Chapter 3 The depths of the secret realm are not only trees, even the small grass is as thick as a small tree, and the branches and leaves are extremely luxuriant, although these surprised Fang Ling, but what surprised him even more was the breath here, dense, pure, and delicate, to an indescribable point.

Fang Ling just took a breath, and that breath poured into his chest like sweet spring water, turning into a stream of warm current and merging into the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, his body suddenly jumped up, and the sun fire energy and the moon yin ice energy surged at the same time, and the excitement couldn't be stopped.

What surprised Fang Ling even more was that the thunderball in his abdomen actually spun rapidly, and the humanoid grass that had been growing had actually undergone a strange change at this time.

After Huo Junyuan's analysis that day, Fang Ling had been using the Qi of Heaven and Earth to feed the Thunder Ball and supply the humanoid grass with nutrients to promote its formation of the golden pill for his own use, but the humanoid grass had not changed much.

And now, just because of the breath here, the humanoid grass that was originally rooted in the thunderball, with only a few leaves, as small as the thickness of a finger, actually grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the grass stems did not change significantly, but a few young shoots were born.

Fang Ling was very happy, greedily breathing the air here, and finally remembered that he was in the Heaven Follower Secret Realm, every minute of time here is quite precious, he looked left and right, and suddenly found that there were bursts of light under the canyon, obviously there was a spiritual object, so he rushed towards it.

It seems that the reason for the purity of the air here, Fang Ling felt that his body was also much lighter, and he jumped more than ten zhang away, and after a while, he arrived at the place of strange colors, and what emitted the strange color was a simple wooden box, although it was far away, but the air of heaven and earth emitted by the box was already dense to the point of beyond imagination, and it was undoubtedly a rare spiritual thing.

Guarding the box was a palm-sized dark green frog, and the little guy was crouching on the ground, making a "croak" from his mouth

The screams don't seem to be threatening at all.

Fang Ling didn't underestimate this guy, after all, the rarity of the spirit object and the guardian beast also corresponded, since the spirit object was rare, this little frog must be very powerful, and with his five senses, he couldn't detect what level the little frog was, as if this little thing was very weak, and it could kick it away with one kick, and it seemed that this thing was unfathomable, stronger than himself.

Fang Ling took a deep breath, holding the Kun Heavy Knife in his left hand, condensed the Soul Devouring Black Qi in his right hand, and then flew towards the little frog.

As soon as the footsteps started, the little frog suddenly took a breath, instantly swelled dozens of times, and suddenly turned into a giant frog with a height of more than ten feet, dense spikes appeared on the giant frog's body, and its two eyes bulged like a ball, and at the same time, the breath on its body was also released at once.

The strong aura was like a thousand catties of heavy iron pressed down at once, Fang Ling's whole body was cold, and the person almost hovered in mid-air, unable to move, just because this aura was too strong and too strong, so strong that it was unimaginable.

Fang Ling's heart trembled, but under this strong pressure, he couldn't use a finger, as if a pair of invisible big hands grabbed him, and at this time he knew that the strength of this little frog had already exceeded his imagination.