In the Battle-Heaven Holy Realm, the mountains are undulating, the ancient trees are towering, and they contain an incomparably powerful source power, which is more than ten times that of the outside world, so that all kinds of spiritual flowers and plants here are extraordinarily gorgeous, containing incomparably majestic energy essence.

It is filled with an ancient atmosphere, as if it is a relic of the ancient mythological world, giving birth to countless heavenly treasures.

Ling Xiao and Liu Baiyi flew all the way, saw herds of five-colored deer, running on the verdant grassland, saw cranes haunting the top of the white clouds, saw a group of spiritual apes, jumping and playing among the mountains, and saw a sea of flowers, crystal clear lakes, and endless forests......

Everything here is full of natural and fresh breath, without any traces of man-made, and is very close to the legendary Taoist nature.

Ling Xiao and Liu Baiyi flew over the vast mountain range together, and then stopped in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

There was a wheat field in front of me, and the green wheat seedlings formed a green ocean, as far as the eye could see, drifting with the wind, and the soft wind made people feel comfortable.

There is a path in the middle of the wheat field that leads into the distance, and on both sides of the path are planted two rows of willow trees, both of which are now pulling out new shoots, and the leaves are verdant and dripping, and it looks extremely peaceful.

"Let's go!"

Liu Baiyi said to Ling Xiao and slowly stepped on the path.

Ling Xiao had some doubts in his heart, he didn't know why Liu Baiyi didn't choose to continue flying, but chose to walk, but he didn't ask anything, but followed Liu Baiyi along the path towards the depths of the wheat field.

Rumble!

When he walked into the wheat field, Ling Xiao immediately felt a slight shock in the void, and among the surrounding wheat fields, an incomparably pure life breath emerged, and began to surge towards him and Liu Baiyi's bodies, vast and majestic.

Ling Xiao's physical body is powerful, his qi and blood are majestic, and the original source of life is very powerful, but after absorbing those breaths of life at this moment, he actually feels that his physical body is slowly strengthening, and even his longevity has increased a lot.

"What is this place?"

Ling Xiao's heart shook, those pure breaths of life were like the most primordial power of life, making the life secret techniques in Ling Xiao's body work naturally, even better than taking a powerful holy pill.

Ling Xiao followed Liu Baiyi and walked along the path towards the front, as if he had experienced a baptism.

In the middle of the wheat field, Ling Xiao saw a very strange farmer.

The farmer, who looked burly and wide-eyed, was hoeing the field with a hoe in his hand, breaking the roots of the weeds in the wheat field and throwing them onto the path.

It's just that after Ling Xiao saw that the weeds were removed, they quickly grew again, and the farmer seemed to be extremely patient, hoeing the weeds over and over again.

Ling Xiao didn't feel any cultivation fluctuations from the farmer's body, but he instinctively felt that this farmer was not ordinary, as if the whole person was integrated into the wheat field in front of him, and he had a mysterious temperament.

"Ancestor!"

Liu Baiyi looked at the farmer and saluted.

"It's white! This is the disciple of the Red Dragon Master's nephew, Ling Xiao?"

The farmer stopped, wiped the sweat from his face, and showed an incomparably honest smile at Liu Baiyi and Ling Xiao, as if he was an old farmer who cultivated in the mortal world, making people unable to believe that this was the ancestor of the God of War Temple.

"Participate in the ancestor, I am Ling Xiao!"

Ling Xiao also bowed generously.

The old farmer in front of him made Ling Xiao feel no fluctuations in his cultivation, and he looked as if he was no different from ordinary people, and Ling Xiao knew that this farmer's cultivation must be extremely terrifying, even stronger than Liu Baiyi.

"Okay! Very good! The Red Dragon Virtuous Nephew really found a good heir, originally Bai Yi said that you are the worthy heir of the God of War Temple, I still don't believe it! When I saw it today, I knew that the Red Dragon Virtuous Nephew had not found the wrong person, you deserved this burden!"

The farmer stared at Ling Xiao for a moment, his eyes were extremely deep, as if he could see through Ling Xiao's body, and finally showed a hint of satisfaction.

"The patriarch is overrated!"

Ling Xiao smiled slightly.

"I'm in a hurry today, I haven't prepared any decent gifts! This ear of wheat will be given to you, Ling Xiao, I hope you can be like this ear of wheat, with full vitality!"

The light flashed in the palm of the farmer's palm, and suddenly in the wheat field in the distance, a verdant ear of wheat flew over, exuding a majestic life qi, and was handed to Ling Xiao by the farmer.

"Thank you, Patriarch!"

Ling Xiao took it seriously.

"Uncle Xiao, this ear of wheat is a creation spirit seed planted by the ancestor, and it is only two or three that have been cultivated in ten thousand years, no matter how many injuries you have, as long as you take this ear of wheat, you will be able to heal immediately!

Liu Baiyi said to Ling Xiao.

"Creating a spirit seed?"

Ling Xiao's heart was shocked, he also knew that the creation spirit seed, the creation spirit seed is the supreme treasure of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, and has all kinds of mysterious effects, just like the wheat ear in front of him, it has the effect of the living dead, flesh and bones.

Ling Xiao didn't expect the farmer to have such a big hand.

"Little Baiyi, are you talking bad about me again? don't worry, you're indispensable!"

The farmer glanced at Liu Baiyi angrily, and then threw out an ear of wheat to Liu Baiyi.

"Thank you Patriarch, you know that Patriarch is the best!"

Liu Baiyi smiled slightly.

"Okay, let's go! You two guys come to my wheat field for a walk, I don't know how many times I have to hoe the grass, this time it's a big loss, it's a big loss!"

The farmer said to himself, then picked up the hoe and walked into the green wheat waves in front of him, his figure and breath were completely integrated with the wheat field.

"Uncle Junior, you have been approved by your ancestor, let's keep going!"

Liu Baiyi smiled slightly, and led Ling Xiao through this wheat field, and then walked through a quiet grove to a calm small lake.

A fisherman wearing a hat and a robe, holding a bamboo pole, is sitting quietly fishing in front of a small lake.

The fisherman looked old, his face was wrinkled, as if the wind had blown for tens of thousands of years, but his eyes were extremely focused, staring motionlessly at the fishing rod in front of him.

With the previous lesson, Ling Xiao immediately guessed in his heart that he was afraid that this fisherman was also one of the ancestors of the God of War Temple.

After all, although Ling Xiao felt that this fisherman did not have any cultivation fluctuations and looked very ordinary, the whole person had an extremely mysterious temperament, which merged with the surrounding heaven and earth, faintly forming a mysterious artistic conception of fishing alone in the cold river.

(End of chapter)