I saw that the green liquefied turned into a crystal green bead, which slowly slid down the veins on the leaf surface, and finally converged on the rhizome, and then gradually seeped into it.

Han Li straightened up and put away the little green bottle, and the leaf petals that were originally a little curly also returned to their original state as Han Li's body left.

The whole young green bud did not change in the slightest, except for the occasional breeze that fluttered the two leaf petals slightly, and then it was as if nothing had happened before.

Han Li wasn't in a hurry, his eyes stared at the small bud without moving, his eyes flickering slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Time passed little by little, and Han Li's expression did not change in the slightest, always maintaining an indifferent color.

I don't know how long it took, Han Li's expression moved slightly.

I saw a sudden flash of light on the leaf, and a strange pattern lit up, and then gradually spread, and in the blink of an eye, the whole tree was covered with buds.

This pattern is not the same as the veins of young leaves, but it looks quite familiar.

After Han Li looked at it for a while, he suddenly clapped his hands and muttered, "How can it be so similar to the Time Dao Pattern?"

However, the lines only lasted for a few breaths, and soon the lines on the leaves disappeared.

It's just that Han Li's brows were tightly locked, and his eyes flickered slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

These two living trees were planted by Mu Yan, the eldest disciple of the old ancestor of the Shingon Sect, could it be that when they were cultivated, they also used some method to endow this tree with the power of the law of time, or that these two living trees are originally things that contain the law of time

What about the tree that survived the catastrophe of decay?

In other words, it is just a false rumor

After thinking about it for a long time, Han Li couldn't come to an accurate conclusion in the end, so he had to shake his head and give up.

In any case, it is always a good thing that the stump of the tree sprouts and is reborn.

In the following time, Han Li stayed in the garden for another half a day, and after checking the growth status of many other elixirs, he left the elixir garden, and after stepping out of the silver light gate, he returned directly to the pond bamboo building.

The crying soul had been asleep for a long time, and there was no sign of waking up, so he did not go up to the second floor again, but sat down directly on the first floor.

After meditating and pranayama for a moment, Han Li flipped his palm and took out a piece of high-grade Purple Yang Warm Jade and held it in his hand.

He slowly poured the immortal spirit power into the warm jade, and a purple light immediately lit up on the jade body, and after it was reflected, the entire bamboo building was dyed purple.

Han Li was in the middle of it, and he only felt that his whole body was warm, and an extremely comfortable feeling emerged from the depths of the sea of knowledge, making him himself intoxicated, and he even felt a little reluctant to wake up.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, withdrew the immortal spirit power in his body, and the purple yang warm jade also recovered as before.

"This thing is really extraordinary, and the benefit to the divine soul is so strong, no wonder those guys in Black Weasel City are willing to take risks for this thing, if they use this thing to assist in cultivating alchemy, they may be able to get twice the result with half the effort. Han Li muttered with a look of surprise on his face.

As soon as he said that, he raised his hand and threw it lightly, and the piece of purple yang warm jade flew into the air and hovered over his head.

Han Li immediately pinched the mantra with both hands, and silently recited the mantra of the fifth layer of the Alchemy Technique in his mouth.

I saw that at the center of his eyebrows, a crystal light slowly poked out, writhing a few times in the void like a spiritual snake, and then as if he had found some prey, he suddenly rushed up and plunged into the piece of purple yang warm jade.

Nuan Yu shook slightly, and the purple light above lit up again, but instead of shining as before, it only lit up with a light that was more than ten inches in size, which could be used to obscure the void above Han Li's head.

Within the purple light, there seems to be purple smoke, and there seems to be a little bit of crystalline light, which looks like a purple nebula, which looks quite dreamy.

Han Li's expression immediately became soothed by the purple nebula, and waves of inconspicuous fluctuations in his divine consciousness rippled from all around his skull, like water streaks, one circle larger than the other.

Time is like water, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and it is another five years in a flash.

In the Huangliang Domain, in the midst of a rolling green mountain range, there is a mountain town that is almost isolated from the world.

At dusk, smoke began to rise from the rooftops of every house in the town, and the late farmer returned from outside the town with a one-horned green ox, and was walking under the wooden archway at the entrance of the street.

On the bluestone-paved street in the center of the town, many two-headed and four-armed demon children were chasing and playing back and forth, and some stout demon women were standing not far away, chatting about their parents' shortcomings while glancing at their children from time to time.

If they fall or bump, they always can't help but complain and help them up.

One of the children, a very clever little fellow, was about to quietly jump on another companion who was a few years older than him, when he suddenly saw two figures under the archway outside the town, reflected in the setting sun, walking towards the town.

The town was small, and they were all of the same ethnic group living here, so the child recognized them at a glance as two strangers, and instead of being afraid, he looked at them curiously.

The two of them were all with only one head and two arms, and they didn't look like the people in their town, and some of them were not very pleasant, but the clothes they wore were really beautiful, with all kinds of patterns that he had never seen before.

One of the two was an ordinary-looking young man who grinned at him when he saw the child looking at him, while the other man with white hair remained silent and expressionless.

The two of them were Han Li and Shi Chuankong, who had come here from the Shenqiu Domain.

Seeing that he was being spotted, the child immediately looked away, but soon couldn't help but look at it again.

Seeing this, Han Li, who was dressed in a green robe, had a smile in his eyes even stronger, wasn't the second stunned man who saw his third uncle for the first time the same as this demon child

"Brother Shi, I originally thought that the people of the Demon Race were born to be cultivators, but I didn't expect that there would be an existence like an ordinary human race. This mountain village is hidden in the mountains of Baxia, but it really feels like a paradise. Han Li withdrew his gaze and spoke.

"The people of all races in the Sacred Realm are born with strong physique, and the most ordinary people have an average lifespan of three or four hundred years. However, there are not many people who have the qualifications to cultivate, and unless everyone can do it along the way of body refining, not everyone is able and willing to practice. Shi Chuankong glanced at the people in the town and spoke.

"That's true. However, what race the people in this town are, it seems that their bloodline aura is not weak, and they don't look like ordinary demons. Han Li nodded and said again.

"In the Sanctuary, aside from some higher races, some lower races don't pay attention to bloodlines, so there are a lot of promiscuous marriages, and sometimes it's hard to tell which race they are when the bloodlines are not pure. The people in this town in front of me seemed to have pure blood, but I had never seen them anywhere else in the Sanctuary, and I couldn't tell them for a while. Shi Chuankong frowned and said.

As they spoke, the two of them had passed the frolicking children, and under the curious gaze of the women and farmers, they came to a small tea stall in the middle of the town, and sat down.

The owner of the tea stall was a hunchbacked old man with loose hair, and after giving the two of them a pot of tea, he turned around and went back to the house, without even saying a word to Han Li.

"Right now, the Dao Soldier Refining is coming to the last moment, and there is really no way to do it, so I can only delay here for some time. Han Li took a sip of the tea in the black pottery tea bowl, and unexpectedly felt sweet, and spoke.

"It's okay, it's not a rush to go back, it's better to stop and go. Although the aura of heaven and earth in this Baxia Mountain Range is average, the demonic qi is also far thinner than other places, and it is also suitable for Brother Li to refine Dao soldiers here. Shi Chuankong glanced at the black pottery tea bowl, didn't drink it, waved his hand, and said.

Hearing this, Han Li was about to speak, when he suddenly felt the ground shake under him, and he quickly stood up and picked up the teapot on the table and his own tea bowl.

The tea bowl on the side of Shi Chuankong fell to the ground with a "pop", and the tea spilled on the ground.

Before the two of them could figure out what was going on, they heard the children on the street running and shouting excitedly: "Run the mountain, run the mountain, and the mountain god grandfather move the nest"

The two of them looked at the women over there, all of them were as steady as Mount Tai, as if they were used to this, and they didn't have the slightest fear at all, and they didn't even shake their bodies much.

The violent tremor of the earth lasted for more than ten breaths before finally stopping.

Han Li sat back down and put the teapot and bowl back on the table.

The bench where Shi Chuankong was sitting was wet with tea, so he changed his position and sat on Han Li's left side.

"It's just an earthquake," Han Li said with some confusion.

"I didn't notice any unusual fluctuations, it should be an earthquake," Shi Chuankong nodded and said.

Before the two of them could finish speaking, another violent tremor came from the ground.

Han Li didn't get up this time, as soon as he pressed the corners of the table with his hands, the wooden table, which was already "squeaking" as if it was about to fall apart, stabilized again, and even the tea in the tea bowl did not make the slightest ripple.

This repeated earthquake occurred intermittently, more than a dozen times, before finally stopped.

By this time, the sky had also darkened, and the hunchbacked old man carried a dim lantern and hung it under the low eaves, and then leaned over to pick up the tea bowl that had been broken before.

By the time the hunchbacked old man straightened up, the two previous guests had disappeared, and only a black magic stone the size of a little thumb was placed on the table.

The old man looked left and right, but he couldn't see the two of them, and then he grabbed the magic stone on the table with his hand and put it into the pocket of his shirt.

On the mountain road outside the town, Han Li's expressions were a little stiff, and his steps were even more hurried.

"Brother Li, you really read it right" Shi Chuankong didn't speak, but asked through the transmission.