Burial of heaven and earth, the soil that plant life most desires.

But no one knows where to find this soil, only heard of it in legends.

Each ancient medicine has devoted a lifetime to the road of finding this soil.

As long as you get the burial earth, you don't have to worry about "nutrients" from now on, and you don't need to find any feng shui treasures, as long as you can develop with peace of mind.

Such a small pot of burial soil is enough to completely bury the roots of the small grass seedlings.

The black-purple particles, as uniform as fine sand, emit a misty mist.

Faintly, a majestic chanting sound, like the sound of opening the heavens, echoed between these particles.

The moment the grass seedlings took root, black and purple Dao Lotus flowers immediately flew in the soil, crystal clear, as if containing the truth of the universe, accompanied by the sound of chanting, constantly integrated into his body.

In an instant, a certain grass fell into a magical state.

I only feel that the sky is no longer high, and the road is no longer far.

It was as if he was standing on the shoulders of an emperor, contemplating his wisdom and Dao fruits.

It's an unimaginable experience, only a little worse than experiencing the Emperor's divine might in a relic incarnation.

Moreover, the smell of this burial heaven and earth, with a hint of the incarnation of the relic, if the little grass seedling has not been integrated into the incarnation, it is really impossible to distinguish it.

"Lord Cao, I can sense your mental fluctuations, as a psychic green plant, you can still run around on the ground, it is really the biggest wonder I have ever seen in my life."

The old chief looked at the small grass seedlings that did not come out of the earthen pot, and was amazed.

"What is your relationship with the Remnant Avatar?" The small grass seedlings are stuck in the pot, swaying gently and emitting mental fluctuations.

"He is the ancestor of our Burial Heaven Clan, who used to be a psychic iron tree, and the first black metal life in heaven and earth." The old chief said.

"What?" Xiao Cao Miao was stunned, "The ancient relics are black metal life? ”

"Yes."

The old chief said earnestly:

"At the beginning of antiquity, the earth was full of ancient forests, except for this small ravine, there was no black metal mountain range between heaven and earth, and the ancestors were trapped in this projectile land and could not leave, because once they were far away from the black mountain, their spiritual consciousness would be suppressed and turned into dead things."

After a pause, the old chief sighed and said:

"With supreme perseverance and great wisdom, he changed the structure of his life, transformed into a new body from the iron tree, and became the most ordinary green plant, and then started cultivating again, and condensed a flawless human body, so that he could break free from the shackles of the endless black mountain."

"As for the soil in which you took root, it is actually the body of the iron tree left over from the transformation of the ancestors into green plants, and the particulate matter formed by the disintegration of the years, the ancestors took out some of it, and we don't know who it gave it to, and the pot is the remaining soil."

The old chief looked at the mysterious veins on the little grass seedling, and the more he looked at it, the more amazed he became.

This is the most beautiful work of art he has ever seen, and it has a fight with the symbol of the emperor engraved on the exterior of the bone box.

"The ancient relics are really amazing and beautiful, and they are the best in the ages." Xiao Cao Miao sighed, ashamed of herself.

"Master Cao, the ancestors are willing to bring you back, we will naturally do our best to help you, may I ask if you are the legendary ancient medicine?" The old chief asked.

"This ......" Xiao Caomiao's heart tightened.

I am a matter of longevity, and I must not leak it.

Unless, these black metal beings don't covet their own bodies!

Or, their own roots, medicinal liquids, and fragrant fragrances have no temptation for them, let alone any effect, so that the little grass seedlings dare to give their own details.

If you persecute yourself, you won't get any benefits, and these Burial Heaven Clan creatures will naturally not embarrass themselves.

After all, there is still a relationship between ancient relics.

Brush it to the side of the relic bone box, which is the only talisman of a certain grass.

Then, the little grass seedling carefully opened its pores.

A wisp of rich fragrance wafts between the bad waters of Black Mountain.

But the next moment......

"Gross!"

Even the old chief, all the black metal beings vomited violently, as if the cat smelled the smell of durian, and reacted greatly.

......The corners of Xiao Caomiao's eyes twitched, and her heart was greatly hit.

Someone actually dislikes the taste of longevity?

This is simply the biggest joke in heaven and earth!

"Lord Grass spares his life, quickly collect the supernatural powers......"

A very strong black metal man was about to vomit out his bile, begging for mercy in pain.

Close the pores, astringent fragrance, a certain grass's face is a little unsightly.

Is it true that I am not fragrant?

“hetui~”

Xiao Cao Miao spit saliva on his hand and tasted it suspiciously.

It's still the same smell, my saliva is very fragrant, and it hasn't changed.

It took a long time for this group of black metal beings to recover, and the eyes of the little grass seedlings changed, faintly with fear.

A fresh long-growing grass whisker is plucked down by a small grass seedling.

"Whoever will taste my roots, after eating them, you will know who I am."

"Boom!"

The people of the Burial Heaven Clan under the altar scattered in a hurry, and they all hid back in their houses, as if they had seen a plague god.

At the scene, only the old chieftain and the umbrella post remained.

Both of them subconsciously took a few steps back, so as not to get too close to the hair.

"Lord Changsheng Grass, this joke can't be made."

Suddenly, the old chief broke the identity of Xiao Caomiao.

"How do you know I'm an evergreen?" Qin Changge clenched the remains of the bone box, nervous to the extreme.

The old chief smiled and said: "In the last years of antiquity, the ancestor came back once, leaving a method for us to bury the Heavenly Clan to leave the Endless Black Mountain, these methods can also follow the path of the God, the first method is to take off the old shell and transform into a new womb like the ancestors. ”

"As for the second method, it is to follow the long-lived grass and use its long-term biomass to wash away certain things in our body, so that we can adapt to the external environment."

The old chief affirmed: "Between heaven and earth, only the evergreen grass can make us bury the heavenly clan and produce a strong sense of discomfort, and your fragrance will have long-lasting biomass, which will make us very painful." ”

"So that's ......" Qin Changge muttered: "The Relic Wood Incarnation sent me over, in addition to giving me benefits, does it also want me to help these Burial Heaven Clansmen and leave Black Mountain?" ”

After thinking about it, Xiao Cao Miao was about to leave, holding the burial earth basin in his left hand, and holding the remains of the bone box in his right hand, and asked with mental fluctuations:

"Do you want to leave the Endless Black Mountain, you can leave by yourself without me, and the friends are still waiting for me."

"Grow the grass, wait until I ask the opinion of the clansmen."

The old chief hurriedly finished speaking, and began to worry about the clansmen and discussed.

……

In fact, the two paths left by the incarnation of the relict wood and the burial of the Heavenly Clan are all tantamount to not being said.

These black metal beings do not have the great wisdom and perseverance of the ancient relics at all.

How easy is it to change your life form from metal to plant?

As for purifying oneself with the help of long-term biomass, that is even more nonsense.

Even if the evergreen grass is right in front of you, these black metal beings can't withstand the erosion of the evergreen mass at all.

They are black metal, wash away the metal elements in your body, can you still live?

That's equivalent to washing away the flesh and blood in the human body, and you're not going to die, aren't you?

Even if the process is slow and can be borne by you, the pain of digging out your heart and cutting your flesh and burning your internal organs can hurt people to death.

No one knows how far it has been purified.

Moreover, this kind of erosion will cause their realm to regress, and their cultivation will be completely wasted, even if they completely change their physique, they will have to cultivate again.

In the end, except for the youngest umbrella pillar, who yearns for the outside world, no one wants to follow the little grass seedlings and leave.

However, the people of the Burial Heaven Clan were very thoughtful.

When the parachute leaves the Endless Black Mountain, the consciousness will be suppressed, turned into a dead thing, and completely unconscious, so that there will be no pain.

As long as he ensures that his black metal body is not destroyed, not disabled, and follows the immortal grass, he will one day transform successfully.

As an experimental subject, the young umbrella pillar, carrying the hope of the Burial Heaven Clan, flew to the Endless Black Mountain with the small grass seedlings.