In the blink of an eye, two hundred years, if it is the earth, such a daily sunrise and sunset, two hundred years have long been a matter of people.

There is no change in the mountains, this world, even if it is a human retreat, it will take a few years and decades to pass in the blink of an eye, not to mention the demon race, it often takes thousands of years to cultivate the path of a human race monk for decades.

Since ancient times, the innate aura has gradually dissipated, the world has been filled with acquired aura, the demon race has no advantage, and the rise of the human race is unstoppable.

It is only because the ancestors of the human race created the method of cultivation that they can give full play to the role of acquired aura.

The demon clan is relatively simple, although it has a long lifespan, it only needs to absorb the aura to strengthen itself, if there is no method that matches its own attributes, it will be difficult to reach the upper limit due to the restriction of bloodline.

The Terran monks refine the qi to build the foundation, and the Dao foundation becomes a golden pill.

The demon clan is enlightened and transformed, and the demon pill is transformed into a form.

The demon pill condensed by the aura of the demon clan will determine the upper limit of the demon life, divided into one pattern to nine patterns, and the demon cultivator who can condense the nine patterns of the inner pill is also known as the divine beast, but the divine beast is extremely rare.

After two hundred years, coupled with Qingmu's supervision, Qingqian's spiritual power was finally full, and the leaves grew from three to five.

On this day, the aura of a hundred miles in a radius frantically converged towards the center of the basin.

The sky was full of white clouds, and for the first time, the sun shone down through the dense fog of the clouds, covering an unnamed plant in the center of the aura with a golden veil.

The aura vortex became more and more frenzied, gradually forming a small golden dot on the tip of the grass, then slowly growing larger, stopping when it grew to the size of a fist, and then shrinking.

Qingmu stared intently at this golden light, this was the most critical time for the formation of the demon pill.

In this way, the golden light enlarged and shrunk, and it continued to be repeated eight times before it solidified, forming a golden bead the size of a walnut, which was the demon pill.

Qingmu looked at the demon pill that was spinning and absorbing the last bit of aura, and was shocked, although the demon cultivator who had transformed in just two hundred years was extremely talented, it would not surprise him so much, he was surprised that this little grass he had never seen before, but it could condense into an eight-pattern demon pill.

Although he helped, unless the root bone thing reshaped its own bloodline, it would be difficult to change in his life.

The aura in the air gradually calmed down, and the demon pill also stopped spinning, quietly staying above the grass.

Then, the blue grass emitted a circle of white light, and the grass gradually rose from the ground, gradually becoming larger in the white light, and then transformed into a human form, and then, the white light gradually restrained and contracted, and finally formed a white long skirt on the human body.

The light dissipated, and a pretty woman appeared in front of the big tree, her black hair hanging down her waist like a waterfall, two buns were simply tied on her head, and her eyebrows revealed a fairy aura.

She landed on the ground and stood firm, and the demon pill above her head slowly landed and burrowed into her mouth.

Qing Qian showed an expression of enjoyment, and then opened his eyes to look at the giant tree.

"Grandpa, how's it going, is it good-looking?"

Grandpa Tree rarely showed a happy breath and said to her, "Little one, congratulations on your successful transformation, but you have to remember that the path of cultivation has just begun, and you still have a long way to go!"

Qingqian frowned, "I know, grandpa, you are always so serious, today is obviously a day worth celebrating, okay?"

Kiyoki didn't speak, the body of the tree shook a little, and patches of tender green leaves fell from above.

A gust of wind blew, and the leaves gathered together on a book cover.

Then, the bark turned into a cloth bag and floated to the shallow.

"Little one, this is a tea tree leaf condensed from a little of my essence, you brought it to an old friend for me, and there is a letter in it, he will understand when he reads it. ”

"Isn't it, grandpa, you're going to drive me away?"