The Divine Feather Emperor's comprehension of the magic power of the desolation was too mysterious, far beyond the special abilities of the ancient medicine.

Xiao Cao Miao felt that her head was going to explode, her face was bloodshot, and she was angry.

His skull was like an over-inflated tire, swollen to the extreme, and then bulging as if it was about to burst at any moment.

However, Xiaocao Miao, who has experienced many life and death crises, is not flustered.

He is an extraordinary person, but an evergreen grass, and his carrying capacity for heaven and earth is incomparable.

Even, the mysterious veins on his grass body are engraved with the avenue of heaven and earth, which is very gorgeous.

Suddenly, the big bag on the head of the little grass seedling slowly squirmed, scurrying like an insect, and began to swim from top to bottom, the whole body of the little grass seedling.

Everywhere he passed, the lines on his body became more and more mysterious.

Suddenly, you can see the traces of divine feathers, flying and fluttering, full of fairy spirit.

And wherever this insect goes, which part of the grass body will be nourished, exuding the breath of the Desolate Demon Domain!

At the same time, the sky was full of light and rain, enveloping the earth.

The extreme concentration of long-term biomass sublimates everything within a radius of thousands of miles.

On the white relic bone box, the cracks were shrinking, and the whole body became crystal clear, and you could almost see the liquid mist roaring hideously inside.

The Abandonment Healing Knife Overlord Medicine King was evolving, transforming in an unknown direction, and in a trance, a few pieces of Divine Feather Runes fell on it, causing this plant to have a trace of the smell of flying immortals.

The ginkgo tree is stretching its branches and leaves, and finally enters the realm of the maker, and the body of the tree grows to a height of 10,000 meters, and one leaf can cover the sky!

The little grass seedlings were immersed in their own magical changes and couldn't wake up for a long time.

Life and death are opposites.

The power of immortality and the magic of desolation, one brings infinite vitality to all beings, and the other leads all beings to destruction.

No matter how you look at it, these two forces cannot coexist.

But now, they are integrated into the little grass seedlings, like yin and yang, which can be converted into each other without conflict.

What's even more surprising is that when the little insect swims to the roots and touches the black spot eroded by the demonic mist, it actually melts it down a bit.

Although, it was only a little bit, but it made Xiaocao Miao's heart excited.

The power of time has an effect on the magic mist!

Xiao Cao Miao hurriedly activated the new ability "Magic of the Wilderness" that she had just obtained, and hit the black sores on her feet with a bang.

Soon, however, he became discouraged......

The magic of the wilderness also depends on who uses it.

The resurrected deity contains some of the power of the Divine Feather Emperor.

Just now it is equivalent to a godless person, with the magic of the wilderness, to help himself repair the black sores on his feet, of course, it has an effect.

However, if we change this grass in the realm of refining gods, there is nothing we can do.

The gap is not ordinarily large.

Xiao Cao Miao slowly opened his eyes, woke up from his cultivation, and muttered:

"Self-insight!"

[Race: Longevity Grass (to be demonized)]

[Remaining life: ??? 】

[Realm: Early Stage of God Refining]

[Ability: Insight into all things...... Spell of Death, Burning Divine Power, Magic of the Wilderness, Dark Demonization (Temporary Ability)】

"It's finally done!"

The grass seedlings showed a happy color.

But in the next moment, his complexion changed drastically, as if he had eaten something that could not be digested, and he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to die.

"Vomit ......"

A certain grass covered the straw and vomited wildly.

The Shi Dan scum that had just been swallowed was tossed in the stomach like a river and a sea, and it was impossible to digest it at all.

If it weren't for the stomach tract he cultivated, which was as hard as diamond, it would have been pierced by Shi Dan slag a long time ago.

"Vajra Divine Power!"

The little grass seedling shouted, the whole body bronzed, became dull and heavy, and even the internal organs and blood coagulated, which was a little better.

The internal organs were lucky, and the slag of Shidan was completely crushed into dust.

Then, Xiao Caomiao's stomach squirmed, like a martial arts master, so that the internal strength squeezed the slag up, spit out of his mouth, and sprayed far away.

And his swollen straw stalk has visibly returned to its normal state.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Xiao Caomiao couldn't help coughing a few times before she regained her breath.

He almost turned into a grass choked by the ashes.

"Whew......"

The little milk tiger successfully entered the realm of the maker, and he still looked like a meaty man, and he didn't grow up at all.

is crawling on the wall of the coffin and looking at the little grass seedlings, with a timid meaning in his eyes.

Because, just now, a terrifying demonic power appeared on the body of the immortal grass, like a walking forbidden area of life, exuding the power of the years that plundered all vitality!

Fortunately, the emperor's coffin can block this power.

Otherwise, the great forest at this moment would have long since ceased to grow, and everything would wither and go to the end.

Xiao Caomiao's brows furrowed suddenly.

Operate the magic of the wilderness, spread the strange power towards, and use mental consciousness to carefully control the expansion range.

However, this power of time is difficult to control, and it is not transferred by the will of the grass.

It directly expands in all directions, covering the heavens and the earth, without any dead ends.

A certain grass wants to let the power of the years, follow his divine sense, bypass the little milk tiger, and don't hurt his little friends.

only to find that the strong spiritual power that he was proud of could only stir up a little bit of the magic of the wilderness.

Even if the mind and mind are running to the extreme, causing the huge waves in the sea of consciousness to be monstrous and the Golden Divine Lake to evaporate violently, it will not be able to perfectly control the magic power of the desolate and bypass the little milk tiger.

"Woo......"

The little one felt the strange power that came at him in a zigzag way, and his face was frightened, and he screamed, and the girl ran away.

ran for thousands of miles, ran to the outermost coffin of the nine-story coffin, and then looked back at the evergreen grass with palpitations.

"Damn!"

Xiao Caomiao's face was a little ugly.

The ideal is very happy, the reality is very skinny, if you can't control the Desolate Demon Domain, you can only spread in all directions like radar, and the creatures in the forbidden area will die!

In the end, only one was left, alone in the twilight.

"Brother God, you should also be able to release the Desolate Demon Domain, is there a way to envelop a radius of 100,000 miles, but only release it against the enemy, and not injure your own people by mistake?"

The little grass seedling sent out mental fluctuations towards the coffin.

The white little emperor's coffin trembled slightly, and a wisp of fluctuation came back.

As a god, he can indeed control the power of the Demon Domain precisely when he is awake.

However, it is impossible for him to stay awake all the time.

Unless the little grass seedling does nothing, he stays in the coffin, treats himself as a cow, and continues to infuse him with energy.

This is simply not realistic.

After answering, the deity fell into a deep sleep again.

Every time he recovers, he needs to consume a huge amount of energy, and in this world, except for the emperor, only the evergreen grass can support him.

At this moment, Xiao Caomiao's dream of a forbidden area of life was completely shattered.

Unless, his spiritual power becomes hundreds or thousands of times stronger, and he can reach the level of the Eight Desolations with a single thought, then he can probably perfectly control the magic power of the Desolation.

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