Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1907 Spreading beans and forming an army
At some point, Xue Yiren disappeared, but his puppets were still there.

Liu Qinghuan looked around and confirmed that Xue Yi had really disappeared silently!

"Where the hell did you go?"

"Master, I saw it!" Yue Qin jumped down from the air and pointed to the open space behind several big trees, his face full of confusion.

"Just now, a ripple suddenly appeared over there, just like, just like..." He didn't know how to describe it: "Then the figure of that person and the birds of misfortune flashed a few times, and then disappeared."

Liu Qinghuan's expression changed and he roughly understood what was going on.

"He must have encountered a sudden fluctuation in time and space, which is not surprising in this kind of time maze. He was just sent to another place."

It’s a pity that Xue Yi followed him all the way, but eventually got separated from him.

That guy must have very bad luck!
Liu Qinghuan secretly complained in his heart, and then ordered: "Call Youlan and Fubao back. Killing the bad luck bird will affect your luck, so let those tree soldiers kill it."

Yue Qin shouted a few times hurriedly, and soon, several spirit beasts returned to Liu Qinghuan, including the little stone monkey, which was also grabbed by the neck and brought back by Fubao.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't control Xue Yi's puppets and could only let them go.

There seemed to be a layer of faint black air covering the faces of Youyan and others, and Yueqin quickly used the Star Prayer Technique.

"Bring down disasters and remove misfortunes!"

Rays of white light fell, dispelling the black air with difficulty.

"Master, you killed so many birds, why aren't you contaminated by the black energy?" Fu Bao asked, and couldn't help but poke the tree soldier beside him with his hand.

The tree soldier had its back to him, waving its long arms to block the doomed birds that kept flying towards him.

There were more than a dozen such tree soldiers, tall and strong like a big tree, obviously much taller than other tree soldiers. They surrounded the few people in the middle, forming a solid green wall.

The big black birds swooped down, and what greeted them were green vines like long whips. The sharp thorns were slightly flashing, and each time they hit, they could scrape off a lot of flesh and blood from the doomed bird.

"The master is a man of great luck!" Yue Qi answered Fu Bao's question and said, "That little bit of black energy can't even get close to the master."

As he was talking, Liu Qinghuan took out the Creation Bottle, pulled out the green branch from the bottle, and waved it -

Countless green spots of light flew out from the green branches, like fireflies dancing in the sky, and landed on the tree soldiers one by one.

The tree soldiers trembled all over, and began to grow wildly, sprouting more branches, and even their movements became much more flexible than before.

The tree soldier that had been harassed by Fubao twisted its trunk and turned around. Its two eyes embedded in the branches sparkled and it glared at Fubao fiercely.

Fu Bao laughed dryly and took his hand back: "They seem to have suddenly become a lot smarter!"

Liu Qinghuan seemed to understand something.

This was the first time he used the magic "Throwing Beans to Create Soldiers" and he was not very proficient in it yet, so the strength of the tree soldiers he summoned was not very strong, and their movements were a bit stiff.

However, after being enlightened by the Creation Bottle, the tree soldiers' spirituality was significantly improved, and their combat effectiveness was greatly enhanced.

Originally it took two or three to deal with one Doombird, but now they can fight one at a time.

The battle became extremely fierce, and the doombirds looked like they would never stop fighting, but the mountains and forests restricted them everywhere. Their sharp claws and beaks could only do limited damage to the tree soldiers who had no sense of pain, and transmitting the aura of doom was completely ineffective.

Because tree soldiers are not complete living beings, even if they fall down, they will quickly turn back into seeds and lose all vitality.

The unlucky bird was truly dead, and the ground was gradually covered with bird corpses, which were almost the same as the tree soldiers who died in battle, and began to emit black gas visible to the naked eye.

It was like the ghost of an unjustly dead person lingering around, and there were signs that it was floating towards them.

Fu Bao screamed in fear and hid behind Liu Qinghuan, saying, "Being entangled by these black airs won't be extremely unlucky, right?"

The little stone monkey followed suit and squeaked while standing on Fubao's shoulder.

Liu Qinghuan patted its head and said, "Speak human language!"

After saying that, he ignored it, picked up the Creation Bottle, walked to the tree wall and checked the corpses.

No wonder this bird has such a bad reputation that everyone avoids it whenever it appears.

The theory of luck is very mysterious. If a person's luck is too low, he may fall to death while walking on flat ground. It is extremely difficult to increase luck, but it is much easier to destroy it.

Liu Qinghuan has always had good luck, otherwise he wouldn't have been so lucky over the years and could turn danger into safety every time he faced a life-and-death situation.

However, even though he had good luck, he was unwilling to waste it here for no reason.

The black air is not substantial and cannot be removed by ordinary means. Although Yue Qian's Star Prayer Technique can resolve some of it, the speed is too slow and is like a drop in the bucket.

Fortunately, the tree soldiers had killed a lot of the doomed birds, and a gap appeared in the dense trap. So Liu Qinghuan rolled up a few spirit beasts and prepared to escape.

However, he didn't expect that the Creation Bottle of Heaven and Earth suddenly shook, broke free from his palm, flew into the air, and the mouth of the bottle pointed slightly downwards!

A green light was cast down, and the black gas emitted by the bird corpses on the ground was immediately sucked into the bottle as if being swallowed by a whale or a dragon, turning into smoke.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but glance sideways: "Hey, don't eat anything carelessly!"

The Creation Bottle of Heaven and Earth ignored him and just kept absorbing the black air.

A feeling of joy came over him, and Liu Qinghuan knew that the black energy was useful to him, so he gave up the idea of ​​leaving.

Then, the remaining unlucky birds could not be spared, so he immediately took out another handful of seeds.

Although the number of birds in the flock is large, he carries more seeds with him!

The mouse can also kill all these unfortunate birds!
"Spreading beans makes an army!"

The magic power surged out and poured into every tiny spirit seed. The spirit seeds began to change the moment they were scattered, and according to his magic formulas, they turned into tall tree soldiers.

These tree soldiers have retained some of the characteristics of the original species. For example, the last batch he used were seeds of blackthorn vines. The arms of the transformed tree soldiers are still long vines and covered with thorns.

This time he used the seeds of a tree called the Red Flame Tree. The transformed tree soldiers turned red all over, and every punch they threw was accompanied by sparks.

Faced with the endless stream of tree soldiers attacking, the momentum of the flock of doomed birds was gradually dispersed. As the casualties increased, they began to flee.

Those are all the food for the Creation Bottle of Heaven and Earth, how can we let them escape!

"Youyan, Fubao, Yueqin!" Liu Qinghuan said, "Drive back all the escaped birds of misfortune, don't let any of them go!"

"Yes!"

Several spirit beasts came out at once, and the remaining little stone monkey jumped in front of him and screamed, "...Me, Me!"

Liu Qinghuan glanced at it and felt relieved: "What's your name?"

"Hui, Huitian!"

Liu Qinghuan was slightly startled before saying, "You can go too."

The little stone monkey happily jumped onto the tree and ran away.

"Huitian, Huihai, it seems that this monkey is of a very high generation..." Liu Qinghuan murmured.

……

The battle ended only when the last doom bird was killed, and the Creation Bottle of Heaven and Earth absorbed all the black air from the corpses, then it staggered back into Liu Qinghuan's hands as if it was drunk.

The Immortal Root of Creation shook its branches, and the leaves seemed to become greener.

Liu Qinghuan had consumed a lot of his magic power while performing magic, so he planned to find a place to rest temporarily, when he felt someone poking his arm.

He looked down and saw a branch extending from the Root of Creation.

"doing what?"

The branches turned and pointed forward.

Liu Qinghuan thought for a moment and asked, "Which way should we go?"

The branches swayed up and down as if nodding, but suddenly stopped. After a while, they turned and pointed diagonally to the side.

"Which direction is it? Are you sure?" Liu Qinghuan asked, and then his arm was hit by the branch, and he pointed to the side very firmly.