On the evening of the third day, Han Li, who had been meditating all the time, finally opened his eyes.
He looked up at the dark sky, turned his palm, and a moonstone appeared in his hand.
Throw this stone into the air, and a piece of milky white light will shine down, shining the light reflected by the nearby peach forest.
Han Li got up silently, took out a piece of red coral several feet in size, put it under a peach tree, then took out a jade box, and opened the lid, revealing a single-stemmed thirteen-leaved An inch or so of the Great Spirit Grass came out. This spirit grass is white and misty, exuding a faint glow, it is the Nishang grass that he has spawned countless times!
"Is this the method you prepared?" After Han Li transplanted the Neon Clothes Grass on the coral, the bewildered Dayan God Lord couldn't help but speak.
Although he had seen Han Li feed gold-eating insects with this kind of spiritual grass, the effect was incredible. But taking out this herb now still makes him very puzzled.
Han Li chuckled when he heard this question:
"Actually, this grass has another name, called "demon-attracting grass". Needless to say, the senior should also understand the intention of the junior."
"Demon Lure Grass! Don't you want to" Dayan Shenjun's voice became a little stunned.
"That's right, six days later will be the time for that smaller Haoyang bird to be let out to breathe. Then, hehe" Han Li sneered
Fang Chu is a monk in the mid-stage of foundation establishment in Yueyang Palace. There are no one thousand or eight hundred monks of this level in the entire Yueyang Palace. It stands to reason that he should be an insignificant figure in the palace.
But in fact, on the contrary, not to mention other monks in the Foundation Establishment period, but some masters and uncles in the Dandan period, all of them were polite when they met Fang Chu, and did not regard him as a junior at all. Fang He was also the first among the disciples in the foundation establishment period to get any benefits from the palace.
All these made Fang Chu do very well in Yueyang Palace. However, while he was proud of himself, he knew that what brought him all this was only the result of his duties. He happened to be a monk in the door who was responsible for taking care of the smaller Haoyang bird.
The reason why he was chosen was because he was born with some special abilities to understand the language of birds and spirit birds, which cannot be replaced by others. Otherwise, according to the rarity of the Haoyang bird, it would not be his turn to take care of it.
After all, the so-called looking after can also drive this spirit bird to a certain extent. This is of course no small matter.
The spiritual birds he is in charge of are relatively shallow, but they can also steadily beat the monks in the late stage of alchemy, and catch up with the existence of the Nascent Soul level. It's no wonder that the other monks are so afraid of the other party.
It has been more than 30 years since he specialized in taking care of spirit birds, but Fang Chu has always been very smooth.
The only trouble is that no matter he is practicing meditation, he has to stay with the spirit bird all day long, and he even has to interrupt his practice for half a day when the spirit bird is allowed to breathe and fly on its own. Secretly followed far away, in case of any accident.
However, Fang Chu is not worried about this at all.
The 100,000-mile Tianyue Mountains are all under the control of Yueyang Palace, so what will happen.
Thinking so leisurely in my heart, on this day, Fang Chu followed the Haoyang bird that flew out of the aviary early in the morning, and followed far behind.
This Haoyang bird is not too big, it looks about Zhang Xu big, but the long feathers on its tail occupy more than half of its length. From a distance, the bird looks like a fiery red giant peacock. But in this world, there is another peacock with such fiery red and gorgeous feathers.
The spirit bird was obviously a little excited. Once out of the Yueyang Palace's restriction, it flapped its fiery red wings and circled in the air non-stop, without even noticing that there was another person following behind.
If he used ordinary methods, Fang Chu would naturally be unable to hide from Haoyang Bird's consciousness, but before he came out, he had already pasted on his body a breath-restraining talisman specially refined for him in the palace, so even if his cultivation base is superficial, Still can rest assured not to be discovered by Haoyang Bird.
Now seeing the bird's mouth uttering a clear cry, Fang Chu smiled knowingly.
Having been with this spirit bird for a long time, he naturally understands that Haoyang Bird is in extreme joy at this moment. It seems that going out today will allow this bird to stay safely for the next half month.
Just like that, Haoyang Bird hovered over Yueyang Palace for a long time without any haste, then changed direction and started to fly to the outside.
Fang Chu didn't care at all, according to Wang Rong's habit of this bird, he would circle around Yue Yueyang Palace within a radius of a hundred miles before flying back to the palace with satisfaction, so he calmly followed up.
But this time, he only flew with the bird for more than thirty miles.He opened his eyes.
Once he made a tactic with both hands, Han Li let out a low hum, and immediately played out several tactic, arousing the outermost phantom formation.
A layer of white mist emerged from the ground, and in a blink of an eye, the entire bamboo forest was half covered in it.
At this moment, a roar of a wild beast and a song of a bird came from both east and west directions at the same time.
A huge yellow light group and a huge red fireball flew from two directions at the same time, and the targets were all in the valley where Han Li was.
Seeing this situation, Han Li gasped slightly, showing a hint of surprise on his face. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com