There is a huge difference between ordinary bamboo rice and the spiritual alienation, whether it is fullness, size, or even color.

When the dark brown bamboo is not ripe, it looks like a layer of rice with a layer of green skin, and under the ripening of the spiritual liquid, it turns from green to reddish brown in a short time, and the breath is a little mellow.

Ten mangosteens, collected into his hand is about less than a catty, he held a handful in his hand and put it in front of his eyes to look closely, the skin has no silver, and it looks very clean.

Pull out the withered bamboo body, chop it to make firewood, and after the spiritual power sweeps it, pick out a part of it that is slightly rounded, bury it in the pit on the spot, apply spiritual liquid, and fill it in the soil.

At present, it is basically certain that this mangosteen is at the threshold of flowering and fruiting, even if there is no spiritual liquid to ripen, it will not bloom on the cliff for more than half a year, and it will die immediately.

Chen Yu divided a part of the bamboo rice and sprinkled it around, and the rest of the hand will also be planted after bringing it back, and the address has been selected, just in front of the house and behind the house, close to the peach forest.

"In my memory, the green bamboo should be white in bloom, and the appearance is different from what I saw these two times."

The thought flashed, and he thought it was a change caused by an inspiration at first, but now it seems that ordinary mangosteen flowers really look like this.

Maybe it's the difference between water and soil.

planted bamboo rice, splashed the remaining half of the spiritual liquid on his body as nutrients, and immediately packed up his things Chen Yu jumped off the cliff and rose into the clouds, and soon disappeared.

……

At the end of February, the willow trees on the mountain road once again stretch their tender green buds and are no longer bare. The wind whispers in the ears, as if telling the arrival of spring.

Early flowers emerge from under the soil, fresh grass spreads, and snail vines climb up the trees, occupying the moist areas.

Overnight, the greenery is abundant.

Only the sky is not beautiful, the sun is not bright for a long time is obscured, the mountain is gloomy for several days, and a large rain curtain falls after a while.

Ding Ding Bang Dong Dong -

The bricks and tiles mingle with the sound of rain to create a crisp rhythm.

Smack!

The black fish was bored, with a fish-faced face, and opened and closed its thick lips to spit water out of the tank—the tank overflowed, and the duckweed and round blades of grass that it used to lie flat to support its body were gone.

By the wall, the gluttonous deer's cheeks did not stop, their heads drooped in the shack, buried in the haystack. From time to time, he rolled his tongue and chewed and swallowed the fresh grass planted by Chen Daguan. The round eyes looked at the corner of the world encircled by the wall of the square courtyard, gloomy and gloomy, accompanied by the wind and rain howling, and unconsciously changed into chestnut brown fur Its short tail wagged and swayed, revealing a touch of snow white underneath.

Whoop!

Among the Big Three, only Brother Chicken is the most restless, and he has recovered his spirit, this guy has been crying all day long, grinding his claws, while he is entangled in the two hens for some reason he has lost his previous pampering and leisure, and on the other hand, he is thinking about the lesson of a good life to teach the group of little cubs who don't know the height of the sky. The younger generations gradually hardened their wings, and dared to compete with the master of the chicken shed for grass seed wheat grains.

Sou!

The blue light surged from the sky, and a fish, a deer, and a chicken all looked up, and then they retracted their gaze, and the two-legged beast ran out again.

This is the norm, and when you first awaken yourself, you still feel a little afraid, but as time goes by, you have seen too many sights of two-legged beasts flying around with bright lights, so I am used to it.

The triumvirate did their own thing, waiting for the rain to fall and wait for the weather to clear.

At the same time, somewhere there is no name.

The thunder rushed, like a tidal wave bursting. It gushed and flowed from the dark sky clouds, rushing in the high sky.

Chen Yu stood under the clouds, letting the thunderclouds roll, and the sudden flickering light fell silent, and then roared loudly, covering the huge mountains and fields.

"Lead!"

Lingwen gathered his palms, and the spiritual power that was originally trembling and did not dare to approach Huanghuang Tianwei flew towards the top of his head under the fusion of qi and blood, and the scorched breath in the air was faint, and it was blown away by the wind as soon as it was raised.

The aura transformed, and sixteen runes flew out one after another, combined with the hook together, and a rudimentary spell slowly appeared.

Laugh at! The thunder light was dazzling, and he waved his hand to surround his body with mana, but he didn't dare to touch the heavenly thunder on his back, but he was able to dodge one or two under the sensitivity of the Weathering Rainbow Technique.

It was like an upside-down giant tree, and its branches spread in all directions of the sky, and the light and heat made the mana tremble, but fortunately, more green clouds swung out in the body to counteract it, and the spell was maintained on the body.

On the other hand, Chen Yu didn't notice the changes outside his body, and his eyes were firmly nailed to a cloud of pale blue that filled the clouds.

Zilala! The silver mangs are like snakes, but they are not spiritual power manifestations.

Lingwen is like a array, imprisoning Yunguang inside, but it has never been suppressed, but there is a faint sign of collapse.

Before he could take a closer look, a warning came to his mind, his intuition was warning, he took a deep breath and quickly gathered the cloud light in his arms, this spell has not yet been closed and perfected, there are still a lot of loopholes, and now it is the best result to be able to carry the thunder as much as possible, and he can't hope for more.

The figure flickered a few times, and the sudden explosion of blue rainbow was very dazzling in the inky skylight.

The Wind Riding Technique worked to the extreme, and in a moment, it went straight out of more than ten miles. At this moment, a sea of silver exploded behind him—the furious thunder seemed to be extinguished, swallowing, scorching, crackling and exploding, and the power was so terrifying that even the wind seemed to be afraid to stop, and the rich stench of burnt stench came from miles away, fluttering in the nose.

"Fortunately, I hid in time."

He looked back, and the thunder in the eyes of ordinary people gradually extinguished and subsided, but from the spiritual perspective, the radius of several miles centered on the riotous thundercloud was clean—the spirituality was bombarded to the point of overflowing!

It was the first time he had witnessed a change so drastic that even the spiritual effects had been affected.

His gaze retracted, and he fell to the cloud that was already a wisp of embers in his hand.

Poof!

A spirit text collapsed in front of Chen Yu's eyes, and seeing that a ray of thunder in the clouds was about to be extinguished, he hurriedly began to study it.

Thunder is one of the few things in heaven and earth that is intuitively destructive enough.

With the corresponding memory, he naturally does not have unnecessary primitive worship like ordinary people, and can look at it with more rational thinking and eyes.

Just like at this moment, he wanted to parse this thunder light!

"After all, the world is different, and these thunderbolts can penetrate the spirits, and some spirits are quickly melted in the moment of contact, which is amazing."

Because since the discovery of spirituality, no matter water and fire, spirit, qi and blood, or mana, it cannot destroy spirituality in the true sense, and he has pondered that perhaps spirituality is one of the most essential things in this world.

But not long ago, an unexpected thunderstorm made Chen Yu change his mind.

Thunder's destruction of spirituality is incomplete, yet it is indeed the only way he can currently access it that can deconstruct spirituality.

What's going on inside those little dots of light? This question has been bothering him for a long time.

"Today, I can't say I can see the real face!"

Looking down, the thunder was thick, shining on the body with a faint halo, like frost and mist.

In fact, with the help of his spiritual power, it was not difficult for him to come up with a spell that cast light and electricity, even if he did not find the corresponding formation pattern in the lightning strike wood he had obtained at the beginning.

However, considering that natural thunder may be a little different, I finally chose to take the risk of catching a thunderbolt. For this moment, he also devoted his efforts to developing a set of trapped formations, which can also be said to be a cage specially created for high-temperature and high-energy thunder and lightning.

Channeling!

There are a lot of problems with spells, and the first time to practice, if it weren't for the right time and place, it might not be able to grasp it.

In the sky, the thunder was still surging, and Chen Yu, who had returned to the ground, was ready to make a move.

There may be a way to analyze the thunder, but there is no room for wasting time at this moment, Chen Yu didn't expect it to be the first time, he thought that he would have to try and make mistakes a few times, but since he has the materials, he can't waste it.

A golden light poured out from the center of his eyebrows like liquid, converging and condensing into a primordial god villain.

The aura gathered in the palm, and the two spiritual texts with a slight effect of lightning diversion in the lightning guidance technique were attached and adhered to the outside of the body.

Go!

As soon as the thought fell, this palm-sized little golden man did not hesitate as always, put on his magic robe and spiritual text, and plunged headlong!

Cracking sound!

Unexpectedly, the Yuan Shen had not yet been shattered, but Chen Yu, who was fixed in place, couldn't stop the green smoke from the ground, and his face suddenly alternated between blue and white, and he staggered and fell under the tree......

35 up......

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