Great Emperor Myriad Chapter 2009: Farmer!

In the Holy Land of War Heaven, the mountains are rolling and the ancient trees are towering, and they contain an incomparably powerful source of power, which is more than ten times that of the outside world, so that all kinds of spiritual flowers and plants here are particularly gorgeous. , contains an incomparably majestic energy essence.

It is full of an ancient atmosphere, as if it is the relic of the ancient mythical world, which has nurtured countless treasures of heaven and earth.

Ling Xiao and Liu Baiyi flew all the way, and saw a group of five-colored deer, running on the green grassland; saw a crane, haunting the top of the white cloud; saw a group of spiritual apes, Jumping and playing among the mountains, I saw a sea of ​​flowers, crystal clear lakes, and endless forests...

Everything here is full of natural and fresh breath, without any traces of man-made, very close to the legendary Taoist nature.

Ling Xiao and Liu Baiyi flew over the vast mountain range and stopped in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

There was a wheat field in front of me. The green wheat seedlings formed a green ocean. It was endless and drifted with the wind. The soft wind made people feel comfortable.

There is a path in the wheat field that leads to the distance. Two rows of willow trees are planted on both sides of the path. At this moment, they are all sprouting out. The leaves are green and they look extremely peaceful.

"Let's go!"

Liu Baiyi said to Ling Xiao, and slowly set foot on that path.

Ling Xiao has some doubts in his heart. He doesn't know why Liu Baiyi did not choose to continue flying, but chose to walk, but he did not ask any more questions, but followed Liu Baiyi along the path toward the depths of the wheat field. .

Boom!

When walking into the wheat field, Ling Xiao suddenly felt a slight tremor in the void, and in the surrounding wheat fields, a stream of incomparably pure life aura emerged, and began to move towards him and Liu Baiyi. The body surged, vast and majestic.

Ling Xiao's physical body is strong and blood is majestic. Originally, the source of life was very powerful. After absorbing those life breaths at this moment, he actually felt that his physical body was slowly strengthening, and even his lifespan increased a lot.

"What is this place?"

Ling Xiao's heart trembled. Those pure life breaths were like the most fundamental power of life, which made the life secret techniques in Ling Xiao's body work naturally, even better than taking a powerful holy pill. .

Ling Xiao followed Liu Baiyi and walked forward along the path, as if he had experienced a baptism.

In the middle of the wheat field, Ling Xiao saw a very strange farmer.

The farmer looks burly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is hoeing the field with a hoe, cutting off the roots and stems of the weeds in the wheat field, and then throwing them down the path.

It's just that Ling Xiao saw that after the weeds were removed, they soon grew back, and the farmer seemed extremely patient, weeding the weeds over and over again.

Ling Xiao didn't feel any fluctuations in cultivation from the farmer, but instinctively felt that the farmer was unusual, as if the whole person was integrated into the wheat field in front of him, and he had a mysterious temperament.

"Master!"

Liu Baiyi looked at the farmer and saluted.

"It's Bai Yi! This is the disciple of Martial Nephew Chilong, Ling Xiao?"

The farmer stopped, wiped the sweat on his face, and showed an extremely honest smile to Liu Baiyi and Ling Xiao, as if he was an old farmer in the mundane world, making people unable to believe that this man was actually The ancestor of the Temple of War.

"Participate in Patriarch, I am Ling Xiao!"

Ling Xiao also gave a generous salute.

The old farmer in front of him made Ling Xiao feel no fluctuations in his cultivation. He seemed to be no different from ordinary people. Ling Xiao knew that this farmer's cultivation must be extremely terrifying, even more terrifying than Liu Baiyi's. Even stronger.

"Okay! Very good! Nephew Chilong really found a good successor. Originally, Bai Yi said that you are the worthy heir of the Temple of War, but I don't quite believe it! When I saw you today, I knew that Nephew Chilong didn't have any. Find the wrong person, you can afford this burden!"

The farmer stared at Ling Xiao, his eyes were extremely deep, as if he could see through Ling Xiao's whole body, and finally showed a hint of satisfaction.

"The ancestor is too famous!"

Ling Xiao smiled slightly.

"I'm in a hurry today, and I didn't prepare any decent gifts! I'll give you this ear of wheat, Ling Xiao. I hope you can have the same vitality as this ear of wheat!"

A ray of light flashed in the palm of the farmer's palm, and in the wheat field in the distance, a verdant ear of wheat flew over, exuding a majestic vitality, and was handed to Ling Xiao by the farmer.

"Thank you, Patriarch!"

Ling Xiao took it seriously.

"Little Shishu, this ear of wheat is the spiritual seed of good fortune planted by the ancestors, and only two or three of them can be cultivated in ten thousand years. Able to heal! Patriarch is a big hand, even I have no chance to get this kind of good fortune!"

Liu Baiyi said to Ling Xiao through voice transmission.

"Does it create a spirit seed?"

Ling Xiao's heart was shocked. He also knew that the spirit seed of creation was the supreme treasure of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon. It had various mysterious effects, just like the wheat in front of him. Spike, it has the effect of living dead, flesh and bones.

Ling Xiao didn't expect the farmer to have such a big hand.

"Xiao Baiyi, are you talking ill of me again? Don't worry, I'll be without you!"

The farmer glanced at Liu Baiyi angrily, and then threw a wheat ear to Liu Baiyi.

"Thank you for the ancestors, I know the ancestors are the best!"

Liu Baiyi smiled slightly.

"Okay, let's go! You two guys come to my wheat field for a walk. I don't know how many times I have to **** the grass. This time is really a big loss, a big loss!"

The farmer said to himself ~IndoMTL.com~ and immediately picked up his **** and walked into the green wheat wave in front of him. His figure and breath were completely integrated with the wheat field.

"Little Shishu, you have been approved by the patriarch, let's move on!"

Liu Baiyi smiled slightly, and led Ling Xiao through this wheat field, then walked through a quiet grove, and came to a small calm lake.

A fisherman wearing a bamboo hat and a scorpion, holding a bamboo pole, is sitting quietly fishing in front of a small lake.

This fisherman looks very old, with wrinkles all over his face, as if the wind has blown tens of thousands of years, but his eyes are extremely focused, staring at the fishing rod in front of him motionless.

With the previous lessons, Ling Xiao immediately guessed that this fisherman was also one of the ancestors of the Temple of War.

After all, although Ling Xiao felt that this fisherman did not have any fluctuations in his cultivation and looked very ordinary, his whole person had an extremely mysterious temperament. The mysterious mood of fishing alone in the cold river.