Spirit Plant: I have an entry panel

Chapter 272 271. Black and White

Round and round, let’s call it round and round.

The soft hair is quite smooth, and it is estimated that it will ripple in the wind when it blows. The figure is also quite cute, looking like a large pillow.

However, its eyes... those lofty and indifferent eyes, just glanced at Song He, and the latter felt great pressure.

Couldn't help but take half a step back.

If it weren't for the Tianxin Shen Yuhuan still working conscientiously, and the collision with each other released an inexplicable force to resist the momentum, Song He would probably have to sit down.

Even if Song He is a fool, he can figure out what this thing is.

I'm afraid it is the consciousness of heaven and earth in this world, which is what people often call "God".

Well, although God looks a little strange.

But as the saying goes, God’s will is up to man’s will – so in my eyes, God is actually a glutinous rice dumpling with a piece of grass on his head?

"..."

He didn't know what to say for a moment.

One person and one group stared at each other like this - the former did not dare to move rashly, and the latter had no intention of attacking, but just stared at the former.

This is not a solution either.

Although Tianxin Shen Yuhuan and Tongtian Dharma Altar allowed me to successfully enter here, the sustainable time was only three sticks of incense.

When the incense candle made of natural fat burns out, he will definitely be kicked out of here, and it will be troublesome to come in again.

It's rare to have so many sects serve you. If you don't make some achievements, wouldn't it be looked down upon?

Therefore, Song He rolled his eyes.

Just when I was thinking about whether I should use my own strength to communicate with it, the glutinous rice dumpling suddenly lay down, revealing its round belly.

There seemed to be tears shining in his eyes, and he looked pitiful, completely losing his aloof and indifferent look just now.

Since it has no hands, it can only lie on its belly like this.

This is……

"Rub your belly?" Song He rubbed his belly and then made a questioning voice.

"!!!"

Nuomi Dumpling nodded immediately.

There seemed to be a flash of joy in his eyes.

God, can you still have a stomachache? Could this be a fake God?

With such doubts, Song He stretched out his hand and placed it on its belly. The soft hair felt great to the touch, but underneath it was cold and even hard.

It's like the stone has grown hair.

As a monk, Song He naturally used his spiritual consciousness to extend his perception. As a result, he felt...a huge force.

That is extremely abundant spirituality.

In a trance, he felt a river flowing, mountains standing tall, and countless birds and animals, as well as flowers and plants changing, as if there was a whole world hidden in this abundant spirituality.

However, this spirituality is tinged with darkness.

It's like a sky covered with layers of dark clouds, with no trace of sunshine, mixed with violent storms and snow, and everything is frozen in the eternal cold winter.

The cold and abnormal feeling only lasted for a moment, as if it was like a shark smelling blood, spreading along the arm towards Song He's body.

If the Tianxin Shen Yuhuan on his wrist hadn't trembled in time, this cold force might have invaded his body.

Even though he blocked it in time, Song He's hands turned blue and purple, like old bacon that had been frozen in the ice for tens of thousands of years.

"..."

What the hell is this?

That spirituality is clearly the spirituality belonging to heaven, but why does it become like this?

"Woo~~~"

I don’t know if I sense Song He’s doubts.

The furry face of this round dumpling suddenly opened its big mouth, as if a portal to the abyss had opened, beckoning Song He to get in.

Song He hesitated for a moment, but then got in resolutely.

He knew very well that if he didn't check what was going on at this time and didn't know what was going on, even if he gave it the power of reconciliation, it would definitely not work.

When he got in, the scenery in front of him changed instantly.

It was like crossing a door.

The black energy that was as big as the mountains disappeared around him, and was replaced by the scenery he had just felt, the biting blizzard and thick dark clouds. Even he, the guy who could wake up the wind and snow, felt a little suffocated.

But that's not all.

What made him feel even more suffocated was that there were countless small black balls surging towards him. At first glance, they looked like insects.

Instantly, Song He got goosebumps all over his body.

The meaning they convey may be this -

"Why……"

"My spirituality..."

"You should plead guilty..."

The consciousness full of resentment made Song He feel like he was facing a formidable enemy. If he couldn't solve this resentment from heaven, even with the help of Mo Helmet and a bunch of fairy treasures, he would be branded with some bad marks.

You will definitely not be able to survive in this world!

"If you want to be cured, then..."

He raised his right hand, and the Heavenly Heart God jade ring on his wrist swayed slightly, and a touch of harmonious power was released during the jingling sound.

The jade-colored halo rotated around Song He for about a circle, and then was directly wiped away by a force - it seemed that the consciousness of heaven here did not recognize the power of reconciliation.

Just like treating heart disease, if the patient himself does not believe in the existence of power, then even the most powerful doctor will be powerless.

Seeing that the power of reconciliation was ineffective, Song He came up with another plan. He was thinking about the happy sunflowers he had grown, or to be precise, he was thinking about the runes that made up the sunflowers.

Thanks to the help of his golden fingers and the goggles given by Senior Brother Lu, he was indeed recording the runes inside the spiritual plant.

Moreover, I have memorized several jade slips.

The perspective of heaven is different from that of humans. With the runes that make up the sunflower, the appearance of the sunflower is natural and should be -

A sunflower with a smiling face materialized in mid-air.

Made of simple lines, it looks like a simple drawing.

It sways gently, emitting light and heat.

Although the warm sunshine only covered less than three feet around, the effect was very good. The black dumplings rushed towards the sunflower, and in a short time they wrapped the sunflower in it.

The color seems to be getting a little lighter.

efficient!

Seeing this, Song He rushed into action.

With the power of Tianxin Shen's jade ring, more happy sunflowers were created around them, and the bright light suddenly formed a circle.

Snowflakes and blizzards will be absorbed by sunlight when they approach this circle, and even the black light and resentment on those black dumplings will be absorbed.

The price is that the sunflowers wither one after another.

What moved Song He even more was that these sunflowers were obviously only created by his power. Logically speaking, there should be no consciousness or self-thought.

But... in the moment of withering, he conveyed a feeling of satisfaction, without any regrets at all, as if his face had a holy light and his merits were complete.

"Spirituality..."

This is definitely spirituality, and it is also a strange spirituality that is almost human-like!

But there are no human distractions and desires at all. He simply feels happy and happy that he can help these black dumplings, without a trace of impurities.

It was so pure that even Song He felt like he was turning a little black.

But since it worked, he used his power to create sunflowers while paying attention to the direction those thoughts went after they disappeared - to the sky.

At this time, he didn't know that outside, Yuan Gungun was still paralyzed on the ground, but his eyes were spinning, and a golden halo shot out from his eyes.

The halo is thick yet light.

Sunflowers of the same style formed one after another, surrounding it, swaying gently and scattering golden debris, forcibly turning the ground into a golden color.

If Song He were here now, he would probably be surprised to find that the golden power that makes up the sunflower is a very pure power of merit.

If the power of this merit falls on a mortal, he will immediately be smooth and safe. He will be free from disasters throughout his life, enjoy all the good things in the world, and then be reincarnated.

If it falls on a monk, the journey will definitely be safe, and the legacy of the powerful monk can be found wherever he goes.

After doing all this, he went straight to bed.

The black qi was even thoughtfully woven into a blanket and fell on its belly to cover it.

Just as Song He first saw it, sleeping soundly in a circle of golden sunflowers, its round belly had obviously begun to calm down.

But Song He suffered from his sleep.

Sunflowers are all materialized by his power. The black dumplings here are endless, but his power is not endless. This is just the body of the soul, and there is no Mi Shen tree!

Every sunflower is consuming the power of his soul. Even with the power of the Heavenly Heart God Yuhuan, it is not easy.

If this continues, he will definitely be forcibly sent back because his strength is exhausted - no better than after being devoured, one active and one passive.

"There are so many, you should be able to use them a little bit, right?"

He tentatively took out a ray of harmonious power again and placed it on the sunflower. This time, the harmonious power was not swallowed up.

Instead, it is merging with the sunflower.

The simple lines were dyed with a layer of white halo, which seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, gradually from Song He taking the initiative to release his power, to Sunflower absorbing his power of harmony.

It was obviously his creation, but now it was no longer under his control.

But this coincided with his idea. Not only did he let the sunflower absorb it, but he also actively accelerated the power and watched the sunflower get brighter and brighter.

Finally, it turned into a white sun and engulfed his figure.

But this time in the outside world, on the altar.

Changes are also taking place.