"Dead seed?" Ling Luo was stunned.

How so?

Could it be that this second test, the farming task she got, is simply a dead end?

"It's a dead seed." Xiling Feng's brows frowned, and there was a faint look of anger in his eyes, and he said, "I am in charge of managing seeds in the Shengdan Hall, and this bottle of seeds was taken from the basalt ten thousand years ago, and it is just such a bottle, the master said that it is an ancient thing, but there is no breath of life in it, and it is no different from the death seed." Who gave you this seed of immorality? ”

Ling Luo's face turned pale, and he said, "I don't know, I just won this quest, and then entered the portal, and the seeds are in the thatched hut on the edge of the barren field." ”

Xiling Feng stared at Ling Luo fixedly, and said with great certainty: "You must have offended some great person in the Shengdan Hall, this bottle of dead seed, the name is Black Thorn, and the junior brothers below the third generation of disciples have no permission to touch it at all." ”

In other words, only the second generation and the first generation in the Shengdan Hall can have the opportunity to get this bottle of Black Thorns.

Ling Luo bit his lip tightly, his eyes burned, and he said in a deep voice: "There is still a faint breath of life in the seed, I want to give it a try." ”

"Impossible." Xiling Feng denied it without hesitation, "I heard that four years ago, the master of the Shengdan Hall also wanted to cultivate the Black Thorn, but he didn't succeed. ”

"It can't be cultivated!" Ling Luo's face was stubborn, and a sharp edge flashed in his eyes, "I have a reason why I have to pass the exam!" ”

Xiling Feng and Jin Peng looked at Ling Luo in extreme surprise with a persistent look on his face, and their hearts moved.

Jin Peng narrowed his eyes and said with a light smile: "Okay, I hope you can create a miracle." ”

As he spoke, Jin Peng took out two paper talismans from his sleeve, handed them to Ling Luo, and said, "The Jin family in the seventh county of the Imperial City is good at raining rain and spreading clouds, and here are two ** talismans, for you." ”

Ling Luo's eyes suddenly widened, and a big smile bloomed on his face.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Jin!" It's really an endless road.

An extremely innocent smile appeared on Jin Peng's face, and he said, "I mainly want to see what the seeds of the black thorns that give the Supreme a headache look like. ”

Ling Luo helped the two brothers to wash the mountain of clothes, and it was already two hours later.

After washing, the three of them happily went to the edge of the Lingtian together, and Ling Luo put all the seeds of the black thorns left in the porcelain vase into the soil.

Then, with the help of Jinpeng, ** Fu Bu Shi down, thick dark clouds rolled over the sky, and from time to time there was a thunderous sound caused by the clouds hitting each other.

After a while, it began to rain.

The rain was not heavy, it had only rained for a quarter of an hour, but it was enough for this side of the spiritual field to moisten.

"Okay, Miss Ling, let's leave the Shengdan Hall first, and come to see you tomorrow." The thin man smiled.

Ling Luo smiled and said goodbye to these two warm-hearted senior brothers.

That night, Ling Luo lay on the ridge of Lingtian and soon fell asleep.

In her sleep, she didn't notice that from the center of her eyebrows, a steady stream of crystal light floated out and fell on this spiritual field.

That night, Ling Luo had a dream.