The shadows that covered the sky looked dull and heavy, like a black mountain pressing down, making the grass seedlings feel oppressive.

In front of him, a black metal creature appeared.

The head of the umbrella of the human body, the head is like a black umbrella that is bundled, and the facial features are vaguely dotted on the umbrella surface, which is very discordant.

This vigorous black metal life, like a seven or eight-year-old boy, shirtless, wearing a soft black grass skirt around his waist, like a wild man, reckless, looking at the immortal grass with curiosity and shock.

And Xiao Caomiao also felt a huge pressure from him.

It was as if facing a huge mountain of black metal that was ten thousand feet high, and he seemed very small.

"Insight!"

[Race: Burial Clan]

[Remaining lifespan: 100 million years]

【Realm: Touching the Sky】

[Ability: Devour Black Mountain, Unknown ......]

"Burial Celestials?"

Xiao Caomiao opened her eyes wide, looking at the rough black metal boy in front of her, and her heart was very shocked.

The name of this race alone can tell what it is about.

Moreover, this child is only seven or eight years old, and he has reached the realm of Sensetian, which is even more terrifying than those giant-eyed creatures.

Compared with others, Xiaocao Miao is a scum!

"I actually picked up a legendary green plant?"

The black metal boy muttered in disbelief: "If Grandpa knows, he will be very excited!" ”

Stretching out his hands, the young man carefully went to hold the grass seedlings.

However, a certain grass does not want to be in a wolf's den!

There must be an even more terrifying existence in this young man's family.

Maybe there is a supreme creature of the Giant Eyes Clan, only a little worse than the emperor.

At that time, I don't know how I was served with alcohol!

A certain grass couldn't care about the pain in his feet at the moment, so he quickly got up from the ground, carried the bone box, took two frowning roots, took turns to point to the ground, and ran away!

"Sassy ......"

The bronze grass seedlings turned over an undulating hill in the blink of an eye, and the black dust behind them rose very high.

Ride the dust!

The metal boy was stunned, looking at the back of the little grass seedling, and the umbrella had an incredible look on his face.

Grandpa once said that green life does not move.

And with them, you have to be careful and careful.

What you think is a light force is a devastating blow to these greens.

But at this moment, how can this little grass look better than me?

The little grass seedlings ran far, far away......

He tried to escape, but found that the density of these black metal mountains was too high for him to blend into.

He wanted to fly, but his head was as heavy as a billion-dollar box of relics, and it was difficult to run, let alone fly.

"Hahahaha......"

A certain grass gasped for breath, and the movement became more and more difficult.

For the first time, he knew that his Vajra divine power also had a limit.

Sitting on the ground with two leaves behind him, the grass sprouts were dizzy.

He already had an injury on his foot, and he was really tired after running so far.

But.

Ahead, on the horizon, a small figure like an ancient magic mountain, submerged in the dim sunset ring, walked slowly.

Xiao Caomiao's heart trembled, and she was so anxious that the medicinal liquid was about to be squeezed out.

He counted all his means!

Except for the Legacy Bone Box and the Destiny Spell, he has no chance of winning in the face of a strange creature in the Heavenly Realm.

The bone box is not under its control, and cannot actively kill enemies.

The curse of life, the little grass seedlings don't dare to use it blindly.

The other party has a lifespan of 100 million years, this kind of black metal creature looks very hard, the gap between the realms and strength of the two sides is too big, if you don't do anything to the other party, to beat yourself out, you have to cry to death.

For a moment, Xiao Caomiao thought a lot.

Then, make a decision that you think is the wisest you can be.

Left and right are not able to run away.

That's ...... Play dead!

"Hiccup!"

The bronze grass seedlings suddenly straightened the grass stalks, as if they had drunk poison, and the eyes on the little head tried to open, as if they were frozen, they trembled without trembling, their mouths were wide open, and they kept this posture and fell heavily to the ground!

The black metal boy approached, looking at a certain grass that was motionless and like a dead man, and showed a look of consternation.

Could it be that his aura is too strong and scares this little plant to death?

The young man was suspicious, leaned down and pulled the small grass seedling with his hand, but saw that its leaves were stiff and there was no sign of life.

"No matter, take it back first."

The young man carefully held a certain grass in the palm of his hand, looked at the white bone box next to him, and subconsciously picked it up.

"It's so heavy!"

He muttered, and his arm made a metallic grinding sound, like the joints of human bones.

……

Barren mountains, evil mountains and black waters.

Stepping across the continuous black metal mountains, Xiao Cao Miao used his 360-degree perspective to see a black plain in front of his eyes.

The desolate trumpet sounded for a long time, and the uniform tiger shouts were accompanied by the sound of the blood drumming like a wild dragon, echoing in the heavens and the earth.

This is an ancient primitive tribe, with black stone as the house and huge rock as the altar, more than a dozen black metal men with rough faces are practicing shirtless, in the sunset.

They were all human beings, but their heads were strange, square, bottles, jars, all sorts of things, as if they were not fully developed.

They roared loudly, armed with black halberds, swords, and spears, and fought against each other, like dragons, shaking the clouds and tearing the heavens.

Not far from them, there were several teenage children, watching the battle.

Each of them has a strong physique, a resolute face, and a very serious expression.

The boy who picked up the grass seedlings was the youngest of this group of black metal beings.

As soon as he appeared on the top of the mountain, all the people in the tribe looked at him in unison.

One of the burly men, when he stuck the black halberd on the ground, frowned and scolded: "Umbrella pillar, you don't cultivate your physique well, and you sneak out again, I think you have itchy skin!" ”

"Brush!"

Xiao Caomiao's eyes flickered, and he didn't see the big man's movements clearly at all, he could only feel that something was rushing towards him.

By the time he reacted, the big man had already picked up the boy and was about to cover his big black metal hand against his buttocks.

However, the big man suddenly became sluggish.

Looking at the small grass seedlings in the young man's hand in a daze, he asked tremblingly, "Green plants?" ”

"Brush, brush!"

In an instant, the young man's umbrella pillar was surrounded by a group of black metal clansmen.

Everyone held their breath and looked at a certain grass pretending to be dead in disbelief, as if they had seen a legendary alien, and the shock in their hearts was indescribable.

"Grandpa."

The umbrella post suddenly shouted, and everyone immediately separated a road, allowing an old man with a black and gold cane to go to the front.

The little grass seedlings who pretended to be dead were surrounded by so many strong creatures, and they were already very nervous.

This time, the nerves tightened.

Because this old man is completely no different from a human being, and his head is no different from a normal person.

This shows that the other party has almost come to the end of the cultivation path!

His own life and death are all in the other party's thoughts.

Although the old man was approachable and did not emit any power, Xiao Cao Miao still felt an aura that made the starry sky tremble.

"Is there really any green plant in the world?"

The old man muttered, looking out at the billions of miles of metal mountains.

The mountains are endless, towering into the sky, the emperor's mountain, the emperor's peak, undulating, majestic and boundless.

However, this vast world is dead silent, dark and desolate, and black is the only theme.

The umbrella pillar picked up the small grass seedlings and respectfully handed them to the old man.

PS: The following is in the author's words, no charge