In the heavenly pond where the dragon's breath is steaming, the grass seedlings float leisurely.

The two leaves hang down in the water, like the two fins of a fish, paddling the current.

The goshawk stood by the pool, its nose shrouded in the thick of dragon energy, and its whole body was shining with golden glow.

"Brother Ying, how did you manage to break through the suppression of heaven and earth?" The small grass sprouts emit mental fluctuations.

"Fade away the mortal shell, reshape the real body, and die once!"

A wisp of the goshawk's thoughts came, echoing in Xiao Caomiao's heart, making him stunned.

Then I was relieved.

Big Brother Eagle has an ability "Spiritual Attack", and after transforming into an Eagle Ancestor, he also evolved into a sword of divine consciousness.

This shows that Brother Eagle is good at things in terms of spiritual power, and it is not unusual for him to be able to transmit sound with his mind.

"Die once?" Xiao Caomiao thought of Brother Eagle's painful wail, and her heart shuddered.

The goshawk thought back to the incarnation of the relict wood in the dragon cave just now, and said slowly:

"Ever since I met you, I have begun to breathe in the everlasting biomass, but the mortal body is a mortal body after all, I am just an ordinary goshawk, and my cultivation talent is limited, so I want to accumulate all your immortal biomass to achieve a qualitative change. Heaven and earth will suppress us, but they will not affect the dead, just like the incarnation of the remnants in the box, which can maintain the realm of refining gods in the outside world. ”

After a pause, the goshawk continued: "Between life and death, at the moment when the mortal shell died, I broke through to the stage of making weapons, and then the golden cicada shed its shell, transformed into a new eagle fetus from the old body, cut off the past, and faced the world with a new life, which means that I was born as a creature of the machine, not the day after tomorrow to cultivate to this realm, no matter how much the heaven and earth are suppressed, I will not retreat." ”

"Actually, in the final analysis, it's your dozens of medicinal tendrils that have made me, otherwise, I wouldn't have the strength to come out of my shell at all."

Brother Eagle looked at the little grass seedling, his eyes were no longer sharp, but full of tenderness.

"Die once and transform into a new god fetus?" The little grass seedling muttered, and her heart was cold.

This breakthrough method is not fun, if you don't get it right, you will really die!

His own number one guardian beast, the talent, perseverance, and wisdom of Big Brother Goshawk, are definitely not weaker than the King of the Son of Destiny!

If you were a goshawk, you would never dare to play like this...... I'm afraid of burping myself.

"In the future, in the face of the Child of Destiny, there will finally be a helper, and Big Brother Goshawk should be able to compete with Wang Chao."

Xiao Cao Miao muttered to herself, and suddenly felt relaxed.

Finally, I have a small partner who can hold up a piece of the sky for myself.

"Whew......"

The little milk tiger walked leisurely to the edge of the Tianchi and looked at Uncle Eagle curiously.

He stepped forward and rubbed the sharp terrifying talons of the goshawk with a small milk bag, not afraid at all.

The panther king, the tiger mother, and the old ape are all afraid of the goshawk like a tiger.

In the face of Brother Eagle, he didn't dare to come out.

Only this little guy, harmless to humans and animals, is more than three years old, and still looks like a little hairball, round, meaty, and likeable.

Sure enough, the goshawk did not get angry, but stretched out its wings, stroked the soft hair of the little milk tiger, and continued to say to the little grass seedling:

"I feel that this world is about to usher in great changes again, and the aura in the depths of the endless mountain seems to have undergone a mutation, not just the aura plague."

"I feel that way, too." Xiao Caomiao nodded.

As an evergreen grass, he is extremely sensitive to the changes of heaven and earth.

Recently, the aura released from the Endless Mountains has risen sharply, speeding up the growth of countless living beings.

But that's not a good thing.

Reiki is similar to oxygen, and if the oxygen concentration is too high, people will die from oxygen poisoning.

Under high oxygen, biological cells will also age faster and their lifespan will be greatly shortened.

Originally, you had a thousand years of life, but if you couldn't withstand the high intensity of oxygen, even if you weren't immediately poisoned, your 1,000-year lifespan would actually only live for 200 years.

In fact, the spiritual energy plague in the mountains is because the spiritual substances contained in it are too rich for those prehistoric creatures to bear, so they will die on a large scale.

And the roots of the ancient medicine, and the blood of the ancient creatures, can fully withstand this high-intensity aura, and can naturally solve the plague.

"I heard Long Shizun say that the revival of the aura is artificially created, that is to say, those super bosses in the deepest part of the Endless Mountain deliberately raised the spiritual matter in the air, thus creating the aura plague...... What are they going to do? ”

Xiao Cao Miao muttered to herself, and suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

This aura plague is completely a game of survival of the fittest.

The weak are poisoned and cannot survive in a high aura environment.

The strong, on the other hand, can withstand the rich spiritual substance, and grow rapidly as if they had been fertilized.

In the end, the strong will always be strong, and the weak will die.

If this continues, countless races will be extinct, and the population and various creatures of this world will be greatly reduced.

There is no new generation, no new plants and animals appear, only the peak wave of creatures remains!

"Kill the chicken and get the eggs!"

Xiao Caomiao suddenly thought of this word in her heart.

What is it that makes those guys in the deepest part of the mountain so crazy?

This is almost at the cost of destroying the world, in exchange for the rapid growth of a wave of people.

However, this is not something that Xiaocao Miao should think about now.

As an evergreen grass, no matter how rich the spiritual substance is, it can't poison him.

In heaven and earth, if it is more than the bearing capacity of aura, there is no creature stronger than him!

If all the animals, plants, and humans in the world will die, a certain grass must be the one who will survive to the end......

"Do you feel it?"

Suddenly, the goshawk looked into the distance and trembled, as if he had discovered something terrifying.

Before the words fell, he was about to investigate the changes of everything in detail, and integrate his perception into the little grass seedling between heaven and earth, when suddenly his whole body trembled.

The fragrance is like wind and rain, drowning the heavens and the earth!

In an instant, dense beads of sweat began to appear on the black jade leaves, grass stalks, and little heads of the small grass seedlings.

It was the elixir of the Evergreen Herb, which was incomparably precious and wonderful.

One drop is enough to create ancient creatures!

However, this is not at all released by the grass seedlings themselves.

If the liquid is lost too much, he will wither, lose energy, his roots will wither, and his leaves will no longer be brittle.

However, a certain grass can't control itself!

Because, an overwhelming storm of spiritual energy, like the door of the fairy world opened, frantically poured into the human world, from the endless mountains, to the outside world.

The spiritual substance contained in it is so high that it seems to be a legendary immortal qi!

It can make people breathe and live forever.

However, it is easier to poison mortals to death.

Immortal qi is not something that ordinary beings can absorb at all.

Between heaven and earth, the second aura storm is coming!

And in the first storm, the little grass seedlings escaped from the Mausoleum of the First Emperor......