Qingxi looked at the Winged Human Race powerhouse lying on the ground, unable to move, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

When the Lord of the Winged Human Race performed that world-destroying mastery just now, he had already learned it and transformed it into his own inventory.

"Who the hell are you?"

The Lord of the Winged Human Race looked at Qingxi and the others in horror.

At first, he thought that these people were the descendants of Lang Ye.

But now that he has been suppressed strongly, he has no power to resist, and he must have encountered a high-level Nirvana, or even a top-level power of the quasi-saint level.

No one else was present.

Then, it must be the hands of these seemingly harmless people.

"I am your prodigal master, the apprentice grandson. ”

Qingxi took the initiative to introduce.

He looked at the vigorous Lord of the Winged Terrans, and the color of appreciation in his eyes grew stronger.

Although he had already obtained a seedling of the ancient tree of the best spirit stone through the method of accumulating and strengthening the life imprint.

However, there is only one tree, which is too little.

He was preparing to plant trees in large quantities, and was worried about the lack of manpower, when the strong man of the Winged Terran clan came.

For him, it was too timely.

"Lang Ye's apprentice, how can he be so powerful?"

The Lord of the Winged Terrans was shocked.

This young man's methods are mysterious, at least the existence of high-level Nirvana, but he is only the disciple grandson of Lang Ye?

"This person seems to think that his predecessors are just Nirvana realm. ”

Di Hua suddenly laughed.

Liu Piaoxu and a few temporary people also looked at the lord of the winged human race and couldn't help laughing.

"What's going on?"

The people of the ancient village carried all kinds of "battle artifacts" and looked at each other.

I thought that I would experience a battle to exterminate the clan, and then die a hard death, not to disgrace the ancestors of Shanglingshi Village.

I never thought it would be like this.

They recalled Qingxi's previous process of condensing the seeds of the top-grade spirit stone ancient tree, and they immediately understood.

"He is not a god-level god of life, but a life ancestor of the Nirvana realm!"

"Thank you to the Ancestor of Life for rescuing!"

The old people in the ancient village put down pots and pans, hoes and shovels, and kowtowed to thank them.

"I'm not the ancestor of life, I'm just the lord of a certain city. ”

Qingxi shook her head and explained.

The lord of the winged human race listened attentively and found that Qingxi was the lord of the city, and he was very surprised in his heart.

In his memory.

Within a radius of tens of millions of miles, there seemed to be no city lord with such a powerful strength.

"Could it be that times have really changed, only a few hundred years have passed, and such a terrible descendant has appeared?"

I think he has practiced hard for thousands of years, and now he has only attained Nirvana three times.

And the other party, who is too young to speak, is suspected of being a high-level nirvana.

In this comparison, he suddenly felt that he had been turned into scum in seconds.

For practice, it has become boring.

Just as the Lord of the Winged Human Race was groaning, he suddenly found that Qingxi's deep and smiling gaze looked over, which made him feel creepy.

"Your Excellency, what do you want?"

He asked, a little alarmed.

"It's nothing, it's just planting trees. ”

The corners of Qingxi's mouth raised slightly, revealing a warm smile.

But in the eyes of the Lord of the Winged Human Race, it seemed to come from the abyss with a sneer, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Plant trees!"

The people in Shanglingshi Village clenched their fists and were very excited.

Some people have already begun to draw knives, looking eager to try.

For the next period of time.

The lord of the Winged Human Clan, as well as the envoys and other strong men under his command, stood in the village with a bewildered expression.

They found that the villagers made a big move, cutting off many leafy branches on the dozens of ancient trees of the lower spirit stone, and planted them every three meters according to Qingxi's instructions.

Then, the Winged Terran powerhouse was forced to become a tool man, watering these branches with his own life vitality.

As for Di Hua, Mu Chen and others, they also helped.

"There aren't enough people, so it's better to bring more people. ”

Qingxi said to the Lord of the Winged Human Race, the meaning was very clear.

The Lord of the Winged Human Clan did not dare to resist, and immediately sent people back to the clan to bring all the clansmen who had reached the Heavenly Rank and above to this place.

Before these Winged Human powerhouses could figure out the reason, they found themselves standing in front of a sapling bizarrely, involuntarily releasing their life vitality into it.

"What am I doing?"

A certain god-level winged human powerhouse blinked, looking around blankly.

"Don't ask, just plant a tree!"

The Lord of the Winged Terran gritted his teeth.

At this time, Qingxi walked over and asked the old village chief who was cutting branches into the soil, "Are there any enemies around Shanglingshi Village?"

"Like, the surrounding city-states are all enemies, right?"

The old village chief thought about it and gave a sincere answer.

"That's great news!"

Qingxi nodded, and according to the map provided by the old village chief, he went around.

Less than half a day.

In the valley where the ancient village is located, small saplings cultivated by branches and cuttings of ancient Lingshi trees are planted all over the mountains.

In the surrounding major city-states, those cultivators above the Heavenly Rank all stood blankly in front of the small saplings, watering them with their life vitality.

"Am I not alchemy, how can I be here?"

"I should be in the room, not here!"

"Who am I, where am I, what the hell am I doing?"

The minds of the people were full of doubts.

However, he still couldn't control his hands and kept irrigating the life energy of the saplings.

When many people reach the limit of attrition, they take the initiative to sit cross-legged to replenish their strength before continuing to water the sapling.

Above the ancient village.

Liu Piaoxu is pinching the trick with both hands, and there are special fluctuations on his body that are transmitted, affecting the consciousness of all tool people.

This is the unique taboo-level mastery of "Consciousness Manipulation".

Although the ability to control the powerhouses of the same level is minimal, the effect of manipulating the lower realms is very significant.

The people present, although full of doubts, always felt that there was a mysterious force affecting their consciousness, and they had to do things according to Qingxi's instructions.

Ouyang Lang is also watering with his own life vitality.

Countless years ago, he entered the Great Wilderness, and there could have been many places to go.

But in the end, he still chose Shanglingshi Village as a stronghold.

The main purpose is to hope that the villagers here will create miracles and cultivate high-grade and high-quality ancient spiritual stone trees.

It's a pity.

Tens of thousands of years have passed.

The ancient Lingshi tree has been renewed from generation to generation, but there is still no sign of atavism.

Just when he was about to give up, Qingxi brought hope.

This made Ouyang Lang excited, and he shot with all his might, watering the branches with his vigorous life vitality like a sea of stars, so that they could grow.

Seven days later.

The seedlings of the small trees scattered all over the mountains grow into towering trees, and under the guidance of Qingxi, they quickly bloom, wither, and turn into fly ash, leaving shriveled seeds with the marks of broken life.

In the end, Qingxi divided the 50,000 seeds into five groups, fused them into round golden seeds, and then after the baptism of the Doomsday Ancestral Thunder, they germinated into the seedlings of the best spirit stone ancient trees.

With the addition of the first one, there are six in total.

"That's it!"

Qingxi picked up a sapling.

Through it, it seems that in the cultivation world, you can see the ancient spiritual stone trees all over the mountains.

It's a sapling, and it's hope!

He distributed the saplings.

Mu Chen, Emperor Hua, the Palace Master of the Five Elements Palace, the Temporary and Liu Piaofu, and Ouyang Lang made a huge contribution, and each got a seedling.

As for Qingxi himself, he took the tree that he had cultivated in the first place.

Although a total of six top-grade spirit stone ancient trees were harvested, the price paid was not small.

Those dozens of ancient trees that were originally lush under the spirit stone were now cut down to the main trunk, swaying in the strong wind, looking very weak and lonely.

It's all worth it, though!