Spirit Plant: I have an entry panel

In the following period, Song He made a special trip to the Lotus World every day to pay attention to the progress of the scholars at Chenhuan Academy.

Just like an overseer.

Overall, the results are quite gratifying——

The knowledge of the unknown world stimulated the scholars to write hard. The huge world system and stories have all been written according to the description of Qi Qing Bei Ling and the requirements of Song He.

After Song He personally inspected it, it was then delivered through the sect's channels.

Then, the legends and poems they compiled were passed to Ye Guo by special personnel, and they were then told by storytellers. For a time, the whole country was in the craze of storytelling, triggering heated discussions.

In their opinion, this is a story passed down by the immortal himself, so it must be true.

In an era when entertainment is scarce, these stories are interesting and fresh. It also involves a lot of exciting scenes of shemale falling in love.

In addition... the descriptions by the scholars of Chenhuan Academy are quite detailed, making people feel hot and full of imagination.

But all of them are unabridged versions!

With such excitement, the development trend is naturally quite gratifying.

It's really booming.

During this period, the mortals proved that Song He's idea was indeed correct, and some undescribed details were figured out in their minds. Even the scholar who wrote the story did not expect...

So that’s what I meant?

Did I actually lay a foreshadowing here?

…I don’t even know that I think that.

After receiving the feedback, they were basically confused and surprised and continued to modify the context and add bricks and tiles, gradually developing the story towards the real world.

The worldview of mortals is somewhat different from that of immortals. The common sense of some immortal cultivators is like a book from heaven to them.

Everything must be modified to make it easy to understand.

In addition, there is a little surprise.

Belief.

Because people spread it by word of mouth - and Song He asked the court to help spread it, it actually formed some power of belief.

Especially the bitter love tree that can transcend reincarnation and connect humans and monsters, the story of the female ghost Nie Xiaoqian, and the spiritual journey of the seven sad spirits.

Among them, the Bitter Love Tree and the Red Thread Immortal who can reincarnate and renew relationships are the most famous. They didn't even need Song He to say hello, and they spread directly to several surrounding mortal countries.

triggered a greater wave of discussion.

They also spontaneously burned incense and worshiped.

However, since there was no corresponding statue of the god, all the incense beliefs were gathered at the place where Song He used to make the faith infants, and he sent people to take them away regularly.

Within these beliefs are pure wishes—things that are equivalent to praying for the representative characters in these stories. 【6】【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】

It doesn't look like much, but it's actually quite useful.

He is not a god with miraculous calculations, but at least he can make up for some completeness, and can also bring some inspiration for Song He to prepare entries and make spiritual plants in the future.

But it still needs more time to brew.

Just wait for the day of real results.

After seeing that the place was prospering and things were developing exactly according to his ideas, Song He focused on the entry "Praying for Heaven and Calling Thunder".

…

this day,

"I don't know if it will work."

Inside the Mi Shen Tree, Song He was staring at the canyon in front of him, muttering to himself.

The top of the canyon is covered with dense thunder and lightning, and below there are some different exotic flowers and plants growing, facing the sudden majestic rainstorm and the continuous thunderstorms in it.

Every time a flower blooms, there is one more thunder above.

The calamity in it also became more intense.

Xiaomu stood next to the Song River, with several purple gourds floating beside him. The swaying seemed to be releasing an invisible wave, monitoring the thunderous fluctuations that were constantly gathering around him.

With every breath and every second, the data represented by the calamity qi is being sealed and recorded - Xiaomu studies it patiently.

After standing quietly for a while, Xiaomu reminded:

"Master, the surrounding thunder has gathered."

"Yes." Song He nodded slightly, "There is still some reserve of thunder energy in the world, let's test it."

"OK."

Xiaomu naturally would not object. Following Song He's wishes, he controlled a gourd and released wisps of the power of Zhou Guang.

The power of these cosmic lights is gray, but there is a faint orange halo like a star shining in it. It is as light as nothing and flows near the exotic flowers and plants.

Then, just in an instant.

Infused into the flowers.

Some flowers that were about to bloom immediately bloomed - thunder in the sky also fell at this time, falling on the flowers one after another.

"Boom!"

Thunder and lightning fell from high in the sky, illuminating all the small blue-purple flowers below. Each ray of lightning was aimed at a small flower, just right.

After the chopping is completed, most of the small flowers will turn into a pile of ashes, because these small flowers are only second-level spiritual plants and cannot withstand thunder and lightning at all.

But there are also a very few who have withstood the baptism of these thunder and lightning, holding their heads proudly in the area where the thunder and lightning stopped.

Wisps of strange energy invisible to the naked eye were integrated, and their aura and spirituality were enhanced more than a little bit. It was obvious that they had benefited greatly after the thunder tribulation. ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

It's as if after the monks overcome the tribulation, some of the power gifted by heaven and earth will restore and strengthen themselves - at the moment when those thunder and lightning disappear, there is indeed a power output.

"It seems to be vitality, but this vitality is quite pure... Master, my suggestion is that after the experiment here is successful, go to the big world to conduct research." Xiaomu licked his lips.

Obviously something is ready to move.

If Song He was not still here, he would have been able to restrain his instinct and would have wanted to devour those vitalities to strengthen himself.

This strange but pure vitality enhances Lingzhi's spirituality and spiritual power - which is also of great benefit to Xiaomu.

Song He saw his expression in his eyes and couldn't help but said with amusement: "You just have to endure it for now... let's try it in this world first. After collecting enough data, I will send a gourd baby there." Outside."

Xiaomu was silent for a moment and suddenly said:

"...We might as well let my clone come to overcome the tribulation."

The enthusiasm and expectation in his tone could not be concealed - he was simply a crazy researcher, the kind who experimented on himself.

In desperation, Song He could only agree.

"...Okay." He nodded and added: "The next direction of our research is how to use this power and how to preserve this fleeting power."

"Just leave it to me." Xiaomu agreed confidently.

Song He has always been at ease with him.

"Then it's up to you to figure out how to save it. If you can't save it, our plan will be empty."

Reaching out and patting Xiaomu's head, Song He explained: "I need to build a new area in the New Moon Realm. Just tell me if you need it."

"The new area... do you want it to be themed around thunder tribulation?"

"Well, I want the monks to take the initiative to spend money to be struck by lightning."

Song He chuckled and answered like this, his eyes full of bad taste.

…

A few days later, New Moon World.

On a high moonlit slope that ordinary monks cannot reach.

Two people are standing.

One of them is so beautiful that there is something magical about it, and the other one is extremely old and still using a cane.

After the last incident, Qi Qing Bei Ling has obviously calmed down a lot. Although she is still telling stories to the scholars of Chenhuan Academy every day, she is just telling stories.

No more petty thoughts emerged.

After the story came to an end and things stabilized, she was finally allowed to enter the New Moon Realm for a walk during her free time.

Her joy at this made her chill less intense.

The New Moon World is so lively, which is very different from the dead world she lived in - she now likes to watch the development of the New Moon World.

Because the existence form of the New Moon World is very special, although it is still slightly different from the almost mature world of Shenyao Dongtian where souls can live freely, it is still somewhat similar.

The Colorful Divine Deers are all old Shenyao residents, and they really put forward a lot of constructive opinions.

Because of Senior Brother Lu's relationship and the good relationship he had with the Colorful Divine Deers, Song He, as the hands-off shopkeeper, simply agreed to everything.

The colorful sacred deer also lived up to his trust and tried their best. A lot of things have been produced in just a few months——

For example, we have built a palace suitable for spiritual rest, an area that can be unlocked by spending spiritual stone krypton gold to restore spiritual consciousness, and a fighting field that consumes very much spiritual consciousness.

Everything is done to squeeze out the last ray of spiritual consciousness from the monks - the more their spiritual consciousness is consumed, the more beneficial it will be to the development and evolution of the world.

Seeing the world gradually improving, Qi Qing Sad Spirit couldn't help but sigh again:

"How amazing."

In this spiritual world built by divine consciousness, he is surrounded by the never-ending wind and snow. Only the colorful divine deer and several beings who have been transformed into world spirits chartered by Song He can get close.

Now the person receiving her was a gray-haired old man.

That is, Ye Zhenren’s uncle, Ye Cong.

A smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and he joked: "Fellow Taoist Bei Ling, you always start with these words no matter how many times you come here. Is it really amazing?"

"Of course, I mean it."

Although Bei Ling had been in contact with this old man for a short time, the relationship between the two was already good - even though the former was only a golden elixir "before his death", the latter's cultivation was so arrogant that he was half-stepping into the void.

If it were in the past, we probably wouldn't be able to talk about the unequal cultivation, and it would be impossible to talk about it.

But now... one is a prisoner of the Lingye Sect because of his own fault, and the other is the spirit of the world who has accepted the gift and binding of the New Moon Realm.

The status of the two has been wonderfully transformed, and a delicate balance has been achieved.

With such a balance of status and status, there is something to say.

The two looked at each other and smiled, standing under the moonlight, looking at a lake that was being built in front of them. Its color seemed incompatible with the entire New Moon World.

It is a lake of thunder filled with purple lightning.

The rushing lightning and thunder surged freely in the lake like snakes and dragons, as if they were alive.

The colorful sacred deer are busy building a formation with some translucent silk threads, and inside are some strange blue-purple spiritual flowers.

It is the spiritual halo escaping from those spiritual flowers that forms the layers of lakes of lightning. The irritability is restrained by the tranquility effect brought by the formation and the moonlight.

Balance and order were actually maintained.

Everything is so new.

"Fellow Daoist Song once said that this place is called Thunder Calling Lake." Sad Ling's eyes were full of curiosity: "His thoughts have always been extremely wonderful, but he never thought that he could summon even thunder disasters at will?"

"That's natural."

The old man has always boasted about the Song River where people and others can exist in the world, "Song Realm Master has a wonderful idea, and to be honest with fellow Taoists, this place can allow monks to experience the power of thunder tribulation."

"Experience thunder tribulation?" Bei Ling was even more surprised.

Once the thunder tribulation cannot be overcome, it will cause huge harm to the body, not to mention the soul and consciousness here.

Seeing the sad spirit surprised, Ye Cong stroked his beard and said proudly:

"Well, fellow Taoist, you will know after you wait and see. World Master Song has already released the news that nine people have spent spiritual stones to bid for the qualification to test here.

They are all the proud sons of heaven, so how can they be willing to live under others?

Among them, the one with the highest test qualification was sold for a high price of 10,000 top-quality spiritual stones. It is said that the sects behind them are secretly competing with each other. "

Now he and Song He have both prospered and suffered losses. The more resources the latter gets, the more stable their lives will be.

Maybe I can travel to more worlds in the future, and be able to appreciate this magnificent imaginary world even after death.

So didn't you try your best to help Song He with his work?

Qi Qing Sad Spirit became even more interested when he heard this.

She sat directly on the floor, almost lying down, "Then we'll just wait. The only thing we have more now is time."

"That's right." Ye Cong agreed.

Then the two of them sat directly on the ground, staring at the Thunder Lake being built, and waited quietly.

This wait lasted ten days and ten nights.

A funnel-shaped formation has been formed in the sky above Lei Lake with translucent silk threads, which plunges straight into the sky. The bright white moonlight shines on the formation, making it look really gorgeous and magnificent.

The nine monks had excited faces and couldn't wait to appear inside the formation.

There were men and women, old and young, led by a colorful sacred deer towards the depths of Lei Lake, which had just been built and had not yet been tested.

"It's coming!" Ye Cong threw away the walking stick, climbed up, and stared into the distance.

It's completely different from the old and decrepit look just now.

Seven Emotions Sad Spirit: "..."

This is just a decoration for you, look at how excited you are.

She shook her head, stood up slowly, and looked into the distance.

At this time, Xiaolu was introducing the "paid items" of Leihu Test to several monks who had just arrived. (End of chapter)