The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

"There are indeed many spiritual grasses in the underworld. Whether it is Manjushahua, reincarnation grass, or forgetwort grass, they are all very strange." His fingertips brushed the grass leaves of the forgetwort grass like plucking strings. Xuan Yuan lowered his eyes and revealed A bit thoughtful, with a bit of contemplation and thinking, he said to himself, "Is this because the underworld evolved from the living soil, or is it because of the nourishment of the ghost energy of the underworld?"

Xuan Yuan thought for a moment, but did not come up with any useful results. He did not know anything about the underworld, and he knew nothing about the cultivation of spiritual grass, so it was difficult to understand why spiritual grass like Forgettable Grass grew in the underworld. He couldn't think of any reasons or reasons. After pondering for a moment but still without any inspiration, Xuan Yuan simply shook his head and no longer thought about this matter.

"Forget it. This is not an important matter. Why various spiritual grasses grow easily in the underworld is not important. What is important is whether the Forgetwort grass cannot be transplanted if it is not in the underworld." Xuan Yuan smiled lightly and said, Then he stretched out his hand and scooped up a large piece of forgetwort grass, and then stuffed them into the mustard space together.

The next moment, even Xuan Yuan, who was originally standing on a large glowing meadow of forgetfulness, had disappeared, but he also directly entered the mustard space.

In the Mustard Seed Space, which was still the same as before and had not changed much, Xuan Yuan appeared. He first looked up at the Tree of Life, which was nearly a thousand feet tall, and saw that it was still diligently swallowing the heaven and earth. The spiritual energy then gave birth to the power of life, and he couldn't help but slightly nodded with satisfaction. The tree of life was so diligent and hardworking, which was in line with Xuan Yuan's expectations.

Turning his eyes, Xuan Yuan's gaze fell on the center of the cloud-like canopy of the Tree of Life. He soon saw a black spot standing there firmly and motionless. This terrifying speed absorbs the power of the creatures swallowed up from the canopy - this black spot is the Sky-Breaking Sword. Because the tree of life is too high, it only looks like a black spot from a distance.

Seeing that Poxiao Sword was absorbing the power of living beings at a crazy speed, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but nodded slightly, with a hint of joy in his eyes. After the Heaven-Breaking Sword has been re-refined in the Sun Star, it will take a period of time to stabilize the sword embryo that has just been forged, and the power of living beings is the best spiritual power and material to help the Heaven-Breaking Sword stabilize the sword embryo.

His eyes fell on the Poxiao Sword. After a brief glance, he found that the process of Poxiao Sword absorbing the power of living things went smoothly. After there were no problems, he couldn't help but nodded slightly and nodded: "It seems that Poxiao Sword is still there." It will take a while to stabilize, and the tree of life will have to work hard for a while.”

Isn't it just the hard-working life tree? After Xuan Yuan carefully re-refined the sword with various refining materials, its essence has improved a lot. It is much stronger than before re-refining, and it swallows and absorbs the power of living beings. I don’t know how much the speed has increased. This speed can be described as a whale eating away.

If the Tree of Life had not taken root in the Mustard Seed Space for such a long time, and if the Tree of Life had not added the godhead of the Elf God as nourishment when it took root, I am afraid that the power of the living beings created by the Tree of Life in one day would not be enough. Po Xiao absorbed it in one day. But even so, the power of living beings created by the Thousand-Zhang Life Tree is only enough to break through the sky.

The area in the Mustard Seed Space is very large, vast and boundless, no smaller than a small thousand worlds, and the place Xuan Yuan chose to transplant the Forget-Worry Grass was on a piece of grass not far from the Tree of Life. With a wave of his hand, he crushed all the weeds growing on the grass with fine sword rays, and then planted the forget-me-not grass picked from the depths of the underworld.

However, what disappointed Xuan Yuan was that even though the soil he chose was very fertile, full of spiritual energy, and even nourished by the power of living creatures for many years because of its proximity to the tree of life, when he planted the Forget-You-Call, the soil in Right now, it was almost visible to the naked eye that the half-inch-high forget-me-not grass turned from emerald green to withered yellow in just one breath.

All the forgetworts planted by Xuan Yuan on the soil he specially opened up withered from green to yellow and dim in just a short moment, as if they had lost all their vitality in an instant, and it seemed that it was the right time. What Po Meng said before was that since ancient times, the forgetwort could only grow in the underworld. Once transplanted to other places, it would wither and become unable to survive.

"Can forgetwort really only grow in the underworld?" Xuan Yuan raised his eyebrows, showing a bit of surprise and regret. If forgetwort cannot be planted on a large scale in the mustard space, then Xuan Yuan will Even if you want to make Meng Po soup, there is no forgetwort as the main ingredient. If the dried forgetwort you take away is used up, you have to come back to this world to get it.

It feels like it's a bit troublesome.

Blinking his eyes, Xuan Yuan didn't want to accept such a future. After pondering for a while, he suddenly raised his slender eyebrows, showing a hint of thought: "Maybe the specialness of the underworld really has something to do with the soil. ? "After all, Xi soil is a sacred object in this world. It was born on the top of the Heaven-supporting Mountain, and it is a treasure used by the goddess to knead soil to create humans. It is normal for it to be special.

"Then let's give it a try. I won't suffer any loss. Since I got the Xirang by some means, what's the harm if I use some of it myself? Even if the mustard space still can't grow forget-me-not grass after using it, it's not bad to use Xirang to expand the area in the mustard space. Anyway, it won't be wasted." After some guesses in his mind, Xuanyuan tilted his head and decided to experiment to see if the mustard space can grow forget-me-not grass with Xirang.

There are five Xirang in Xuanyuan's hands, from the Queen Mother of the West, the Emperor of Donghua, the Emperor of Ziwei, the Immortal Penglai and the Taishang Laojun. Only the one of the Emperor of Heaven, because Xuanyuan has not yet gone to the Heavenly Palace, and the Emperor of Heaven is not allowed to enter the underworld, so Xuanyuan has not got the one of the Emperor of Heaven. But even if that one is missing, most of the Xirang in the Three Realms has fallen into Xuanyuan's hands.

With a flip of his left hand, a palm-sized white jade box appeared in Xuanyuan's hand, and Xuanyuan immediately took out a piece of Xirang that he had properly packed. He held the jade box in his left hand, and lightly tapped the air with his right hand. Soon, the white jade box in his hand was opened, revealing what was in the box.

The jade box contained a small handful of gray soil as big as a finger. It looked very ordinary, ordinary and without any special features. However, Xuanyuan could sense the vigorous vitality and rich smell of the earth spreading from this seemingly ordinary soil. This was the top earth-related divine object, and it was a treasure full of vitality.

This was Xirang.

The reason why this Xirang did not grow rapidly and infinitely was naturally because the jade box containing Xirang was a special treasure. Only when Xirang was placed in such a container with special functions, the Xirang's natural ability to grow and evolve by itself would be suppressed, so that it would not continue to grow continuously.

"Go!" Xuanyuan lightly tapped his right hand, and soon, the Xirang that was originally well stored in the jade box suddenly flew up, and flew directly to the ground after Xuanyuan's finger gently moved it.

The thumb-sized Xirang that was originally placed in the jade box was constantly self-deriving during the flight. Under Xuanyuan's command, this handful of Xirang directly sank into the soil of the mustard seed space under Xuanyuan's feet, and merged with the mustard seed space in an instant. All the strength of the body merged with this world and never separated.

Boom!

When the Xirang was completely immersed in the mustard seed space, Xuanyuan, who was in the mustard seed space, immediately noticed that the entire mustard seed space had an extremely violent turbulence. The entire mustard seed space was silently vibrating and roaring because of the integration of Xirang. In the dark, it seemed that a satisfied sigh sounded, proving that this kind of vibration was not a bad thing, but a good thing for the mustard seed space.

Raising his eyebrows, Xuan Yuan's eyes showed no surprise. Xirang was a divine treasure of the earth element. He had long thought that if Xirang was added to the mustard space, the mustard space would evolve, so he was not surprised by this. He just wanted to know what changes would happen to the mustard space after the Xirang was integrated. Whether it could plant forget-me-not grass was the key point. The rest was not so important, at least not for Xuan Yuan.

"Then try again." With a wave of his wide long sleeves, Xuan Yuan casually shot out a fine sword light, directly transplanting the forgotten grass that had been transplanted from the opened up grass but had all withered and turned pale yellow and rolled into debris, and then restored it to the clean and vacant grass. Xuan Yuan planted another piece of forget-me-not grass, his eyes fell on the newly planted grass, with a little expectation.

Xuan Yuan had taken away a lot of forget-me-not grass before, and the first batch of transplants was not all. At this time, Xuan Yuan was not sure that the second wave of transplants and plantings would be successful. He looked at the grass where the forget-me-nots were transplanted, focusing on these green, half-inch tall grasses to see if they would wither in just one breath like before.

A minute passed, and the forget-me-nots were still green. Half a quarter of an hour passed, and the forget-me-nots were a little wilted, as if they had not yet fully adapted to the new environment.

However, although they were a lot more wilted, there was no sign of withering at all!

Xuanyuan's eyes lit up immediately: "It's done!"