With dead vines and old trees above his head and moss at his feet, Zhang Ning frowned and squatted in the hollow of a dead Hongqi tree - as one of the top Terran monks in the demon world, this terrible environment and squatting posture were really out of character.

Outside, thousands of thatch spirits are performing some kind of quiet and eerie ritual ritual - holding each other's leaves and walking in intricate dance steps, turning round and round, the leaves interlocking and seaming, and the dancing steps are delicate and the flowers are brushed in the willows. In the middle of the thatched circles is a huge wooden stake with uneven stubble, and an ordinary thatched spirit stands awe-inspiring on it.

The thatch spirits had clusters of white feather-like spikes on their heads, resembling Indian feather headdresses, the stems were the thickness of the little finger but extremely tough, the serrated edges of the two leaves were very sharp, and the roots were like the roots of chives but longer and thinner, and all the roots were used for the dance—a dozen little white legs that were interspersed and unentangled.

Zhang Ning knew that Mickey was lurking nearby, waiting for an opportunity...... But the whole plan is very inexplicable!

According to Zhang Ning's idea, there are so many thatch spirits, which one can catch up with them if you just pick up one? But Mickey just didn't agree, and didn't bother to explain the reason to him, so he had to ask Zhang Ning to answer here.

Suddenly, the thatch spirits changed the pattern of clockwise circles, and changed to three layers of clockwise inner and outer three layers of counterclockwise staggered circles, and the atmosphere seemed to be getting more and more enthusiastic.

At this time, little by little, some white yogurt-like slime molds began to seep out of the cracks of the stake altar - the texture was very viscous, and it looked like "old yogurt" that had been fermented for at least ten hours.

After the yogurt spilled, the thatch spirits switched to clockwise and counterclockwise staggered circles again, and even faster.

After a quarter of an hour, the yogurt-like slime mold squeezed out a large oval puddle and began to wriggle towards the center of the stump, while the center of the "yogurt" gradually turned yellow and slowly erected - well, the yogurt became an omelette!

The thatched spirits' "magic circled" so fast that they almost turned out to be ghosted.

The omelette-like slime fungus slowly and calmly wriggled to the center of the stump, and indifferently stretched out the "egg yolk" to wrap itself in the sacrificed thatch.

A gray shadow flashed quickly, and the "egg yolk" fluttered into the air!

After two breaths, Mickey grabbed the thatch spirit who was desperately twisting his roots and jumped in front of Zhang Ning!

Zhang Ning fished back the two of them, and immediately rushed out of the tree hole and soared into the sky.

Tens of thousands of thatch spirits are crazy, "clicking" and "brushing" to pounce!

This formation, I don't know and think that Mickey is tied to the royal relatives!

After flying a few hundred meters, Zhang Ning began to slow down - flying fast, the aura was greatly consumed, and he had to fall out of the realm.

Who knew that countless "fried eggs" suddenly rose in the forest!

Oh I'll go, aren't you slime molds, why do you fly?

Zhang Ning took Mickey and the thatch spirit back to the Qiankun Treasure Snail, sacrificed the wheelbarrow and urged it vigorously, and finally ...... after flying for a quarter of an hour

The omelettes 🍳 are flying closer and closer! This relentless pursuit is like Zhang Ning is a slice of bacon 🥓!

Why do omelette-like slime molds fly so fast? Could it be that their close relatives are flying saucers?

Zhang Ning pulled up the height vertically, and pulled it up until the spiritual power could not support it before he drilled into the Qiankun Treasure Snail.

The speed of the omelettes decreases as the altitude increases, and finally they return a dozen meters away from the hiding place of the Qiankun treasure snail.

You know that these fungi are afraid of the cold!

After the omelettes retreated, Zhang Ning waited for another quarter of an hour before reappearing, driving the wheelbarrow away from this place of right and wrong.

After flying a few hundred kilometers, he found a towering peak, the rock at the top of the peak was bare and the temperature was very low - and the rock didn't talk to him, so it was obvious that it was not a stone demon - there should be no other demon beasts nearby, which was more suitable for stationing.

Zhang Ning dodged and returned to Qiankun Baoshao.

He was pleased to feel that the treasure snail space was regaining its vitality little by little, and the meat ticket (᷄ὢ・᷅) that had just been tied up was ...... The thatched essence of the grass ticket is soaking in the spirit wine, drinking spirit tea and eating spirit fruit??!

That's right, it's eating and drinking with a split in the stem.

And Mickey is serving the thatch root quite diligently—for example, finding it all kinds of spiritual fruits and spiritual teas that Zhang Ning treasures......