Resurrection of Spiritual Energy, A Hundred Times Potential of the Physical Body at the Start

Chapter 1211 Satan

After sealing this evil spirit, she began to read the other party's memory.

For a while, the dumpling was like a ball, inflated for a while, deflated for a while, and the memory melted like snow.

Because the memory melted too fast, Luo Tanmeng could only look around like a revolving beacon.

In Gu Xiexun's memory, a man's figure found it and wanted to obtain the power of Gu Xiexun, but in the end, because he couldn't control this power, he indulged Gu Xiexun to leave.

That man's blood tastes so sweet, Gu Xiexun first chose his relatives who were connected by blood, and went straight to the ancient royal court!

This is the origin of the ancient catastrophe.

who is that man?

Since the ancient evil clan came along the bloodline, that man must be a member of the royal family.

Luo Tanmeng was quite sure that he didn't know him, but at first glance, there was an inexplicable feeling of familiarity.

There was an idea that was about to come out, but Luo Tanmeng firmly pressed it back.

Here it is.

Luo Tanmeng was frowning.

"Shallow, settle down the sea clan, we will go back first. The terrifying consciousness of this ancient evil spirit's power was partially escaped by them today, I am afraid there will be endless troubles, so be prepared. 35

"Yes, Her Royal Highness! The shallow waters must settle the sea clan as soon as possible, and then they must find Her Royal Highness as soon as possible, and accompany Her Royal Highness to solve the ancient evil chaos!"

Shallow water bowed respectfully four or five degrees, the fish tail was laid flat on the ground, and his hands were crossed in front of his chest, making the highest etiquette of the sea clan...

"The wheat waves are billowing with golden light, and the singing is ten miles fragrant. The good news of the harvest,

Spread it everywhere!

Every family is happy, happy

Jiang Xiaolong was alone, plowing his vegetable garden boredly, and the ancient melody in his mouth gradually sounded.

This is a harvest song.

...is a song that my grandmother in the age of technology would sing.

What the hell, how do you remember such a song?

Jiang Xiaolong sang the song while digging the soil.

Luo Tanmeng and others came looking for the sound.

For a time, several people showed a look of surprise.

Originally, I only knew that Jiang Xiaolong's predecessor was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy, but he didn't want to, and even with a show of singing, there was a sense of heaven and earth.

Accompanied by the cheerful tone of the harvest song, the immortal plants in the field are madly absorbing the power of chaos overflowing from the Daqing Mountain.

If they are allowed to continue to grow like this, they are truly invincible. !

but……

Until the day when they are invincible, senior Jiang Xiaolong will give them the pot~

Large-scale social death scene!

Jiang Xiaolong's voice stopped instantly.

Immediately, the crazy brainstorming in my mind.

What were you doing just now?

Are you out of tune when you sing?

Do you ever do weird moves while singing?

And just when Jiang Xiaolong stopped here, Luo Tanmeng was also unable to speak.

Could it be that it wasn't the right time for a few of them to come back, which influenced Senior Jiang Xiaolong's cultivation of Xianzhi?

Under the misunderstanding between the two, the small courtyard was dead silent.

Jiang Xiaolong clenched his right fist to cover his mouth, coughed twice and said, "Cough, as the so-called spring planting and autumn harvesting, your daily rations depend on me to plant with one hand and one foot.

Ke Bingheng: Didn't I plant it?

Just at this moment, Jiang Xiaolong glanced over.

Ke Bingheng is showing a million points of respect!

Whose species is different?

·For flowers·

I still rely entirely on Senior Jiang Xiaolong's teaching!

Seeing that Ke Bingheng didn't mean to interrupt, Jiang Xiaolong continued, "On weekdays, only Ke Bingheng is more diligent and can help. Today, you all have to work together."

The crowd was instantly overjoyed that Senior Jiang Xiaolong was going to preach again in person!

Immediately, they scattered in the yard, each looking for a handy tool.

Jiang Xiaolong glanced at the nine tokens hanging from the treetops, and sighed softly, where did the last remaining piece go?

Just as Jiang Xiaolong turned his head, a token shone with a faint light, which was blocked by the branches and leaves of the Shizu tree.

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The long river of time flows without end.

The water flows from upstream and goes all the way down. There has never been the slightest confusion in the upper, middle and lower reaches. However, today, there is a leaf upstream, as if to return to the source of the long river.

If you take a closer look, above that small leaf, it seems that it is not ordinary, but the leaves of some kind of fairy plant.

The long river of time suddenly stopped.

The small leaf was also in it, no longer moving.

"Cough cough!

A quaint Fang Ding suddenly appeared in the long river of history, and immediately, the old man's violent coughing sound came from the Ding.

"Grandpa, are you okay?"

Beside him, there is a boy of six or seven years old, who is constantly patting the old grandfather's chest for him.

Although the space in the Fang Ding is not large, it is enough to accommodate the old and young. It took a long time for the old man to catch his breath.

"The source of all medicinal pills in the world comes from our medicinal sect. If we take it seriously, it will take hundreds of thousands of years for future generations to trace the source of those medicinal pills? Beg.