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

Chapter 1213 Fang Ding

To tell you the truth, all the races in this world are just pigs and sheep kept in captivity by the existence in the universe, and we just slaughtered pigs and sheep into a delicacy and presented them to the adults.

This so-called Sezu tree is just right as a condiment. "9

This is shocking!

Is there an existence beyond the world, behind these ancient evil spirits?! "I'm not reconciled!"

Yao Lao shouted angrily in the sky, but the ancient evil spirit had already taken action.

"Okay, old man, you know enough, let me take you on your way!

At the moment when the giant hammer was raised again, the long river of time fluctuated again, and the leaf that went up against the current had come to this place and landed on the Fang Ding.

The ancestral tree seedling in Gu Xie Chong's hands radiated a dazzling light in an instant, as if it had a scorching temperature, causing Gu Xie Chong to let go in a panic.

Seedlings landed.

The ancestral tree seedling absorbs the power of the long river of time, and in an instant, it grows into a towering tree. The luxuriant branches and leaves seem to be able to cross the ancient times.

"What is this?

Gu Xiexun roared in panic, and then, the evil energy in his body once again condensed into the war hammer, and knocked it down in the direction of the towering tree.

However, at this moment, Shizu's branches were lush and leafy, and when the heavy hammer fell, its branches spread and intertwined, forming a tree network, which evenly dispersed the huge force everywhere, and disappeared directly into nothing; shape.

This……

Gu Xie Chong was startled, he quickly wanted to retreat, but found that the towering tree was not ready to let him go.

The branches spread and crisscrossed, wrapping him in them, trapped in the years.

The ancestor tree of that generation took root here, enduring the passage of time, and at the same time, it also left him here forever.

"Cough, daddy..."

The boy's weak cough sounded, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the scene in front of him.

"Grandpa, where did this big tree come from?"

Hearing the boy's doubtful voice, Yao Lao urged the formula to re-run the Fang Ding, and then brought the boy back to the Fang Ding.

"Maybe it is the other end of the long river of time, and there are supreme powers to help, to keep the blood of our Yao family.

Yao Lao's voice revealed infinite emotion, staring into the distance, as if looking for the last hope of the human race.

The long river of time re-runs, and the gurgling water is galloping endlessly, from upstream to downstream, everything goes with the flow, and that Fang Ding is in the long river of the years, flowing with the waves.

In Daqingshan.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaolong was bringing Luo Tanmeng and others to the ground. , A few people dressed like farmers and peasant women, but they didn't see the immortal who could turn the sky.

Ying Baiyi and Ke Bingheng were lined up on both sides with farm implements in their hands. Jiang Xiaolong held a yellow rope whip in his left hand and an earth-colored plow in his right hand, plowing the fields himself.

On Da Hei's side, he actually brought a cow back to work, and asked Miao Xiaomiao to help the plow. How did the cow come back?

Da Hei was also happy, but only bared his teeth at the descendants of the Kui Niu.

Is it to come to cultivate the fields, or to provide food for oneself? Isn't this a good decision?

Selectively ignored by Jiang Xiaolong directly.

After all, it is better to say less about such unlucky words.

After three round trips, the demonstration of farming is completed, and the rest is waiting for a few people to play freely.

The sun was shining in the sky, and it was already noon. Under the scorching sun, Ying Baiyi and Ke Bingheng were sweating to their heart's content.

Other...lunch break!

"Jingle one"

Ke Bingheng swung down the hoe in his hand, as if he had hit a copper and iron object, and he couldn't help but look down in confusion.

On the yellow earth, a bronze corner was exposed.

"Senior Jiang Xiaolong, there seems to be something here!

A group of people gathered over and pulled open the surrounding loess, revealing a square tripod.

Above the Fang Ding, there are all traces of the erosion of the years. I don't know how long it has gone through.

Jiang Xiaolong had a puzzled look on his face. He had been in the Daqingshan Mountains for many years, and the land had been replanted more than once, but this Fang Ding had never appeared.

Could it be that someone just buried it?

Looking at that simple and heavy appearance, it seems to be some years old. I'm not afraid of anything else, but I'm afraid that someone who stole the cultural relics and framed them would be bad!

Jiang Xiaolong thought about it, and a hoarse old man's voice came from the Fang Ding.

"Reached……

shit!

Hell!

Jiang Xiaolong’s heart turned violent, but his feet seemed to be rooted. He couldn’t move. In the square tripod, an old man and a young man climbed out. They were yellow-faced, skinny, and ragged. A little richer than they look.

Human or ghost?

The old and the young are the remaining blood of the Yao family, Yao Lao and his young grandson Yao Qingming. "What era is this?"

Yao Lao looked around with doubtful eyes, this place was actually filled with a strong chaotic atmosphere.