Facing Liu Qinghuan's questioning, Sansang Mu was silent for a long time before another voice sounded.

"Don't go. ”

Liu Qinghuan almost thought that he had heard it wrong, and said in amazement: "Don't go?"

In fact, since many years ago, he has had the feeling that Sansang Mu is about to become a wood, but the other party has not left, and he is busy, so he has not pursued it. Now when I hear such an answer, I really don't know why.

"What does it mean not to go......? Are you already a tree, just ready to stay on it?"

"It's coming. ”

"Oh, it's coming. Liu Qinghuan nodded: "Then what do you mean by not leaving?"

The wooden stick that emerged from under the Tree of Spiritual Roots shook it, and said as if very aggrieved, "The bottle will not leave." ”

Liu Qinghuan's eyes widened, and her heartbeat suddenly became faster!

"The bottle you are talking about is the Wanmu Zhengrong Nectar Bottle?"

Sansang Mu did not deny it.

Liu Qinghuan suddenly felt that the dust had settled.

Although he had long guessed that the seed might be an immortal treasure, this was the first time he had received a clear answer.

It's just that he still doesn't understand that Xianbao can't leave the Stygian Mountain Battle Domain before the battle season is over, but he can't run out with him for some reason, and he also escaped the search of Gui Bugui and another Mahayana monk at that time.

Thinking hard to no avail, looking at the essence wood aura that continued to flow out under the spiritual root tree, Liu Qinghuan was a little in a trance.

That's an immortal treasure, something that even Mahayana monks flock to! It's really in his dantian?

He raised his head, his gaze wandering back and forth among the leafy branches of the Spiritual Root Tree, trying to find the green seed...... Nature got nothing.

What made him happy was that because the grade of the immortal treasure was incomparably different from him, the little aura that leaked out made his cultivation increase day by day.

Before, Kong Wu Taizun had asked him how long it would take him to reach the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant Stage, and he replied that it would take decades, which was already an astonishing short time, after all, he had not been long in the late Yuan Infant Stage, and no matter how fast it was, it would be too eye-catching.

In fact, with the wood aura leaking out of the immortal treasure, and being in the Shangqing Void Cave Heaven, not to mention that he still has three Heavenly Infant Fruits in his hand that can increase his cultivation, I believe that it will not take a few decades to cultivate to the Great Perfection Realm. And the rest of the time, he kept it for fusing the Dao realm.

Liu Qinghuan thought for a long time, and when he looked up, he saw that the wooden stick was sneakily retrieving his roots, and turned from joy to anger and said: "Okay, no wonder you don't want to go, it turns out that you want to take the fairy treasure for yourself!"

grabbed the root whisker that wanted to escape from his hand and pulled it out, causing the three mulberry trees to hurriedly fight, and for a while the root whiskers danced wildly, punching and kicking, a big fight!

After the fight, Yuan Ying's lotus-like limbs hugged the bare wooden stick tightly, and coaxed: "Do you know where that seed is, call it out, let me see how it is?"

Sangmu struggled to escape from his domination, refusing to answer questions.

Liu Qinghuan was helpless, so he had to retreat to the next best thing: "You have to tell me when the tree will become a tree, right? I have to prepare, where do you want to take root, or choose a place in our Donghua Prefecture?"

This is indeed a very serious and urgent issue. The birth of a divine tree has a far-reaching impact, and the entire interface will benefit from it, and as it grows, it will release a majestic aura and improve the level of the interface.

Liu Qinghuan didn't expect Sansang Mu to settle in the Wenshi faction - that was unlikely, after all, it was Shenmu, if the other sects knew about it, I am afraid they would be extremely dissatisfied, not to mention that it would definitely involve Liu Qinghuan himself, which was not in line with his principle of keeping a low profile.

But it is still possible to let the three mulberry trees fall in Donghua Prefecture, so that the distance is not far, and the aura is much stronger than other places, and it can be regarded as fertile water that does not flow into the fields of outsiders.

After some questioning, Sansang Mu finally gave in, indicating that he would become a wood in a few days, but because he was reluctant to give up the immortal treasure, the wood aura leaked out of the immortal treasure was also very beneficial to it, so he had been suppressing his own growth, and he could probably press it for another few decades.

Only then did Liu Qinghuan know that most of the aura emitted by the original immortal treasure was absorbed by it, and only a small part was left for him, and he couldn't help but feel sulking.

However, in a blink of an eye, although the aura can quickly improve his cultivation, after all, he is not cultivated by himself, and it will inevitably cause the foundation to be unstable, so it is better to be like now, he can completely convert the bubbling wood aura into his own use, which is more secure.

Besides, I have lived with Sansang Mu for many years, and I have relied on it to help me in several life and death situations, so it is not easy to deal with it.

Sorting out the mess, Liu Qinghuan finally came out of the dantian, got up and walked out of the quiet room.

The eyes are full of straight and beautiful gold-inlaid jade purple bamboo, this kind of spiritual bamboo is in excellent condition, the sandalwood bamboo pole is as warm and soft as purple jade, hidden in the emerald green with gold edge under the bamboo leaves is very beautiful.

He stood still for a moment, condensed a water mirror and looked at it, and the person in the mirror was still a pair of lacquer eyes, and nothing had changed.

Ziyan Rou said that his eyes are black and white, and in the past few days, he has taken self-portraits in the mirror whenever he has time, trying to find out the clues.

Recalling the situation that day, he had just come out of Lele, and he was stunned because he remembered Yan Hua who died on the battlefield, and saw that the Wen Shi faction had recovered a little lively, but he couldn't hide the cold silence that the people had passed away, so he sighed at the impermanence of life and death, and the appointment was indefinite.

Maybe it was this emotion that made his eyes look strange, after all, he cultivated the way of life and death, and not long ago, he just touched the rules of heaven and earth related to life.

It's just that the momentary perception was fleeting, and it had disappeared before he found it, which was a pity.

Removing the water mirror, Liu Qinghuan tapped his toes, floated to the top of a purple bamboo, sat down on the soft bamboo branch, and took out a wooden box.

When it was opened, three chubby jade dolls-like Tianying Fruit were sleeping soundly. He grabbed one, and without waiting for the other party to cry, with a flick of his fingertips, the Tianying fruit became a normal fruit, which was incorporated into his mouth, and it also avoided the strange feeling of swallowing the baby.

When the baby fruit enters the abdomen, it immediately turns into a fragrant and sweet juice, which flows to the limbs and bones along with the meridians, bringing a sense of warmth.

The Shangqing Void Cave is very quiet, and there are not many people who can come in, except for the two Great Cultivators who have a fixed cave in it, the other Yuanying monks of the Wenshi Sect who are allowed to come in and cultivate are generally gathered in a place called Qiongju Peak, where they dig a temporary cave for retreat.

The Qiongju Peak and the Zizhu Sea are far away, so the vast Zizhu Sea only hears the rustle of the bamboo leaves in the wind every day, as if it is a quiet and soothing long drizzle, washing away the noise and chaos of the world.

Liu Qinghuan is not confined to a cave or a room, but sits on the bamboo tops, his body is as light as nothing and flutters with the wind, his heart is also empty, immersed in practice.

Rich dust, clouds and mud people, Shaohua streamers fly across.

Flicking fingers of life and death, several rounds of dawn and twilight, the vast fairy road in the sky.

There is no time in the mountains, and there are thousands of years in the world.