanted to
Neither can bear it.
But Ye Junlang still relied on his own energy and unyielding fighting spirit to move forward slowly step by step, and finally reached the old man's side.
It was only four steps forward and backward, but to Ye Junlang, it seemed like an unreachable distance that had taken a long time to come across.
The old man didn't say anything. He put his hand into the barrel, picked up some water and sprinkled it towards the ancient tree.
As the old man touched a few drops of water, Ye Junlang suddenly felt that the barrel he was holding became lighter, as if hundreds of kilograms of weight had been removed.
Ye Junlang was stunned. He realized a problem and suddenly lowered his head to look at the water dew in the barrel. There was very little water in the barrel. If measured in drops, there were probably more than a dozen drops.
Immediately, a thought popped up in Ye Junlang's mind - Could it be that the weight he felt was due to the dew?
What kind of dew is this?
One drop weighs several dozen kilograms?
This is definitely not "water" in the ordinary sense, right?