Spirit Plant: I have an entry panel

Chapter 201 200. Silent Seeds and Carps

Watching Senior Brother Jiang leave.

Song He glanced at the huge formation built on the flat ground, looked at the sunshine inside, and was silent for a moment.

The sunlight inside now only has a weak power of the sun, but it is still the power of the sun. If there is no influence from external forces, it will be in a calm environment.

It can exist for a long time.

He stretched out his hand, and his spiritual energy absorbed a ray of sun power into his palm. He lowered his eyes and looked at it - that ray of sunshine was bright but fragile, with an inexplicable sense of broken beauty.

"It's quite beautiful. How about I build you a home?" He looked at the sunshine silently for a while, and then his consciousness moved towards the only sun-chasing rice that was born with spirituality.

The latter was like a timid and shy child, hiding inside, only showing a little bit of consciousness and touching He Song lightly.

In a daze, Song He seemed to see a small ball of light hiding behind the golden rice leaves, sticking his head out and looking at him carefully.

"Quite cute."

He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and stretched out his hand. While soothing Chaiyangdao, he used the Earth Drawing Technique to carefully push away the soil layer, making sure not to harm its roots.

As softly as if undergoing surgery.

During this process, pieces of jadeite flew up from the Mi Shen Tree, and soon an ordinary house was built in an open space.

These emeralds are not the emerald green kind, but are as clear and transparent as if they are nothing, but you can still feel their existence, seeming to be there or not, which is extremely beautiful.

Needless to say, he got these jadeite from the deers. Even though it looks beautiful and luxurious, it is actually just a defective product - there is not enough aura inside, and it is superficial but not real.

Unable to absorb spiritual energy.

Without spirit...it's naturally useless.

When Song He received the goods, the deer who came to deliver them happily gave them to him. It was half a mountain, so it was easy to build an emerald house.

Under the control of his consciousness, an emerald house was soon completely built.

It happened that at this moment, the Sun Chasers were also moved into the emerald house by him, and the light of the sun they had just captured was thrown into it.

In an instant, there was warmth inside.

The warm sunshine shines on the golden rice seedlings.

The warm golden light is shining, and when combined with the golden sun-chasing rice, it is really beautiful.

Appreciating the beautiful scenery and feeling Zhuiyangdao's joyful mood, he murmured to himself:

"So there is no useless material. It becomes transparent because it cannot absorb spiritual energy, and it happens to be a good isolation material.

Perfect for building such a spectacle.

Well……"

Halfway through, Song He's eyes suddenly lit up.

He did not hesitate to use jade to build a second house, and then brought down some of the moonlight from the sky so that it filled the small transparent house.

Later, he took out the Hanguang rice seeds that had not evolved into Sun-chasing rice, blessed them with "adaptation" and "spirit transformation", and planted them.

He silently felt the moonlight soaking in the rice seeds, but no rice germinated for a long time - the seeds seemed to be sleeping.

"Isn't it possible? It doesn't seem impossible."

Muttering to himself, he glanced at the moon in the Mishen Tree, drew down another ray of moonlight, poured it directly into the Jade House, and then put a piece of rice from the Sun-Chasing Rice inside.

What happens when the power of the sun meets the moon?

The experiment told Song He the result - the poor rice burned itself crazily under Yuehua's eager gaze, and burned with golden flames in just an instant.

"Zizi~~"

A handful of ashes fell from the flames.

Swirling one after another, fine and broken.

fell to the ground.

But the ashes were not the key - with the help of perfect control over the Mi Shen Tree, Song He could detect a mysterious force penetrating the soil and slowly seeping into the seeds of the light-containing rice.

However, Song He patiently observed for a while and found that it still failed. Although it entered the Hanguang Rice, it had no effect at all.

Because the panel is motionless.

If there is a real change, the panel should show it immediately. Whether it is good or bad, it is a change. As long as it exists, it means that his conjecture and path are correct.

The result is unfortunately: none.

The seed is still silent, even though the power of the wrinkled Taiyin has become so thick that it almost turned into a drop of bright white liquid, the former remains firm and motionless.

Seeing this, Song He rubbed his chin and said curiously:

"Isn't that right? It is the instinct of all spiritual plants to absorb nutrients, take root and sprout. Why can you restrain your instinct? You have never given birth to spirituality..."

The idea of ​​seeking knowledge and experimenting made him think hard. During this period, he also tried spiritual plants such as Yuelingmai, Qingyue Moss, and Moon Reflection Lotus, but the result was still motionless.

Faced with this situation, even Song He felt a little helpless and could only put it aside temporarily and planned to wait and see what would happen.

"Experiments always take time. Fortunately, I have enough time."

He comforted himself.

At this moment, a voice came into his ears. The voice seemed very excited and said impatiently:

"Fellow Daoist! A carp is coming to my dragon ball!"

It was the voice of the Xuanling Vein Dragon.

"What?"

Song He looked away with interest, and then his pupils shrank slightly, he really didn't know what expression to show.

"You little guys really gave me a surprise."

I saw that in that river, the beavers had built several dams. They were real dams. Each one is made of dead grass and dead wood. It is at least tens of meters high, and it gets higher and higher as it goes deeper into the river.

The more I look at it, the more it looks like some sort of staircase.

Several exceptionally strong blue-scaled carps with horns on their heads were trying hard to leap over the dams, and the water flow was rising under their control.

Among the splashing water and white mist, they are hidden in it, looming, really like flying in the clouds.

They were clearly just a few low-level blue-scaled carps, with the scales on their bodies still bald and patchy, but they had an indomitable momentum.

The beavers who had built the dam were hiding on the bank nearby, enjoying the delicious fruits, with their bellies spread out, looking particularly comfortable.

In sharp contrast to the blue-scaled carp.

"Tsk." Song He shook his head, his eyes lingering on the dams for a moment - blood stains, scales, and some fish bones.

Apparently a lot of blue-scaled carp died here.

But those few carp became more and more fierce, crossing the dam one after another, heading towards the source of the river, the mouth of the dragon-shaped fountain.

They have only one goal.

It's the bead rising from the water mist in the dragon's mouth.

Behind the bead is a portal shining with rainbow light.

Even though countless tribesmen died and suffered countless injuries, they still remained indomitable and rushed towards the beads and the portal.

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