Chapter 690 Entering the world of the divine tree, Uncle Green's hometown
Looking at the appearance, Qin Yang couldn't tell what kind of sacred tree it was. At the end of the ancient times, all the surviving sacred trees were destroyed for various reasons. The only ones left in the world today are at most some sacred trees used as wood.
A living sacred tree represents far more than just resources.
If the powerful people in the wilderness knew that there was a sacred tree in the remote depths of the void, where ordinary people could not find it, and that it could survive in the void, then there might not be any need for him to do anything.
With this kind of huge benefit, Qin Yang can easily pull out a team of one hundred and eighty strong Dharmakayas. After returning to the wilderness, he can shout casually, but any force with some ability will definitely not let go of this kind of thing.
Monks in the Great Wilderness specialize in plants, and their skills belong to wood. They are extremely rare. Until now, the only ones that can be seen are basically plant cultivators and spiritual farmers. In the final analysis, people with this kind of talent are better than others.
How little?
Definitely not, because there are too few suitable resources. Ordinary sacred trees have become treasured materials. Most of the so-called sacred trees spread in the wilderness are actually branches of branches of sacred trees...
As for the tree cores of top sacred trees with names, such top treasures, I have never heard of them at all.
The Great Ying Dynasty occupies the best territory in the wilderness. Emperor Ying has collected countless treasures, and there has never been any record of such a treasure.
But Qin Yang just wanted to think about this. There was a huge sacred tree in front of him, and he didn't have the ability to cut off a bit of the tree's core.
Since the lair of the Ugly Beast is here, there must be many creatures living there.
Qin Yang thought for a while, hid his figure, and slowly approached.
After getting closer, I could roughly see clearly that the sacred tree itself should only be tens of thousands of miles away, but the range covered by it is hundreds of thousands of miles. Coupled with the colorful halo surrounding the sacred tree, the range is even larger.
Expand it several times more.
Qin Yang quietly sneaked in and truly experienced what it means to run to death in Wangshan Mountain. After flying for two hours, he felt as if he hadn't moved. Everything he saw basically didn't change much.
Suppressing his anxiety, he continued to float slowly towards the sacred tree. A few days later, when he saw a meteorite passing by, he bumped into the sacred tree, but was caught in the halo first and began to steam up.
The divine light is like a colorful prominence, rolling around the meteor and then falling into a colorful halo.
And some small and slow ones that occasionally appeared did not cause anything.
Seeing this scene, Qin Yang naturally floated over. Those colorful haloes were obviously not just good-looking. Meteors with a diameter of a hundred miles had become a fan in the blink of an eye. He didn't want to be involved in such a comparable event.
In the mighty things of heaven and earth.
After drifting slowly for a month, after seeing the sacred tree, I entered the cloud layer surrounding the sacred tree.
After entering here, Qin Yang felt that there seemed to be breathable air around him, and the spiritual energy was also incredibly rich. He took a gentle breath, and his face changed slightly. The real energy he had consumed before was restored to a large amount.
cut.
The spiritual energy here is essentially a level higher than that of the Great Wilderness, and the concentration of spiritual energy is higher than that of most places in the Great Wilderness. Maybe some weak monks of the Great Wasteland cannot survive here.
The essence of spiritual energy is high, and the concentration is also high. This is a good thing, but if it is too high, it may not be a good thing. A weak monk may refine spiritual energy faster than the speed of natural absorption of spiritual energy. The final result is to be brought alive by spiritual energy.
Drown here.
Qin Yang frowned slightly and his expression became serious. The previous caution was worth it.
The creatures that can live here must be naturally adapted to the environment here, just like fish adapt to water. If you put them in the wilderness, they may "die of drought."
But similarly, if a creature adapts to this place and can improve itself through practice, the possibility of becoming a strong person will be very high.
At least in this environment, it would definitely not be difficult before Dao Palace.
Similarly, an overly favorable environment makes it very easy for them in the early stage. In the later stage, when they need more insights than resources, it will be more difficult for them to advance.
In other words, creatures in the realm below the Dao Palace will be very common, but above the Dao Palace, the proportion will plummet, and the possibility of a Dao Lord appearing is much smaller than in the Great Wilderness.
Every step of practice is a foreshadowing for the subsequent practice. Monks in the wilderness need to start from mortals. Those who practice qi must first nourish their qi, and those who practice body must first strengthen their bodies. Especially the latter, but they will suffer a lot.
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In the current environment, Qin Yang felt that it was impossible for mortals to appear, not even those in the Qi-nurturing realm. To adapt to the environment here, he must at least start building a foundation.
Possessing the power of foundation building since birth, but lacking at least two realms of practice, is a good thing for ordinary monks, but for the strong, it is a shortcoming that can never be made up for.
Just entering here and not finding a place to stay, Qin Yang has already roughly speculated on the composition of the creatures here, the proportion of strong people, whether there will be top strong people, etc...
The results of the deduction are pretty good. If it were easy for Dao Lord to appear here, Qin Yang would not want to go in.
Now is not the time when I was still young, when newborn calves were not afraid of tigers, and they didn't even know what a titled Taoist meant, yet they dared to dive headlong into it.
Following the clouds, falling bit by bit, the spiritual energy here is still actively pouring into Qin Yang's body, constantly refining it into true essence, and pouring into the eyes of the sea. Qin Yang's own body is basically
If you don't leave it, let the spiritual energy seep in by itself, which is considered to be replenishing the inventory and consumption.
After sneaking in the clouds for most of the day, I finally saw the indigenous creatures here, strange beasts with huge wings, emerging from behind a huge leaf that stretched for thousands of miles, swimming away into the distance.
Qin Yang landed on one of the giant leaves that was somewhat broken. The veins of the leaves were like raised ridges, and traces of many living creatures could be seen. It seemed that there should be many kinds of living creatures here.
After stepping over pieces of broken giant leaves, we continued deeper. As soon as we rounded a giant leaf, we were immediately blinded by the dark brown breath from behind.
Qin Yang's face quickly lost its luster, and small flowers began to bloom on his body. After the dense petals fell off, Qin Yang took a step back and looked ahead with lingering fear.
I was careless, and I never thought that this kind of spiritual energy, which is extremely rich and has unfathomable vitality, would actually contain something poisonous under the sacred tree.
Looking at it at this moment, I can see the steam below, and I can vaguely see the main trunk of the sacred tree like a pillar of heaven. Below is the root system of the sacred tree. The fallen leaves fall to the bottom, decay into mud, and turn into nutrients again.
, absorbed by the sacred tree.
That dark brown smell is produced by the decaying leaves. It not only contains terrifying poison, but also contains the vastness of the sea of death.
Those dead energy are the nutrients of the sacred tree.
Seeing this scene, Qin Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.
This sacred tree definitely comes from the ancient underworld. Among all the sacred trees, only those that once took root in the ancient underworld can eat meat and vegetables. Even the power of death can be absorbed as nutrients.
Just looking at it from a distance, Qin Yang did not continue to go deeper, but changed the direction. The fallen leaf fell, and the death energy it exuded after decay was more than that emitted by a strong man after his death.
Much.
A fallen leaf may not be as good as the death energy that Emperor Yin had at the time, but it has been accumulated here for who knows how many years, far exceeding the death energy that Emperor Yin exuded in the table paintings.
He changed the direction and continued to move forward, wandering among the fallen leaves and huge strange-shaped branches. In this world that was like a maze, but huge and unusually huge, so far he had not seen any living beings with complete intelligence.
I didn't see the tiger-headed monsters who arrived first.
After wandering for a few days, Qin Yang finally saw traces of a building on a huge branch thousands of miles thick after crossing a giant leaf. Even though it was very simple, it looked like a man-made building.
Continuing to move forward along the traces, not long after, I saw a large building complex at the junction of the branches and the thicker branches, and some humanoid creatures could be seen inside.
Qin Yang looked at the creatures that looked like humans from a distance and opened his mouth slightly.
"Oh haha..."
His head is bright, his skin is green, his body is full of vitality, and he wears clothes tanned by bark.
At first glance, I thought I saw Bai Li’s Uncle Green here.
Qin Yang observed them carefully for a long time. The more they looked, the more similar they became. The more they looked, the more they found no difference.
Qin Yang was quite shocked. It turned out that he had gone astray before.
He had always thought that Uncle Green's appearance was due to something wrong with his practice, or a problem with the technique itself, or that it was stronger this way, or maybe Uncle Green himself liked that look.
It seems that I have heard nonsense from someone before, and I still believed it at that time.
Unexpectedly, Bai Li's Uncle Green actually looked like him. He was not a human from the wilderness at all.
In other words, he is indeed a human race, but he is not a human race of Dahuang bloodline.
I'm afraid this is Uncle Green's hometown.
Qin Yang recalled everything about Uncle Green, and there seemed to be nothing much to say. What impressed him most was the image of Uncle Green.
But after thinking about it, Qin Yang smiled happily.
It's a good relationship. Uncle Green is the helmsman of Bai Li. He is a member of the Li ethnic group, a serious member of our own people. And Uncle Green's compatriots are of course also our own people.
Being in a foreign country and meeting your own people, what could be better than this?
Uncle Green is a nice person, he talks little and treats people well. His fellow racers are not all guys who like to steam other races.
However, it is better to be cautious...
After thinking about it, Qin Yang began to look through his collection and found out a suit of bark-tanned clothes. After changing the clothes, he swayed and transformed into Uncle Green.
I looked around and thought about it, but it still wasn't good. Uncle Green was in a higher realm than him. He had a huge vitality and a unique temperament that was difficult to fake, especially in front of his own race.
After thinking about it, Qin Yang slowly adjusted his appearance, making himself look like Uncle Green, but different.
Qin Yang turned into a water mirror, looked at himself, nodded with satisfaction, then walked out and flew to the settlement of Uncle Green's clan.
As soon as they got closer to more than thirty miles away, they saw the thin vines hanging down under a giant leaf above their heads. They suddenly swelled and turned into a rain of vines, overwhelming the sky and covering the ground.
Qin Yang had an idea but didn't resist. He let the vines wrap around and form a big ball, trapping him inside.
After trapping him, sharp thorns began to grow on the vines, trying to penetrate Qin Yang's body. Unfortunately, these things could not penetrate Qin Yang's thick skin at all.
After a while, Qin Yang noticed that he was moving.
The vine ball was delivered to Uncle Green's settlement by countless vines that looked like living creatures.
The surrounding vines slowly spread out, and Qin Yang saw a dozen green uncles with unkind faces and extremely vigilant faces surrounding him. Next to him were two piranha flowers that were more than ten feet tall and covered with stress-relieving flowers.
, locking on him with saliva.
When these green uncles looked at Qin Yang, they all looked surprised. One of the green uncles stepped forward and asked Qin Yang in a language that was popular tens of thousands of years ago.
"Who are you? Where do you come from?"
"My name is Qin Yang. I come from the distant wilderness. I am chasing some tiger-headed monsters. They entered here. Who are you?"
Hearing Qin Yang's words, the expressions of the green uncles around him changed drastically. They stopped saying anything and sent a few piranha plants to guard Qin Yang. Some people hurriedly went inside.
Not long after, an old man's head was not so bright, his vitality was about to dissipate, and the old man who was obviously not as good as his twilight years came out.
When the old man saw Qin Yang, his cloudy eyes seemed to suddenly light up again. He stepped forward, got close to Qin Yang, and looked at Qin Yang's face carefully.
"Do you know Bai Anong?"
"I don't know." Qin Yang shook his head honestly. He had never heard of this name.
The old man waved his hand, and the surrounding piranha flowers submerged into the ground again and disappeared. The old man stretched out his hand and grabbed Qin Yang's wrist. He paused slightly, turned around, and glanced at Qin Yang with his cloudy eyes.
"You said you came from the wilderness? Do you have anything from the clan on you?"
Qin Yang thought for a while and took out the branch of Sansheng Ghost Willow.
"this one?"
When the old man saw Sanshengguiliu, he immediately smiled, causing wrinkles on his bald head.
He took the branch from the Three Lives Ghost Willow and his tone became kind.
"Does the person who gave you this look exactly like you now?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Yang didn't understand why the old man saw through his disguise, although he didn't know how.
Looking at it like this, the old man obviously knows Uncle Lu and also knows Sanshengguiliu.
As soon as the thought came to his mind, Qin Yang showed his true colors.
"I am his junior, and he is the helmsman of Bai Li. No one has ever mentioned his name. As a junior, I cannot directly ask my senior's name."
"Let's go, the old man has something to ask you. After so many years, you can still see your old friend..." The old man happily pulled Qin Yang and walked inside without any explanation.
"Senior, I have something important to do..."
"Oh, you know, these big tiger-headed monsters, you don't have to worry about such trivial matters." The old man winked at the people next to him, and saw several green uncles rushing out menacingly.