Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 316
The years are leisurely, and 10 years have passed.

On Jianmu, Qingling sat high on the 31st floor, looking at the sky and the earth surrounded by clouds and mist below, he was a little worried.

The building wood is too tall and too big, and the 31 heavy weight it bears is even more stalwart.

Sometimes he wondered if Jianmu would break himself because the sky and the earth were too heavy one day?

Even though Jianmu has been transformed and grown by the great power of heaven and earth over countless years, and even the condensing of countless laws of wood, the instillation of the power of wood, and the countless painstaking efforts of his ancient power, Jianmu is still a wood after all.

The sky and the earth are too heavy, the sky and the earth are too heavy. At this time, Buzhou Mountain is still there, Jianmu only shares [-]% of the weight of the sky and the earth, and he can barely support it.

If in the future, Buzhou Mountain collapses, then all the weight of the world will fall on Jianmu. At that moment, don't even think about it, Jianmu will collapse!
Qing Ling closed her eyes and meditated for a long time, but when she opened her eyes, she thought of Zu Wu.

Jianmu's body is tyrannical, even if Jianmu is defenseless, even ordinary Daluo Jinxian can't hurt him.

But Jianmu is insufficient in origin, congenitally insufficient!

Jianmu will actually blossom and bear fruit!

According to the Shan Hai Jing, there are nine trees in the building without branches, and nine wolfberries in the bottom. They are actually like hemp, and their leaves are like awns.

It's just that Qingling never lets Jianmu bloom, and it won't interbreed with other woods, and it won't bear fruit, which will damage the original source, so the owner of Jianmu, himself, has never said that he is in heat.

Qingling stepped down from Jianmu, Duguang land burst out of the ground in an instant, the short stature crawled on the ground, and said respectfully: "The land pays homage to the great master!"

"Let's get up." Qingling asked, "What happened to Jumang?"

"Reporting to the master, the little god has guarded him for 10 years, and has never seen any changes in him."

Qing Ling nodded, "Back off."

The land quickly retreated respectfully, and with a shrunk of its short legs, it returned to the soil.

Qingling walked on the vast grounds of the capital without any hurry or slowness. The green grass is covered with green grass, bees and butterflies are flying, the sky is light and cloudy, and the forest and grassland are breeze blowing, leisurely and at ease.

This is the beauty he envied, but he couldn't stop.

Outside of Duguang, there are many murders and countless calculations. If you are not careful, you will be forever lost!

Qingling walked under Jianmu, and a strong man wrapped in blue animal skin was bound, and sat cross-legged with a dull expression.

He sensed someone coming, opened his eyes, looked at Qing Ling, and said, "How long are you going to suppress me?"

Qing Ling smiled and said, "Suppression? If I suppress your injuries, how can I recover completely? One hundred thousand years, even Houtu Dijiang and the others may be able to recover. Without the rich wood power of my Jianmu to nourish , this body of yours will not heal in another 10 years."

Gou Mang heard the words, his expression darkened, and he remained silent.

For Qingling, he didn't have any jealousy, anger, or hatred like other ancestor witches, all he had was helplessness.

Because he still remembered that Qing Ling saved him once, and he should repay the grace of saving his life.

It's just that the two belong to Liches and are destined to oppose each other.

Qingling came slowly, Jianmu here is just a "mortal" who has been suppressed by the power of witchcraft and physical body.

"Have you ever thought about the future of the witch clan?"

Ju Mang said: "Of course it is to kill the Heavenly Court and destroy the monster clan!"

"But can you kill them all? All the spiritual beings in the world are the demon clan. Even if the witch clan perishes, the demon clan will not be wiped out."

"Nonsense!" Ju Mang shouted, "It is impossible for my Wu clan to perish."

Qing Ling shook his head and said: "There is no ethnic group that is prosperous forever. Even if they were as strong as the three clans in the past, they will decline today.

Although the Lich is strong, it is just average.

Unless, the Lich reconciles. "

"Impossible." Jumang shook his head, not to mention that my eleven brothers and sisters agreed. Nuwa would definitely hate you to the death of Fuxi Yaohuang in battle, and the countless members of the Yaozu who died tragically were also unwilling.

Furthermore, thousands of members of the Witch Clan cannot live without the Monster Clan!This is the root of the conflict between the two races! "

Qing Ling nodded, and said: "The roots of the Liches and Demons lie here.

But your ancestral witches only want to kill the monsters to feed on them, but you don't solve the real method of suppressing evil spirits of the witches. "

Gou Mang shook his head, "If it is possible, we have already tried it. However, the innate witches of the Wu clan can only be used for body training if they are transformed into post-earth witches through meat, otherwise they will only be tortured to death by the innate witches! "

Hearing this, Qingling sneered and said: "So, this is the reason why your witch clan can only have twelve ancestor witches. The congenital witches transformed into acquired witches, although they survived, they never lost the chance to break through the shackles." !"

Gou Mang bowed his head and remained silent.

Qingling said: "If one day, the witch clan no longer needs to feed on the monster clan, will you restrain the witch clan and stop killing indiscriminately?"

Gou Mang looked up at him and said in surprise, "You have a solution?"

Qing Ling shook his head, "There is no such thing. Forget it, you can rest here for a while, and then the Wu Clan will come to replace you."

"Substitution?" Gou Mang said in disbelief: "My elder brothers can't bear it, they will only make you a mess. Even if you are powerful and have survived for a long time, but today's Twelve Ancestral Witches, It’s no longer in your hands.”

Qing Ling laughed and said, "Then you still let me decide?"

After finishing speaking, he flipped his hands a little bit, and nine drops of emerald green blood flowed out of his body and fell into Qing Ling's hands.

"These nine drops of painstaking efforts will be regarded as repaying the cause and effect of the year. If you meet me in the future, don't hold back."

Gou Mang looked startled, and asked in surprise, "Are you really going to let me go?"

Qing Ling smiled, turned and left.

It's not that he doesn't want to leave Jumang behind, but that the balance of heaven cannot be lost.

The higher he stood, the more things he could see, and the more things he was naturally afraid of.

Qing Ling looked at the ancestral witch's essence and blood in her palm, and her mind was beating.

In this world, if there is anything that can be of great use to Jianmu, it is naturally the treasure of fortune, the Qiankun Ding!

It's just that Jianmu has already supported the sky and cannot be refined into the Qiankun cauldron.

In addition, it is the blood of Pangu!
Although Pan Gu died, his blood was still there.

The heart of Pan Gu exists naturally!

Qingling knew in her heart that the purest Pangu's blood in the prehistoric world belonged to the Pangu's heart in the Pangu Palace!

Absorbing Pangu's painstaking efforts, Jianmu can be improved to a higher level, breaking through the shackles, so that he will not be overwhelmed when the sky falls.

He was waiting, waiting for the Wu Clan to come and give him the blood of Pan Gu.

Qingling is not afraid that the Wu Clan will not give it to him, and he has the head of the extravagant corpse and Jumang in his hands. Without both of these, he cannot form a great formation of gods and gods!
He just sits quietly in 31 heavens, waiting for someone to come.

As for the eleven ancestral witches attacking him to force him to surrender, in Duguang, no one has been able to force Qing Ling!
Now that his injuries are healed, Jianmu is solid, and Qingling, whose realm is stable, can display [-]% of his combat power, not to mention Jianmu's reputation is enough to frighten them.

From ancient times to the present, Jianmu has suppressed countless golden immortals Taiyi under its roots, every Daluo Jinxian, and even the great powers of heaven and earth have been suppressed here. They can't die, and they can't escape without missing.

This kind of suppression and imprisonment is more terrifying than death!
(End of this chapter)