Spirit Plant: I have an entry panel

Song He had known about the display of supernatural powers for a long time.

So he had been preparing for it.

When the banquet was over, the first challenger immediately appeared.

"Fellow Daoist Song, I want to be the first to ask for advice!"

This was a female cultivator wearing a purple-gold Taoist robe. Her eyes were extremely clear, as if she was jade without dust, and her whole body was filled with a natural and pure feeling.

"Oh, fellow Daoist from Taiqing Miaoxuan Sect, I wonder what you want to ask for advice?"

Song He said slowly: "Talismans, formations, can all be decided by you."

He is extremely confident now.

This is the dream world of the Dream Flower, and there is also the authority of creation and the Heavenly Dao as a source of spiritual energy supply. As long as he knows about spiritual plants, he can pinch them out at will.

"I am Ming Zhou, a cultivator from the Divine Talisman Pavilion of the Taiqing Miaoxuan Sect. I want to learn about talismans." The female cultivator smiled slightly and waved her sleeves. Purple-gold talismans flew out from her sleeves one after another, forming a large, tightly-fitted formation in the air, with a purple aura of thunder inside. In an instant, there was lightning and thunder, and the fairy mountain was shrouded in the power of thunder. The two Tiandao who were watching the show on the high ground were stunned for a moment, and then they were speechless. You use this formation to challenge Song He? His peach tree was just in need of thunder, and it was delivered to him. "Taiqing Zixiao Thunder Formation?" "Thunder formation?" "It's really a skill for a golden elixir to control such a large formation." The Yuanying who were watching commented slowly. They were not optimistic about Ming Zhou. And the fact was indeed so. Song He glanced at the sky, and also waved his sleeves, and countless peach blossoms suddenly appeared in the air. There were strange natural runes on the petals of the peach blossoms, and they flew directly towards the thunder array in the sky.

This was a special spiritual plant made by Song He using the fourth-level spiritual plant Zhuo Tao with the two entries of "attracting thunder and storing electricity" and "heavenly tribulation meets spring" to deal with thunder.

Perhaps the quality of a single one was not as good as the thunder talisman made by Ming Zhou, but there were so many of them that they rushed into the array in almost an instant.

They flew around wantonly, absorbing the thunder power inside frantically.

Some were split into charcoal and ashes by the thunder, but more of them absorbed all the thunder and lightning with the help of the talismans on the surface.

Ming Zhou was stunned for a moment.

She felt an uncontrollable and powerful suction force, which even took over her control for a short time, which was absolutely fatal in the battle.

In just this moment, the peach blossoms had destroyed her talisman array.

They absorbed enough thunder power and returned to Song He with satisfaction, flying around in Song He's open palm.

Soon, a brilliant peach tree with branches and leaves made of lightning was formed.

Song He smiled and said, "Daoyou, thank you."

This is the fact. A Jindan wants to deal with him in his home court. This is the result. There can be no surprises.

If it really takes several rounds to beat a Jindan, he might as well plant sweet potatoes earlier.

"..."

"What is this? Break it with force?"

"What a magical peach blossom. Does Lingye Sect originally have such a spiritual plant?"

"Haha, Daoyou's disciples really need to practice more for a while!"

The last sentence was said by Xing Ke Zhenren to a great man from Taiqing Miaoxuan Sect who was watching the battle.

The latter smiled helplessly: "You are lucky to have such a disciple."

He was not angry or anything.

He just waved his hand at Ming Zhou and said: "If you lose, you lose, but other Daoists should have a way, right?"

This was really "full of malice".

So, Ming Zhou had just bowed and left, and the second challenger couldn't wait to appear.

Still an acquaintance.

The visitor was dressed like a scholar, but she was a woman.

It was Wen Suiyue.

She smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Song, I came here to ask for advice and see how good your painting skills are."

"Oh?" Song He still had a relaxed smile on his face: "That's a coincidence, I have a good friend who is also good at painting."

He waved his sleeves.

A gourd doll jumped out immediately.

This gourd doll had a warm green gourd on its head, and was wearing an extremely exquisite robe. He held a paintbrush and an unground ink stick in his hand.

It bowed slightly to Wen Suiyue: "I am Yimu Gourd Xiaomu, asking for advice from fellow Daoist on behalf of my master."

After saying that, it shook the gourd in its hand, and seven gourd dolls of different colors appeared in it, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, and each of them held a different color of ink stick in his hand.

They began to grind ink and splash ink to paint on the spot.

Although there are eight gourd babies, their cooperation is very exquisite and close. With division of labor and cooperation, they soon used the world as a canvas to draw a very realistic gourd valley.

There are countless gourds growing there.

There are not only five elements gourds, yin and yang gourds, sun gourds, moon gourds, but also souls, hidden swords, life and death...

It is simply a gourd exhibition garden.

The most important thing is that those gourds are shaking, and it seems that the corresponding spirituality and spiritual power are nurtured inside, and they will burst out as long as Xiaomu gives an order.

After the painting was finished, Xiaomu smiled shyly: "Daoyou, please!"

"..." What a fart!

Wen Suiyue almost couldn't hold back the curse.

She resisted the desire to complain, swung the Lingbao brush in her hand to draw, and soon drew the most powerful mythical beast she could draw at present - the black bird.

The black bird spread its wings and flew out, its cry was clear and high-pitched.

The black wings spread out as if they were blocking out the sky and the sun, carrying the unique pressure of a divine beast.

Flying straight towards the Calabash Valley, the black mysterious light spurted out endless flames, as if it was going to completely burn down the Calabash Valley.

However, a series of gourds that have a restraining effect on flames, such as the water hyacinth, moonlight gourd, and ice soul gourd in the Calabash Valley, flew out one after another.

Under the protection of thick earth gourds, diamond gourds, sword surrounded gourds and other gourds, they bombarded the black birds wildly.

Various auras were overwhelming like a majestic rainstorm.

The poor black bird can't be beaten again and again. If it wants to escape, it will be blocked by the Yin Qi gourd, mud gourd and other gourds.

It was soon surrounded by countless rays of light gushing out from the gourd, and it seemed to be extinguished - but it was only "like", because after the black bird had no ability to resist, a mediocre purple gourd was worthless. Appear.

It hid behind the gourds and aimed at the black bird. The huge suction force directly sucked the black bird in, and then retracted back to the gourd valley.

Wen Suiyue opened her eyes wide: "..."

ah? Bring someone to grab it? You just sucked it away?

She stared at Song He, speechless.

Song He smiled awkwardly: "Perhaps my friend is a little happy to see you, so don't blame me, fellow Taoist scholar."

The implication of this is of course that I am not prepared to return it.

That gourd is specialized in collecting all kinds of strange objects. Now that he has received the rare spiritual power of a black bird, of course he will go to Xiaomu.

Wen Suiyue could only shake her head helplessly: "Fellow Taoist, my friend's painting skills are really superb in one gourd, one is like this, and one hundred are like this."

After saying that, she bowed her hands and left.

Then several people came up to challenge one after another, involving alchemy, weapon refining, animal taming, puppet making...

Anyway, they were all resolved skillfully by Song He.

The only thing worth mentioning is that the Tianji Sect monk who came to ask him for advice on Tianji arithmetic was actually a demon clan, a turtle to be precise.

It used its shed shell as a magic weapon to divine fortune, but was almost fainted by Song He's luck, but it still completed the fortune with tears in its eyes.

Finally left excitedly.

Song He always felt that it was here to take advantage of the power of Heaven. The closer it was to Heaven, the easier it would be to predict certain things. This guy didn't want to win at all, he just wanted to get an answer.

With Guigui leaving, only the Tianqing Sword Sect, Xianle Sect, and his own sect Lingye Sect were left among the nine major sects.

Of course, there are also the demon cultivators and monsters from Tianwaitian.

After a brief moment of silence and eye contact.

The next one, the monk from Tianqing Sword Sect, came up.

Unexpectedly, it was not Yi Chen, an acquaintance.

But it was a somewhat familiar monk.

He was holding a wine gourd and a sword casually in his hand. The clothes he wore were so cool that half of his chest was exposed, but his skin showed a strange black-red color.

There seemed to be two weird forces intertwined there.

Anyway, he didn't look like a righteous monk. If he hadn't come from the Tianqing Sword Sect, Song He would have thought it was some kind of demon cultivator.

What needs to be mentioned here is that although he is the manager of this world, he does not clearly see all the information about everyone.

So it's normal not to know each other.

The more Song He looked at it, the weirder he felt. Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he said in surprise: "Wait, you are..." Qing Yuantian's sword!

He didn't say the next words.

But this young man should have heard it.

Without saying a word, he just waved the sword in his hand and stabbed him.

The figure flashed strangely and appeared in front of Song He.

The sharp blade of the sword is filled with bloodthirsty power, as if it is eager to devour all living creatures in the world.

"This is……?"

"What a terrifying space manipulation power."

"Isn't that the divine power of Yang Mei and Luo Hu?"

The one who said the last words was Patriarch Bai Jin who was sitting at the top of Lingye Sect.

She frowned slightly.

"The transformation of a divine sword into a human being is definitely not a spur-of-the-moment preparation..."

As she said that, she glanced towards Tian Qing Sword Sect.

With a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, he looked at the sword-wielding elder of the Tianqing Sword Sect, and his voice came: "How did you let him be born in this world, by seizing the body or the fetus?"

As the protector of Empress Nuwa, Bai Jin hates the idea of ​​reincarnating beings who should not have come into this world into human beings through some abnormal means.

For this reason, she once overthrew the famous "Reincarnation Cult" in the spiritual world in a rage - it was said that the Cult could customize reincarnated families and parents, and many monks suffered.

It is simply a human tragedy that the children who are supposed to be our children are replaced inexplicably!

It is completely inconsistent with the laws of heaven and man.

The elder of the Tianqing Sword Sect, who was being watched like this by her, was suddenly sweating profusely, and quickly explained: "Senior, we did not force or force anyone, we just bought a reincarnation talisman from the underworld."

"Reincarnation Talisman?"

The Taiqing Miaoxuanzong monk on the side became interested.

"You can find it in the underworld, can you tell me about it? I am willing to owe you a favor!"

The so-called "Underworld" is the personal power of the Saint Empress Tu, which can affect reincarnation to a limited extent, and its whereabouts have been difficult to find.

Unexpectedly, he was found by the monks of Tianqing Sword Sect.

The sword-wielding elders of Tianqing Sword Sect just pretended not to hear - you didn't look at your old face, did you still think you were Senior Bai Jin from the upper world?

It is normal for a dignified swordsman not to give face.

The real person of Taiqing Miaoxuanzong was not angry when he ignored him. He just looked thoughtfully at the figure who was fighting with Song He.

If it is really the reincarnation talisman, then there is still one very important thing missing. Do you want to get it here in Songhe?

…

At this time, Song He, who was tossing and turning, manifesting one spiritual plant after another to resist, had brilliant eyes.

Finally, someone who can fight has arrived!

There was no other reason. Not only could this swordsman tear apart space and reach him in an instant, he could also use the sword in his hand to absorb the vitality of almost all spiritual plants.

It is simply dedicated to restraining the Lingye Sect.

He knew very well that this was the special effect of Rahu's divine power, and he just wanted to try out the basics, so he never used his killing move or even his magical power.

He even deliberately let the sword cultivator's sword energy penetrate into his embodied spiritual plant and let Xiaomu analyze it.

The sword cultivator didn't know if he saw his plan, so he stopped temporarily and said angrily: "You are not willing to use all your strength?"

"Uh, no."

Of course, Song He shook his head in denial, and then said back: "I think you are the one who didn't use your full strength, fellow Taoist."

"Haha." The sword cultivator sneered, "Okay, then I will use my full strength!"

Saying this, he threw the sword into the sky.

The unremarkable long sword suddenly emitted endless shadows of two-color spiritual light - willow branches and sarcoma.

The originally calm air around him immediately became restless, and even some less harmonious afterimages appeared - there was power invading the dream of the Flower of Dreams!

As the owner of the Flower of Dreams, Song He of course felt it immediately. It was definitely the divine consciousness of Immortal Yang Mei and Demon Ancestor Luohu!

The power of the two of them is not only invading this dream world, but also trying to reach the real world through dreams.

You said that you are a swordsman who recruits people whenever you disagree with him. What the hell is going on? From a battle of wits to a competition with who is tougher in the background?

The two patriarchs, Bai Jin and Ju Mang, stood up immediately, followed by the leader, Master Xing Ke and others.

Their expressions were obviously not very good.

This is the golden elixir ceremony for the disciples of the Lingye Sect. Are you here to bring trouble to someone with demonic thoughts?

Could it be that their Lingye Sect has been so despised now?

The monks of the Tianqing Sword Sect were also sweating profusely—didn’t this little ancestor clearly suppress his demonic thoughts? Why did it suddenly break out?

Could it be that the power of Song He's words was more powerful than the angry shouts of the scholars at Chenhuan Academy? (End of chapter)