Chapter 816 Mountain Town

I saw the green liquid turning into a crystal clear jade-like green bead, slowly sliding down along the veins on the leaf surface, finally converging on the rhizome, and then gradually seeping into it.

Han Li straightened up, put away the little green bottle, and the slightly curled leaves returned to their original shape as Han Li left.

The tender green buds of the whole plant have not changed at all, only the occasional breeze blows by, and the two leaf petals tremble slightly, and then it seems that nothing has happened before.

Han Li was not in a hurry, his eyes were fixed on this small tree bud, his eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Time passed bit by bit, Han Li's expression did not change at all, and he always maintained a calm expression.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Li's expression changed slightly.

I saw a sudden flash of light on the leaf surface, a strange pattern lit up, and then gradually spread, covering the entire tree buds in the blink of an eye.

This pattern is not the same as the veins of young leaves, but it looks quite familiar.

After Han Li looked at it for a while, he suddenly clapped his hands and murmured, "Why is it so similar to the Dao of Time?"

However, the lines only lasted for a few breaths, and soon the lines on the leaf surface disappeared.

However, Han Li's brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes flickered slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

These two living trees were planted by Mu Yan, the eldest disciple of the ancestor Miluo of the Mantra Sect. Could it be that when they were cultivated, they also used some method to endow the tree with the power of the law of time? Or are these two trees of life originally containing the law of time?

So what's going on about using this tree to survive the catastrophe of evil decline?

Or, is it just a false rumor?

After thinking for a long time, Han Li couldn't come to an accurate conclusion, so he shook his head and gave up.

No matter what, it is always a good thing for the stumped roots of the two-year-old tree to sprout and regenerate.

For the next time, Han Li stayed in the garden for another half a day. After checking the growth of many other elixir, he left the elixir garden. After stepping out of the silver light gate, he returned directly to the bamboo building in the pond. Inside.

Tiao Hun had been in a coma for a long time, and there was no sign of waking up, so he didn't go up to the second floor, but sat down cross-legged on the first floor.

After sitting quietly and adjusting his breath for a while, Han Li turned his palm over and took out a piece of high-grade Ziyang Nuanyu, holding it in his hand.

He slowly passed the fairy power into the warm jade, and a misty purple light immediately lit up on the jade body, and after it was reflected, the entire first floor of the bamboo building was dyed purple.

Han Li was in the middle of it, and he felt warm all over his body. An extremely comfortable feeling emerged from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, retracted the fairy power into his body, and Ziyang Nuanyu also returned to its original state.

"This thing is really extraordinary, and its benefits to the soul are so strong. It's no wonder those guys in Black Weasel City are willing to take risks for this thing... If you use this thing to assist in the cultivation of divine arts, maybe you can get twice the result with half the effort." A look of surprise appeared on Han Li's face, and he muttered to himself.

After saying a word, he raised his hand and tossed it lightly, and the piece of purple sun warm jade flew into the air and hovered over his head.

Han Li immediately pinched the formula with both hands, and silently recited the formula for the fifth level of the alchemy.

I saw a ray of crystal light slowly protruding from the center of his eyebrows, twisting a few times in the void like a spirit snake, and then, as if he had found some prey, he jumped up and plunged into the purple sun warmer. Among the jade.

Nuanyu shook slightly, and the purple light on it lit up again, but it didn't shine as brilliantly as before. Instead, it only lit up with a radius of ten or so inches, covering the void above Han Li's head.

Within the purple light, there seems to be misty purple smoke, and there seems to be a little bit of crystal light, which looks like a group of purple nebulae, which looks quite dreamy.

Han Li was covered by the purple nebula, and his expression immediately became more relaxed. Waves of inconspicuous spiritual fluctuations rippled from around his head, like water ripples, each circle larger than the circle.

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Time is like water, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and it is another five years in a flash.

In the Huangliang Region, amidst the rolling green mountains, there is a mountain town that is almost isolated from the rest of the world.

At dusk, smoke began to rise from the roofs of every household in the town. The late farmers returned from outside the town with one-horned green cattle and were walking down the wooden archway at the entrance of the street.

On the bluestone-paved streets in the center of the town, many demon children with two heads and four arms were chasing and playing back and forth. Some stout demon women were standing not far away, chatting about their family affairs, and glanced at them from time to time. own children.

If they fell or bumped, they couldn't help complaining and helped them up.

One of the children, who was quite clever, was about to jump on another companion who was a few years older than him, when he suddenly saw two figures reflected in the setting sun under the archway outside the town, heading towards The town walked in.

The town is not big, and the people living here are all from the same ethnic group, so the child recognized the two strangers at a glance, and he didn't feel afraid, but looked at the two people curiously.

The two of them only had one head and two arms, and they looked nothing like the people in their town. They were a bit unpleasant, but the clothes they were wearing were really nice, with various patterns that he had never seen before.

One of the two, a young man with an ordinary appearance, saw the child looking at him, and then grinned at him, while the other man with white hair remained silent and expressionless.

The two were exactly Han Li and Shi Chuankong who came here from Shenqiuyu.

Seeing that he was spotted peeping, the child immediately looked away, but soon couldn't help but look over.

Seeing this, Han Li, who was dressed in green robes, smiled even more intensely. Wasn't that idiot who saw his third uncle for the first time look like this demon boy?

"Brother Shi, I thought that the people of the demon race were born to be practitioners, but I didn't expect that there are still people like ordinary people. This mountain village is hidden in the Baxia mountain range, but it really feels like a paradise. Feeling." Han Li withdrew his gaze and said.

"People of all races in the sanctuary are born with strong bodies, and the most common ones have an average lifespan of three to four hundred years. But there are not many people who have the qualifications for cultivation. Unless everyone can do body training, not everyone can do it. , are also willing to practice." Shi Chuankong glanced at the people in the town and said.

"That's true. However, what race are the people in this town? Judging from their bloodlines, they don't seem to be weak, and they don't look like ordinary demons." Han Li nodded and said.

"In the sanctuary, apart from some high-level races, some low-level races don't value blood, so there are a lot of promiscuous marriages. Sometimes it is difficult to tell which race they are when the blood is impure. Yes. The people in this small town in front of me seem to have pure blood, but I have never seen it anywhere else in the sanctuary, so I couldn't tell the difference for a while." Shi Chuankong frowned and said.

While talking, the two of them passed through the frolicking children, and under the curious eyes of the women and farmers, they came to a small tea stand in the center of the town and sat down.

The owner of the tea stall was a hunchbacked old man with disheveled hair. After delivering a pot of tea to the two of them, he turned around and went back to the house without even saying a word to Han Li and the others.

"Right now, the refinement of Dao Soldiers is about to reach its final juncture. There is really no other way but to delay here for a while." Han Li took a sip of the tea in the black pottery tea bowl, unexpectedly feeling sweet, and said.

"It's okay. It's not a matter of rushing to go back. It's better to stop and go. Although the aura of heaven and earth in the Baxia Mountain Range is average, the magic energy is far thinner than other places. Brother Li refines Dao soldiers here. It's also suitable." Shi Chuankong glanced at the black pottery tea bowl, didn't drink it, waved his hand, and said.

Hearing this, Han Li was about to speak when he suddenly felt the ground shaking in front of him. He quickly stood up and picked up the teapot on the table and his tea bowl.

The tea bowl on Shi Chuankong's side fell to the ground with a "slap", and the tea spilled all over the floor.

Before they figured out what was going on, they heard the children on the street shouting excitedly as they ran: "Run the mountain, run the mountain... Grandpa the Mountain God moved his nest..."

The two looked at the women over there again, each of them was as stable as Mount Tai, as if they were used to it, they didn't show any fear at all, and each of them didn't even shake their bodies very much.

The violent tremors of the ground lasted for more than ten breaths before finally stopping.

Han Li sat down again, and put the teapot and teacup back on the table.

The bench that Shi Chuankong was sitting on was wet with tea, so he changed his seat and sat on Han Li's left side.

"Is this an earthquake just now?" Han Li asked with some doubts.

"I didn't notice any abnormal fluctuations, it should be an earthquake..." Shi Chuankong nodded and said.

Before the two could finish speaking, another violent tremor came from the ground.

Han Li didn't get up this time, and when he pressed the corner of the table with both hands, the wooden table that had been "squeaking" as if it was about to fall apart stabilized again, and even the tea in the tea bowl didn't make the slightest ripple.

Such repeated earthquakes happened intermittently, and after more than ten times, they finally stopped.

At this time, the sky had already darkened, and the hunchbacked old man picked up a dim yellow lantern and hung it under the low eaves, then bent down to pick up the teacup that was broken earlier.

When the hunchbacked old man straightened up, the two previous guests had disappeared, and there was only a black magic stone the size of a little finger on the table.

The old man looked around, but he couldn't see the figures of the two people, then he swept the table with his hands, and put the magic stone into the pocket of his clothes.

On the mountain road outside the small town, Han Li and the two looked a little stiff, and they walked in a hurry.

"Brother Li, are you sure you read it right?" Shi Chuankong didn't speak, but asked through sound transmission.