Looking at the appearance, Qin Yang couldn't recognize what kind of sacred wood it was. At the end of the ancient times, all the surviving sacred trees were destroyed due to various reasons. The only ones left in the world today are at most some sacred trees used as wood.
The meaning of a living Shenmu is far more than just a simple resource.
If those strong men in the Great Wilderness knew that in the depths of the void, where ordinary people can't find it, there is a sacred tree that can survive in the void, then maybe he wouldn't need to do anything.
For such a huge benefit, Qin Yang could easily pull out a team of one hundred or eighty strong Dharma Body, and after returning to the wilderness, he would yell casually, but any force with some ability would definitely not let this kind of thing go.
The monks who specialize in plants in the Great Wilderness are extremely rare in their practice of wood. Up to now, the only ones that can be seen are Zhixiu and Lingnong. In the final analysis, they are people with this kind of talent. less?
Certainly not, because there are too few suitable resources, and ordinary sacred trees have become precious materials. Most of the so-called sacred trees that have been circulated in the wilderness are actually branches of branches of sacred trees
And the heart of those famous top sacred trees, such top treasures, have never been heard of.
The Great Ying Dynasty occupies the best territory in the Great Wilderness, and Emperor Ying has found countless treasures, and there has never been any record of such treasures.
But these, Qin Yang also thought about it, 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 heart.
Since the ugly beast's lair is here, there must be many creatures living on it.
Qin Yang thought for a while, hid his figure, and slowly approached.
After approaching, it was possible to see clearly that this sacred tree itself should only be tens of thousands of miles away, but the range covered by it is hundreds of thousands of miles. In addition to the colorful halo surrounding the sacred tree, the range is even larger. Expand it several times.
Qin Yang sneaked into the past quietly, and really experienced what it means to look at the mountain and run a dead horse. After flying for two hours, he felt as if he hadn't moved. Basically, everything he saw didn't change much.
Suppressing his anxiety, he continued to slowly drift towards the sacred tree. A few days later, when he saw a meteor passing by here, he bumped into the sacred tree, but was the first to be caught by the halo and evaporated. The divine light, like a colorful prominence, falls into a colorful halo after being rolled by a meteorite and shattered.
And the occasional small, slow ones that appeared did not trigger anything.
Seeing this scene, Qin Yang naturally drifted over obediently. Those colorful halos were obviously not just for looking good. Meteors with a diameter of a hundred miles turned into powder in the blink of an eye. In the mighty things of heaven and earth.
After floating slowly for a month, after seeing the sacred tree, he 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 aura was so strong that it was terrifying. He took a breath, and his face changed slightly. cut.
The aura here is essentially a level higher than that of the Great Wilderness, and its concentration is higher than that of most places in the Great Wilderness. Maybe some weak Dahuang monks can't survive here.
The essence of spiritual energy is high, and the concentration is also high. This is a good thing, but it is not necessarily a good thing if it is too high. Weak monks may refine the spiritual energy faster than the speed at which the spiritual energy can be absorbed naturally. The final result is that the spiritual energy is alive Drown here.
Qin Yang frowned slightly, his expression became a little dignified, the previous caution was worth it.
Creatures that can live here must be born to adapt to the environment here, just like fish adapt to water, if they are sent to the wilderness, they may "drought to death".
But in the same way, the possibility of becoming a strong person after adapting to this place and being able to improve itself through practice will be very high.
At least in this environment, before the Dao Palace, there must be no difficulty.
Similarly, an overly favorable environment makes it very easy for them in the early stage, but it will be more difficult for them to advance when they need to understand more than they need resources in the later stage.
That is to say, beings in the realm below the Dao Palace will be very common, but above the Dao Palace, the proportion will plummet, and the possibility of Dao Lord appearing is much smaller than that of Dahuang.
Every step of practice is a foreshadowing for the following practice. Cultivators in the Great Wilderness need to start from mortals. Those who refine their qi should first raise their qi, and those who refine their body should first strengthen their bodies, especially the latter, which will suffer a lot .
However, in the current environment??Looking at everything about Uncle Lu, it seems that there is really nothing to talk about. What impresses him the most is the image of Uncle Lu.
But after thinking about it, Qin Yang smiled broadly.
This is a good relationship. Uncle Lu is Bai Li's helmsman, that is, a member of the Li nationality, a serious member of his own family, and Uncle Lu's fellow clan, of course, is also a member of his own.
Is there anything better than seeing my own people in another world?
Uncle Lu is a good person, and it¡¯s better to talk less. His fellow tribes may not all like to steam the guys of other races.
However, it is better to be cautious
After thinking for a while, Qin Yang began to look through his collection, tossing out a suit of clothes tanned from bark, and after changing the clothes, he shook his body and turned into the appearance of Uncle Lu.
Looking around, after thinking about it, it is still not very good. Uncle Lu's realm is higher than him, with a huge vitality and unique temperament, it is difficult to disguise, especially in front of his peers.
After thinking about it, Qin Yang slowly adjusted his appearance, making himself look like Uncle Lu, but it was different.
Qin Yanghua got out of the water mirror, looked at himself, nodded in satisfaction, then walked out, and flew to the settlement of Uncle Lu's clan.
As soon as I got closer to more than 30 miles away, I saw the thin vines hanging down under a huge leaf above my head, suddenly soaring, turning into a rain of vines, overwhelming the sky and covering the ground.
Qin Yang had a thought, and didn't make any resistance. He let the vines wrap around and form a big ball, trapping him inside.
After trapping him, thorns began to grow on the vines, trying to pierce into Qin Yang's body, but unfortunately, these things couldn't pierce Qin Yang's thick skin at all.
Not long after, Qin Yang noticed that he was moving.
The ball of vines was carried by countless vines that looked like living things, and was sent to Uncle Green's settlement.
The surrounding vines slowly spread out, and Qin Yang saw a dozen or so green uncles with unkind faces and extremely vigilant surrounding him, and beside him were two piranhas that were tens of feet in size and full of decompression. , was drooling and locked on him.
After 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 are you from?"
"My name is Qin Yang. I came from a faraway wilderness. I was chasing a few big monsters with tiger heads. They entered here. Who are you?"
Hearing Qin Yang's words, the expressions of the surrounding uncles changed drastically, and they stopped saying anything, and sent a few piranhas to guard Qin Yang here, and some people hurried to the interior.
Not long after, an old man's head was not so bright, and his vitality was about to dissipate. It was obviously not as good as the old man in his twilight years.
Seeing Qin Yang, the old man's cloudy eyes seemed to light up again suddenly. He stepped forward, leaned in front of Qin Yang, and carefully looked at Qin Yang's face.
"Do you know Bai Anong?"
"I don't know." Qin Yang shook his head honestly, he had never heard of this name.
With a wave of the old man's hand, the surrounding piranhas submerged into the ground and disappeared again. The old man stretched out his hand and grabbed Qin Yang's wrist. He paused slightly, turned his head, and looked at Qin Yang with his cloudy eyes.
"You said you came from the Great Wilderness? Do you have anything from the clan on your body?"
Qin Yang thought for a while, and took out the branches of the Three Lives Ghost Willow.
"this one?"
Seeing the Three Lives Ghost Willow, the old man immediately smiled, and his bald head was wrinkled.
He took the branch of 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 still didn't understand that the old man had actually seen through his disguise, although he didn't know how to see through.
Looking at it like this, the old man obviously knew Uncle Lu and Sansheng Guiliu.
With a thought, Qin Yang directly revealed his true colors.
"I am his junior. He is the helmsman of Bai Li. No one has ever mentioned his name. As a junior, I can't directly ask the senior's name."
"Let's go, the old man has something to ask you. After all these 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, I know, a few big monsters with tiger heads, you don't need to worry about such trivial matters." The old man winked at the people next to him, and saw a few green uncles rushing out aggressively. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)?? rushed out aggressively. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com