Spirit Plant: I have an entry panel

Such thoughts made him condense the golden elixir and rush directly into the calamity cloud that had not dispersed.

White Dumpling and Armored Dumpling were watching him.

The two seemed to realize Song He's purpose of coming here, and the former asked: "What did you see?"

"I saw nothing up there."

Song He answered honestly: "The highest point where countless threads of heaven are intertwined, there is nothing, it is empty."

As soon as these words were spoken, the two incarnations of Heaven's Way suddenly looked sad, but at the same time they were almost unable to hide their excitement and joy.

Devouring struggle... The monks in the Tianyun Realm help the Heavenly Dao accumulate spirituality in this way, and now the Heavenly Dao finally have the idea of ​​​​competing with each other——

What if I could reach that position?

What if I could also occupy that position?

Bai Tuanzi and Armored Tuanzi looked at each other.

It seemed like nothing happened, but it seemed like thousands of words had been exchanged.

Armored Tuanzi sighed slightly: "To be honest, it's up to you to work hard on this matter, because you have the ability to swallow spiritual power fragments."

Bai Tuanzi nodded unceremoniously: "Of course it's my turn."

"Then go ahead." Armored Tuanzi stretched out his short hand and spread it out, "Anyway, I have promised Lingye Sect a long time ago that I will integrate into the earth and become the way of heaven in this area."

After it finished speaking, it looked at Song He: "This news is very important. What do you want? It just so happens that you can be sure that it no longer exists up there."

Song He chuckled: "I want your creation authority, just like the power Bai Tuanzi had when he gave me the Golden Pill Tianenlian."

His eyes are very bright.

The wonderful feeling of being able to control himself just now makes him full of confidence now. He feels that he can leave a special spiritual plant for Lingye Sect that has never appeared before.

He was finally able to repay the sect for its help.

By the way, I also completed the task of handing in the spiritual plant.

"...You really dare to ask for it." Armored Tuanzi was speechless for a while.

It cautiously confirmed: "Then what you want to do, you must reveal it to us first, otherwise how can this authority be given to you casually."

"I want ordinary monks to have a small inner world."

"What?"

"The inner world in your body is the Mi Shen Tree, and it is a miracle that cannot be replicated. If you want to create another spiritual plant out of thin air... are you dreaming?"

Both Tiandao expressed their disapproval.

Bai Tuanzi even made it clear: "You can even say that you want to predict good or bad disasters, or borrow a little bit of the power of heaven at any time.

But in the inner world, it is absolutely impossible. "

But who would have thought that Song He nodded directly, and a spring water gushes out from his palm, which is a spring water with a colorful halo.

It glows with the light of a blurry dream that is completely different from the depressing reality.

It slowly interweaves and forms a small network.

There is a small world in that net.

There is only a thatched house, a small field, a stream and a breeze. Although the place is small, it has everything.

This is a brand new illusion that he modeled on the dreams he weaved for the radishes at that time. The difference from those of the radishes is that this illusion allows the monks to familiarize themselves with and deduce magical powers.

Just like those golden finger articles that I have seen before.

The power of heaven is endless. At least until the monks advance to become gods, they can use this space to deduce magical powers. As for the future... that is the future.

It is not easy for him to seek such a benefit for a monk under the transformation of God.

To put it bluntly, he provides an idea, and then needs to use the endless power of creation of heaven to realize it-as for how much power is needed, it depends on how much the two dumplings are willing to give.

Of course the two dumplings understood what he meant.

Bai Tuanzi was okay, he just curled his lips.

Armored Tuanzi looked distressed: "Doesn't this mean that I will be completely tied to your Lingye Sect? I am the Dao of Heaven!"

It is angry.

After all, it is the way of heaven, how can it be casually bound to a human sect? The way of heaven regards all things as rotten dogs!

However, Song He glanced at it and said calmly: "The North Territory Ascension Plan, the sect must have already discussed it with you, right?"

He discovered the root veins on the armor of Armored Tuanzi that could only be found in the Spirit-casting Divine Tree, which was the unique mark of the Lingye Sect.

According to Lingye Sect's plan, it's not impossible if he really doesn't want Heaven to know.

Besides, when he knew about the Northern Territory Ascension Plan, he was sure that the elders had already had a relationship with Tiandao, and even promised some benefits to Tiandao.

Otherwise, how could Heaven allow the Lingye Sect monks to do whatever they want.

Armored Tuanzi immediately fell silent.

It looked down and changed the subject: "Don't you just want to use the power of creation from heaven to create a spiritual world, just like the spiritual network you built in Beihai."

Well……

In fact, Song He really didn't have this idea.

Because for a single dream, you only need to plant a seed, wait for it to sprout, and let the monks nourish and irrigate it.

But if he wanted to connect to each other, the amount of power required would be absolutely astronomical, and he thought he couldn't do it yet.

But Armor Tuanzi suddenly mentioned it like this.

Could it be...

"Since you want to do it, just do it to the end." Armored Tuanzi suddenly approached Song He, and his body slowly melted, leaving only the armor attached to the latter's body.

The endless power of the Heavenly Dao was immediately bestowed upon Song He, and he felt a strange five-colored halo flowing in the infinitely far distance.

Just a tiny bit of it was projected over, and Song He had a wonderful feeling of being omnipotent.

"That was the foundation of creation that laid the foundation for this world, and it was the five-colored stone essence left by the Goddess Nuwa. My friend, since you want to do it... then try to absorb its power."

The voice of the armored ball came: "If the mindscape of the seven-colored divine deer is combined with the power that can truly create things at will, it can be considered a truly complete magical power."

Song He understood its meaning instantly.

"That must be completed."

His soul consciousness immediately climbed up crazily, like climbing a sacred mountain, just wanting to touch the special power belonging to the Supreme Heavenly Dao.

During this period, he could clearly feel that there were very terrifying obstacles, but they were all blocked by the armor on his body. This seemingly ordinary rattan armor is the most solid soul protection magic weapon in this world.

And the Tianxin Divine Jade Ring that Song He carried himself was also taking effect.

The Heavenly Dao and this treasure work together to ensure that Song He will not be turned into an idiot by the endless terrifying spiritual pressure around him, but there is still pressure.

Song He is injecting all his "pressure" emotions into the Mishen Tree, distributing the pressure to all the creatures in the world.

At the same time, he uses the tuning sunflower to "harmonize" the pressure.

It is actually quite difficult to do this, but he enjoys this process very much, and the pressure has become his motivation to continue to move forward.

Since he awakened the golden finger, everything has been going smoothly. Suddenly, a very challenging thing appeared, and he was almost burning up.

The armored ball seemed to enjoy the process of forcibly seizing the power of the Supreme Heavenly Dao. Its spirit was very excited, and the entire Northern Territory had extremely strange changes-

The sky was full of wind and clouds, and colorful spiritual lights poured out from everywhere, forming a colorful cloud layer that covered the entire Northern Territory.

...

The Yuanying Zhenren of Lingye Sect waited and waited, but Song He did not come back.

But suddenly they caught a glimpse of this scene.

The Star God had already transmitted the situation she detected to several real people in real time, and they all felt very complicated.

Especially the head of the sect.

He slapped his thigh: "This guy! He and the Heavenly Dao are doing trouble together?"

The key is that it's okay to do trouble, but why did he steal his own things?

The five-color stone was asked by Master Bai Yan from Nuwa at that time, but he only kept the essence and the power of the Dao inside, and the outer shell was kept for his own use.

Of course, since it is the foundation of the world and the Heavenly Dao, although the thing belonged to the Lingye Sect in the past, it is no longer the Lingye Sect's thing now.

At least the Lingye Sect cannot use it at will.

However, if you really want to use it, you can.

After all, they are all descendants of Nuwa, and Nuwa should have left consciousness in the essence - all major sects actually have such a back-up.

It is also to avoid some unspeakable things from happening.

The Yuanying real people immediately discussed it.

"What does he want to do with the power of creation?"

"Needless to say, he must want to make spiritual plants."

"Are you guys putting too much pressure on him?"

They discussed, but even Xing Ke Zhenren didn't want to help out - Song He, after the Jindan, was barely considered a middle-level person, and he should have his own ideas.

He also believed that Song He could do what he wanted, instead of relying on the help provided by the sect.

If you want to do it, then do it.

At this moment, the Zhenren people were very much looking forward to what Song He could do after the Jindan, the bigger the better, even if he really broke the sky, at least he had the ability to break the sky.

They would rather work hard to patch up the sky than want their disciples to be obedient like sheep and muddleheaded.

So, they just waited.

And after a while.

Some very strange anomalies appeared in the sky - colorful lights, colorful halos filled with endless vitality fell straight from the sky.

Like a solid body, it slowly stretched and extended.

Finally, it formed a huge net, covering the entire northern land.

The strange thing is that after these nets fell, even Xing Ke Zhenren who controlled the Casting Spirit Treasure Tree and Xing Bao who controlled the Starry Sky Curtain did not notice anything unusual.

It was like... a gorgeous rain curtain that disappeared after falling.

Even the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the golden sunlight once again shone on the earth.

"Strange."

"What is Song He's nephew doing?"

"Why can't I see him?"

They said it was very strange.

Immediately, one by one, they cast spells to find Song He, but to no avail, as if Song He had disappeared.

Now the Zhenren people really felt very strange.

One by one, they looked at Xing Bao.

Xingbao curled her lips, bowed respectfully to a certain place, and helplessly reminded: "This child..." She pointed around: "He can't get out for the time being." "Huh?" "What do you mean by can't get out for the time being?" "Is it the Heavenly Dao that trapped him?" Just when they were about to roll up their sleeves to cause trouble for the Heavenly Dao, Xingbao gently waved her hand and deployed the formation restriction on the Feiling Peak of the Lingye Sect.

"See for yourselves, it's so audacious that it even shocked the queen's consciousness!"

As soon as the formation restrictions were released, wisps of light immediately gathered in that direction.

Then an extremely magnificent and bright flower formed next to the Fenjie peach tree. It had layers of petals that seemed to be blooming all the time, and each one was filled with colorful light.

It seems to not exist in this world, illusory and confusing.

Song He's figure appeared next to the flowers.

His body was surrounded by a colorful halo, like dew that was illuminated by the sun in the morning, crystal clear.

There was a halo of blurred dreams shining all over his body.

One of the white dumplings and the armored dumpling were on his head, and the other on his body. They both laughed, and the laughter contained unabashed gloating.

Hearing this, Song He felt like his teeth were itching.

"Enough!"

He angrily grabbed the rattan armor on his body.

"You guy! You are so unreliable!"

He kneaded the rattan armor hard, and the extremely strong rattan armor was like dough, and he kneaded it into various shapes at will.

But its laughter is always endless.

Even Tiandao didn't expect that Song He would be so unlucky.

Although they successfully touched the five-color stone formed by the power of creation, they were discovered by the consciousness left inside.

You can't see her face clearly, but it feels like her eyes are all-encompassing and full of maternal tenderness and kindness.

"ha."

She just glanced lightly, then pointed towards this place with a smile, and poor Song He was wrapped up in the power of creation.

Then, just as Song He pursued, he indeed briefly controlled the unique power of creation of heaven, and directly "created" a spiritual plant with the ability to create mental scenes.

This spiritual plant was almost perfectly consistent with his idea.

However, because that force of creation has enveloped his body and soul, he is now restricted to the power of this spiritual plant called "Flower of the Dream World".

He knew very well that this was a small punishment for himself - a punishment for trying to touch the power of heaven's creation.

To be honest, this punishment would probably be undesirable if given to other monks, because now he can freely touch the spirituality and power of heaven.

This is a very, very rare experience for him to control the world of Mi Shen Tree, and he will definitely be able to reach a higher level in time.

But the bad news is...

Everything he sees now are complicated runes and various gatherings of spiritual energy - if the dream world he imagines can help monks evolve magical powers, then they must be familiar with the composition and changes of various spiritual powers.

This was originally a job for Armor Tuanzi.

But now it has somehow become his business!

The most important thing is that he doesn't know how long he will stay here. It is simply too painful. (End of chapter)