I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

Jiang Yeming released the weakened spiritual consciousness, and continuously diluted the strength of the spiritual consciousness during the release process. This process made the spiritual consciousness reach a very, very weak point, and finally passed the test.

Suddenly, as if suddenly entering a new world, Jiang Yeming sensed countless messy consciousnesses.

Most of the consciousness is meaningless, even if you perceive it, you don’t know what they say, but not all of them. Jiang Yeming heard a strange voice in the countless messy consciousness information,

"Hungry. Grab them water."

"Everything I hate is mine."

"It stinks ahead, it's disgusting."

The meanings expressed by these voices are naive, but they have clear meanings. Jiang Yeming searched for the voices. In the abstract world, he walked through the corpse of a giant lying on the mountain, and the tall twisted grass, and came to a solitary yellow flower.

This yellow flower was surrounded by dead grass and debris, as if it had completely gained the upper hand in the competition for land and water.

Jiang Yeming's weakened consciousness released a verbal message: "Hello, can we talk?"

"Talk about what?" Huanghua, who has never even had a normal communication, obviously doesn't understand. Its limited consciousness is mainly manifested in specific perceptions such as hunger, water source, and root system.

This is a difficulty in communication. Qu Yin mentioned this problem in his cheat book. Most of the plants with spirits need to cultivate their communication ability.

Jiang Yeming taught according to the mature method in the secret book. After a while, he felt that this method was too slow, so he simply modified it, combined the soul granting technique with it, and forcibly poured it into the stream of consciousness attached to the knowledge point.

After a while, Huang Hua said again: "It hurts me to death. Can you be gentle with a weak life like me?"

Is this done?Although it is a bit simple and rough, it is still the first spirit grass with systematic knowledge education after all. Jiang Yeming was proud and said, "Little guy, I want to ask you something, where did the partner of that corpse go?"

Huang Hua shook her body aggrieved: "You still say that smelly thing, I saw it going there."

Its branches and leaves are like arms pointing behind.

okay.

Jiang Yeming withdrew from the state of spiritual observation, put the little yellow flower into the metaverse inside the hypercube, and then walked around the area directly in front of him, leading Qu Yin to the north.

In the soul master's hall, the black human-shaped shadow reported to the supreme soul master:
"Report to the soul master, he has entered the second incomplete space, and has revealed some information through murals in the first incomplete space."

Under the shadow of the half-kneeling human figure, hesitantly asked, "Great soul master, is it really necessary to tell the human beings of this era our history? Even if they know, so what, at most they can survive like us, and nothing will change."

Countless soul bodies floated on the soul master's face, showing the ups and downs of his emotions, and the vast sound resounded throughout the soul master's hall.

"It's different. I've seen the same him. I tried to change everything, but it was just a little bit. I chose not to trust before, but now, I want to support him."

The voice of the vastness stopped, but the human-shaped shadow did not respond, not even daring to move.

The huge body of the soul master stood up, opened his eyes, and the eyes pierced through the barriers of the heavens.

A sigh:
"To live, we must have hope. Our hope is gone, but he still has it. Don't give up."

Jiang Yeming and Qu Yin walked towards the direction guided by the little yellow flower. After a while, a water pool appeared in the distance.

Most of the water marshes on the grasslands are swamps, and ordinary people are likely to fall into them and be swallowed up when walking on them, and there may be other dangers in such weird places, so Jiang Yeming and Qu Yin chose to observe them from the sky.

The two of them used the air defense technique to observe from the sky. The green grass and black water are connected together, and it is difficult to see what is wrong for a while.

Qu Yin, who is not capable of fighting, hastened to show his worth: "Look at my secret search technique."

He took out a stack of talisman papers and sprinkled them on the watery ground, and chanted a mantra: "Grass is grassy, ​​people are popular, go to one side, and the imperial law will appear."

After the incantation was finished and the formula was cast, the one-meter-high weeds below fell to the left and right as if following his command. At the same time, a path appeared, and there were vaguely fluorescent footprints.

After finishing these, Qu Yin said a little proudly: "Brother Jiang, my technique is not bad."

"It's not bad." Jiang Yeming nodded, and Qu Yin was responding to the saying that there are specialists in each technique, and each has its own merits.

The two continued to fly in the air, and after flying for a while, the traces disappeared, and Qu Yin began to cast spells again, stopping and walking along the way.

Finally, by a small lake, the two stopped.

The target was found, a bonfire was lit by the lake, and the three cultivators waved torches and sang a cappella around the fire.

Jiang Yeming also smelled the aroma of barbecue, and took a closer look. There was a big fish on the fire.

What is this situation, Jiang Yeming felt a little strange.

The behavior of these three cultivators is too abnormal. They can eat bigu, but they are so lax in dangerous and difficult places, and they still eat grilled fish.

He was even more surprised when he heard the singing coming from the front.

Although the song is in human language, it is humming a legend that has never been heard before.

This way of singing reminded Jiang Yeming of the epics sung by certain ethnic groups for generations, such as King Gesar and Homer's epics.

Could it be that this group of comprehensionists compiled the history of blood and tears of the Cultivation Alliance for more than 2000 years into poetry?

After listening to it for a while, Jiang Yeming felt that something was wrong. It involved a lot of gods' names, taboos and respectful titles, which had nothing to do with the Cultivation Alliance.

In order to find out what was going on, Jiang Yeming did not interrupt and listened quietly.

"Chuangshi God holds the green seedling wine in his left hand,
The gods raised their glasses together.

This moment behind the world is being destroyed,
At this moment we are homeless.

When the cup is drunk, the golden cup is filled and offered to God, the sorrow lasts forever, and life goes on.

I asked the gods, where is the future?

God said: After darkness there will be light.

God said again: Light does not belong to us, and we must pay to obtain it.

What is giving?

What kind of pay?
The gods are always so sympathetic to all living beings, drinking wine, singing songs, and staying away from me. "

The cappella ended here, and the long epic poem should not be finished yet, but the three cultivators started to get busy grilling fish.

Jiang Yeming asked Qu Yin suspiciously: "Is there a Creator God in the Cultivation Alliance?"

"Of course not, they've never heard it before, maybe they got the lyrics and score from here." Qu Yin shook his head and replied.

It seems that if you want to find out, you have to ask. Jiang Yeming no longer hides, flies out, kicks away a cultivator who is holding a grilled fish, and grabs the collars of the other two at the same time, swinging in the middle.

Duang!
A muffled sound.

The two cultivators bumped their heads together, each with a big bag, and fell to the ground in a daze.