Through the cultivation of red rice, Ling Xuanluo saw that the Lancang God was not simple, and as Jiang Nanjun said, he did stand on the same side as the Divine Eagle Alliance, and could be regarded as friends. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the prompting of the Lancang God, he used the chanting flower trick of pointing to the heavens.

If used for the growth of crops such as rice, it can cause each batch of new grains to become cereals, and in the shortest possible time, they will continue to produce ears until a sufficient amount of red rice is harvested.

Success or failure in this move, Ling Xuanluo couldn't help but be nervous, and kept thinking back to Xi Mutong's teachings when he was practicing the Flower Recipe in the Floating Life Palace. To the maximum, he gathered his internal forces in the dantian until he felt that it had merged into a giant dragon.

The dragon swam along the meridians, leaping to its fingertips. The sword-like brilliance of the fingertips trembled violently, indicating that the qi dragon in his body couldn't wait to rush outward.

With this fierce explosive power, he roared angrily at the three rice plants, and the dragon in his arm split into three, turning into three purple-red sword qi, detached from his two fingers, and rushed forward with a faint "whoosh" sound.

The three sword qi were unstoppable, and after being inserted into the water basin, the entire water basin was covered with light and was no longer visible.

Whether it is success or failure, it can be seen in an instant, Ling Xuanluo prayed in his heart: "The Condor Alliance needs this precious red rice to win the first battle of the battle of the clouds! The army of justice cannot be defeated, and the people of justice cannot die! Break out, Ling Xuanluo, for the condor alliance, for the peace of the people of the Six Realms, for the clear Haiyan River after the battle of the clouds, let the flowers bloom into a sea, and let this sea of flowers become the burial place of the enemy! Master, bless Ling'er, Mr. Yufeng, Aunt Shizu, please be the driving force for Ling'er to move forward!" And the countless heroic souls who died in the war, please help me use this explosive power to avenge you and make the righteousness of heaven and earth forever!"

When he had finished praying, he didn't even have time to blink his eyes when he saw a smooth ball emerge from the place where the basin had been placed. The round ball said that it was transparent but could not see the inside clearly, and said that it had an actual shape, but he did not dare to touch it with his hands.

He didn't know what the purpose of this ball was, and when he was still in a daze, he heard the Lancang God shouting: "Boy, it's about to bloom, let's lie down!"

"Blossom, blossom, why do you want to lie down?" Ling Xuanluo was confused, and before he could react, he had been probed by the Lancang God with a black unicorn claw, and without saying a word, he pressed down with a claw.

Thanks to the fast movement of this unicorn claw, Ling Xuanluo just lay face down on the ground, and the round red ball exploded.

Only then did he realize that Lan Cangshen hurriedly expressed the wrong word, saying that the "explosion" was "flowering", but he was still dizzy because of the sudden loud noise and vibration, his head was buried in his arm, he didn't dare to move, his ears could no longer hear the sound, his eyes were dark, his body was crackling, and he didn't know what was falling, which made him breathless.

I don't know how long it took for him to hear the movement around him again, but he couldn't open his eyes, and his eyelids were pitch black. The most terrible thing is that he seems to have been buried alive, and his nose can't breathe.

He had to escape before he could suffocate, so he struggled outward, pushed up, and finally pushed away the weight that was pressing on his body and got out.

This...... Is this still his Chinese military account?

His eyes narrowed, his face blank. The original tent was gone, and as soon as it came out, it stood on a red grain pile. Next to the grain pile, surrounded by spirit boy soldiers who opened their mouths in fright, and opposite him was the smiling Lancang God.

"Red rice! So much red rice! Condor League won! We won! Hahahaha......"

He looked around, came to his senses, burst into cheers, and jumped and jumped on the heap like a child, and almost lay down and rolled.