The Mighty Little Shennong

"How is this going?"

"The death of Zhang Bin? Is it because of Zhang Bin's fall?"

"Because Zhang Bin has obtained a huge amount of merit, such a strange change has taken place in his fall. This is the world crying bitterly. Zhang Bin has completely fallen."

"Hahaha... Zhang Bin has fallen. It's great. Once our senior brother Wu Gang is buried alive, he is invincible in the world and can kill all masters."

"..."

Many monks were shocked, and the monks of Tianwumen were all grinning.

Even Wu Gang grinned again and again, Zhang Bin, you and I are still a long way off.

He is not worried that he will get a huge amount of fault, because the cultivation of Tianwumen disciples is different from that of ordinary monks.

They refine their bodies, and as long as their bodies become stronger, they can tear apart the void and ascend to the Immortal Realm.

They are against the sky, that is, they are fighting and fighting against the heaven and the earth.

They are self-centred and against everything.

Mistakes don't affect them much.

"Master, how are you?"

"Zhang Bin, you won't really fall, will you?"

"Son, you will be safe and sound."

"..."

Many Chinese cultivators, including the Taiqing Sect disciples, everyone in the Golden City, and Mother Zhang all had expressions of tension and fear on their faces.

Because the tomb was still moving.

However, the tomb was motionless now.

Not even the bag came out.

After another ten minutes, there was still no movement from that giant tomb.

Quietly.

A dead silence.

"The referee, you can announce the result, because Zhang Bin has fallen."

"Referee, why are you still standing there? You can collect Zhang Bin's body."

"The referee, quickly announce that Wugang won the championship."

"..."

The monks of Tianwumen shouted in excitement.

"You farts, senior brother must be fine."

"Senior brother, hurry up and kill him, and teach him a big lesson."

"Our senior brother is invincible in the world, and we can definitely kill it."

"..."

The Chinese monks all shouted angrily.

Several referees began to discuss, and the last referee shouted: "Zhang Bin is a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Golden Core Realm, with strong vitality, it is not so easy to fall, wait for another half an hour, if it is still not broken, the result of the game will be announced. "

Half an hour?

The cultivator of Tianwumen stopped making noise, and there was a smirk on his face.

Because in another half an hour, Zhang Bin will definitely be dead, and even if Wu Gang releases him, there is no way to revive him.

This is equivalent to completely killing a super master.

Of course they were happy.

The Huaguo cultivator was a little confused.

It is hoped that Zhang Bin can break open the grave in half an hour, win the game and win the championship.

I also hope that this time will pass soon, that Wu Gang will put away his magical powers, and Zhang Bin may be able to resurrect.

In the void, the smallpox continued to fall.

The elf continued to sing and dance.

Amazing to the extreme.

"Boom..."

Thunder continued to sound in Zhang Bin's mind.

He entered a very magical realm.

As if Hongmeng had just opened, the world was chaotic.

In the void, it is full of purple mist.

filled the sky.

Countless plants grew tender shoots from the soil, greedily and excitedly swallowing the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

There is a lot of hype, and the elves are densely packed, covering the sky.

"Ugh..."

A strange voice sounded, and Zhang Bin's soul was swallowed by the seeds.

Thoroughly blend in with the seeds.

Rapidly becomes stronger as the seed devours the nourishment of the earth spirit.

Slowly, a limit is finally reached.

"Crack..."

With a loud bang, the seed's body surface cracked a gap.

A bud also grew out of that gap.

"Crack..."

There was a louder sound, and the seeds shattered in more places. Snow-white roots popped out.

In the small tree realm, Zhang Bin finally cultivated!

The roots of the small tree began to frantically devour the nutrients of the earth spirit.

The root system extended rapidly, criss-crossing the giant tomb.

The yellow light spots gushed out quickly, all absorbed by the root system.

That aura was too terrifying.

Shocking.

However, that small sprout did not grow up quickly, and developed exceptionally slowly.

After more than ten minutes, it was only two inches tall.

Two green leaves developed on the top, like emeralds, which are extraordinarily beautiful and attractive, exuding a mysterious atmosphere and great coercion.

As if Hongmeng had just opened, the innate spirit wood appeared in the world, and it was about to suppress an era.

"Look, something has changed."

A monk suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone's eyes are also immediately projected on the huge tomb.

Can't move away anymore.

Because that giant tomb is shrinking rapidly.

It seems to be swallowed by some monster.

Even Wu Gang's face changed greatly, and he shouted in horror: "Tu Jing, come back to me."

He transported the strongest earth-type supernatural power, and he wanted to take back the earth essence.

This treasure is too precious.

However, it is useless.

The earth spirit still didn't come back, still wrapping Zhang Bin.

Can't move at all.

Although Wu Gang has subdued the earth spirit, it is only a preliminary one. Even, he does not really know the magical power of the earth spirit, and it is only used as a magic weapon for attack.

It's just a waste of money.

"Hahaha... Big Brother is showing his power."

"I just said, how could this little grave trap my son? Now he's about to burst out."

"..."

Many monks and Mother Zhang laughed excitedly, with ecstasy on their faces, and a sigh of relief from their mouths.

"Boom..."

An extremely terrifying thunder sounded from the sky.

Yellow clouds appeared like ghosts, covering the sky, turning the sky and the earth into yellow.

"Oh my God, this is the calamity coming. It turned out to be a fourth-level thunder? How is this possible?"

A giant shouted in shock, with disbelief on his face.

Even Yun Yu and Yun Kun were stunned like fools, their eyeballs almost dropped.

Because the yellow thunder will only appear when the cultivator cultivates to the Ascension Realm.

And even if Zhang Bin broke through a bottleneck at this time and cultivated to the Nascent Soul Realm, there should be red thunderbolts, and orange thunderbolts at most. How could there be a yellow catastrophe?

This is so incredible.

Wu Gang was also taken aback, and quickly fled far away, for fear that the terrifying yellow thunder would strike him, and he would surely die.

"Open for me..."

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out.

The tomb shrunk to the size of an ordinary tomb suddenly burst open.

Zhang Bin flew out like a demon, holding a strange half-foot tall sapling in his hand.

A brilliant green light burst out.

The snow-white roots are entangled with the remaining soil essence.

The soil essence quickly turned into yellow light spots, which were completely absorbed by the root system.

Completely disappeared, no longer exists.