"I was originally a ginseng in this ancient forest and transformed into a human form, that is, a wood and grass spirit. "The ginseng was very strange.

Spirit grass and trees, wood and grass spirits?

Yuan Huang's heart moved, he had also heard of this wonderful creature, many heavenly and earthly treasures could absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and some could even cultivate into human form.

However, once you cultivate into a human form, you will also lose the opportunity to continue to grow. There are pros and cons to these elixirs. After all, if you take on a human form, you can be more free, and you can also practice and learn the Tao. But the ensuing loss of those heavenly and earthly treasures is also extremely huge, some will lose longevity, and some need to start over.

In short, although the treasures of heaven and earth can give birth to spiritual intelligence, the price paid to be able to transform into a human form is really not small. And there is an extremely high chance that these "people" who have turned into human forms will be discovered by other cultivators! For them, who are already geniuses, this is undoubtedly a catastrophe.

Once they took on human form, they also had a unified name, "Wood and Grass Spirit".

"It turns out that you are the Wood Grass Spirit. Yuan Huang nodded, already understanding why he wanted to avoid the detection of Sword Mountain.

Sword Mountain would never allow the herbs of this ancient forest to "escape".

"So, you collected all those sword talismans?" asked Yuan Huang.

Mu Caoling replied proudly: "Naturally, Uncle Ben has been in this ancient forest for so many years, and it is not easy to collect these sword talismans. ”

Obviously, those sword talismans are the accumulation of Mu Cao Ling for many years, and they are also the sword talismans of the previous references, otherwise it is indeed impossible to have such a large number.

"He is not an ordinary ginseng, but a colorful ancient ginseng in the ancient forest. The hoarse old man's voice rang out.

As soon as the old man's voice fell, the ginseng suddenly dodged backwards and fled. However, he was blocked by an invisible barrier and fell to the ground fiercely, obviously by the old man.

"Haha, what's there to be afraid of, Lao Tzu won't eat you. A hoarse voice rang out, "I said I want you to have a beard, it's one, no matter what breed you are." ”

The ginseng sat down on the ground very humanely, exhaled, and obviously relieved: "Okay, I believe you, but how do you know what kind of breed I am? As he spoke, the ginseng stretched out its roots and touched the five green leaves on his head very much.

"Five leaves, five colors, of course, is a method of judgment, but you don't have to be surprised. Just imagine, in addition to your colorful ancient ginseng in this world, that kind of genius earth treasure can sense blessings and misfortunes?"

"You, you've been awake?" The white fat ginseng was extremely frightened, and it stands to reason that he hadn't woken up the old man when he helped Yuan Huang.

That's right, the colorful ancient ginseng does have a unique ability, winning the blessings of heaven and earth, and being able to drive away evil and turn good fortune, which is why their clan is so precious.

Once discovered by cultivators, the most terrifying thing is to be refined into a spiritual puppet than to die as an elixir, which is better than death, and is used to explore treasures and exorcise evil spirits.

"Hmph, Lao Tzu's methods, how much do you two little cubs know. The voice was very proud.

Yuan Huang didn't interject, but he already understood the reason. Obviously, his every move, the old man in the ancient scroll knows.

"Don't grind, little ginseng, hand over a beard, and I'll take you out of this ancient forest. The hoarse voice was seductive and excited. The ancient scrolls were trembling faintly.

The white fat ginseng crossed his hands on his hips: "I have a name, I lied to you just now, I don't call Lingcaomu, my name is Wufu, Yuanhuang, you can remember." The white fat ginseng turned to look at Yuan Huang.

Yuan Huang nodded: "Okay, Wufu, I wrote it down, my name is still Yuan Huang." Yuan Huang grinned.

Wufu Ginseng also nodded in response, then turned around and solemnly wound the two whiskers in his hand around the roots on his body, and then pulled hard!

Lying!

The root of a ginseng snaps off in response.

"Ahhh

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

The ginseng kept rolling on the ground holding the broken place of himself, and it was as if he had given away half his life.

"Yes, it hurts?" Yuan Huang's eyelids jumped. Obviously, I didn't expect that such an insignificant root could make these five blessings hurt so strongly and exaggeratedly.

"Heh, I don't think it's pain, it's distress, right?" the hoarse old man's voice sounded at the right time.

"Five hundred years, this whisker is five hundred years! Woo woo!" Wufu stood up, showing a very human expression of pain from the little face of the white fat ginseng, resentful and distressed.

It's like a girl who has been robbed of her virginity, and it's extremely miserable.

"Give it to me. ”

The old man ignored the words of the five blessings.

"Hmph, take it, take it, isn't it just five hundred years, five hundred years!" Wufu angrily handed the whisker to Yuan Huang.

At this time, he made an unrelated appearance, as if it was no longer his own.

Yuan Huang didn't say much, and took over the short roots.

At the moment when Yuan Huang touched it, an incomprehensible vitality passed out from the tiny roots.

Yuan Huang actually had a strong desire in his heart to swallow this inconspicuous root. This feeling is something that Yuan Huang has never experienced, just holding it in his hand, Yuan Huang has already felt the extraordinary sound of this beard.

"I'm afraid the reason why those spirit beasts before you chased you was also because of this. Yuan Huang muttered, obviously if he could take a bite of the flesh of these five blessings, he was afraid that it would be worth hundreds of years of penance!

"Hey, that's nature. Yufu triumphantly patted his ginseng chest with his roots.

No wonder these five blessings are so painful, and the old man in this ancient scroll is so longing.

"Just put it in a book. The old man's voice sounded in Yuan Huang's heart, interrupting Yuan Huang's thoughts.

Yuan Huang put the roots of the five blessings on the ancient scroll of the roots. Suddenly, the golden light flickered, the spiritual power was stimulated, and when the light faded, the book was empty.

Yuan Huang is also very strange, obviously the cultivation of the old man in this ancient scroll is no longer something that Yuan Huang can guess.

After a while, the hoarse old man's voice sounded: "Haha, okay, this is really the best elixir, if I finish refining, I'm afraid my strength can recover a little." ”

"I've taken the things too, I'm afraid you should take me out too!" The ginseng on the ground changed again, and changed into the white and chubby boy from before.

It's just that the young man's face is pale and weak, and it is obvious that this whisker is too much of a loss for him.

"Hehe, don't worry, little guy, I can naturally come and bring you in on the day you go out, but not now. ”

"What do you mean, you don't know how dangerous I am here, let me enter your spirit treasure space now!" The eyebrows on Wufu's face were twisted, obviously he couldn't wait to get in, after all, for such a precious elixir, staying outside for a while longer would be a few more dangers!

"It's not like I'm not going to let you in, it's just that I can't yet. The hoarse old man said unhurriedly.

"Why?!" the white fat man Wufu scratched his ears and cheeks, extremely impatient.

"Because, because I don't have the strength to open this spiritual treasure space. The old man's words finally sounded a shy tone.

"What! you can't open it?" Bai Fat Wufu's small eyes widened like two copper bells, and his mouth opened slightly.

"Don't be afraid, when you refine this whisker of yours, it should be almost the same, I'll refine it, don't bother me. The old man's voice was calm.

Bai Fat Wufu gritted his teeth: "Damn! Empty gloves white wolf, not empty gloves white ginseng! Woo, don't be ashamed, pay me back!"

However, the Tattoo Root Ancient Scroll in Yuan Huang's hand did not make any sound, and the old man really fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing this, Wufu sat on the ground and began to roll without an image, crying, and cursing......

Yuan Huang looked at the five blessings sprinkled in front of him, and his eyelids jumped, what is going on!