Chapter 60 The ginseng fruit tree is difficult to transform, so the shadow of the tree asks Qing Changzhu for help!

Pan Hao and his group of gods repaired the ancient land and practiced their own way, while rushing towards Longevity Mountain.

Wangshu is not idle either. The ancient wars left too many dead creatures, and Wangshu doesn't mind them either. All kinds of creatures can be put into the pot to stew.

Especially that pot is not an ordinary pot, but an innate spiritual treasure born in response to the cooking method, the burning heaven and earth pot!

But Wang Shu thought it sounded too ugly and couldn't change the name casually, so he just called it "pot".

This thing was also picked up by Pan Hao. I still remember that day when Wang Shu steamed a piece of Xiongba meat, it was a little bit not rotten. Pan Hao chewed it twice before it was rotten. So Pan Hao said casually, "It would be great if there was a good pot."

Then when Wangshu woke up in the morning, he was hit directly on the head by a big pot. When he picked it up and looked at it, his eyes almost fell out of shock. It turned out to be a top-grade spiritual treasure!

From that moment on, Wang Shu liked to listen to Pan Hao's words no matter what happened, and being with the iron-eating beast never tired him out!

They did not have the great responsibility of guarding the ancient world, and under the protection of Pan Hao, they did not have the urgency of enlightenment. They had been living extremely happily, and every time Pan Hao saw the hot, charming, sweet and innocent smile of Goddess Wang Shu, he would smile.

A conscious smile.

Pan Hao also liked the silly iron-eating beast.

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But sometimes, happiness is theirs, and Zhen Yuanzi has nothing!

But tens of millions of years later, if Zhen Yuanzi attains Hunyuan, the rewards will be thousands of times greater!

The next moment, a trace of luck was pulled away from the long green pillar, and slowly disappeared into the ginseng fruit tree. The dying fruit tree shook like a salted fish, and a vague sense of vitality immediately filled the air.

Pan Hao originally thought he had stepped on a lump of cake, and he felt quite unlucky, but he didn't expect that upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the Jiutianxi soil that had concealed itself!

"Okay, okay, sir!"

In addition to being heavy, it also represents vitality, gestation itself, and infinite creation.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Although the long river of luck cannot be seen or explored, luck is closely related to its owner. Don't look at Pan Hao now giving up this trace of luck to connect with Zhen Yuanzi, which seems to be a loss.

Earth attribute, top quality treasure, not much needed.

Wang Shu looked at Pan Hao, who was really a little depressed, and finally closed the corner of his mouth that curled up at his chin.

Pan Hao touched the iron-eating beast's head, which was very furry and comfortable.

Because this kitchen knife was also picked up by Pan Hao. At that time, the knife was bathing in the dragon's blood. It was golden and extremely domineering. However, it was struck by the dragon and fell at Pan Hao's feet.

Pan Hao counted with his fingers, but he couldn't figure out this thing that designed destiny, so he had to give up, but he was still quite depressed.

A while ago, Zhen Yuanzi, who had long felt the difficulty of transforming, found a way out for himself and moved a small part of the ginseng fruit tree to a ginseng fruit.

"I said, Elder, why is it so troublesome this time? Instead of Jiutianxi soil falling under your feet, it was stepped on by you?"

A meat pot and a kitchen knife matched perfectly. So the kitchen knife changed from white before to black now.

Not to mention the transformation, even His true body has not condensed!

The best innate spiritual roots are sacred and are born from the path of earth. The luck of the feet does not belong to the three pure realms. It is extremely difficult to give birth to spiritual wisdom, and it is even more difficult to transform.

To put it simply, the origin is too strong and cannot be transformed.

With the Nine Heavens of Breathing Soil present, He would not have any bamboo or any fruit.

And just when Zhen Yuanzi wanted to give up, the long green pillar in the long river of luck, which represented Panhao's luck, found the khaki dying yellow fruit tree shadow, which represented Zhen Yuanzi and the ginseng fruit tree.

Luck.

Although the original luck has been reduced a lot, it is still possible to transform.

But in the end, he is a man with a tenacious Taoist heart. Even though he had an accident, he did not give up. With his non-stop efforts day and night, he was finally just a hair away from condensing his true body.

Especially when I saw the forty-three innately restricted top-grade spiritual treasures floating on the side, I felt even more sad and angry!

Because they are all beings who master a law and follow a path. Unless they attain Hunyuan, the day they transform will be the day Zhen Yuanzi is wiped out of his intelligence and becomes a ginseng fruit tree puppet and a puppet of heaven.

One hundred and twenty thousand years have passed, and Zhen Yuanzi, who is still struggling in the tree, is still cursing in his heart, "I don't know which damn god slapped me into this fruit tree!"

At the same time, Pan Hao was sitting on a high mountain, sitting on the ground a little uncomfortable and buttoning the soles of his shoes.

Innate Water Spirit Bamboo, plant 1.8 million kilograms of it first!

Thinking of this, the iron-eating beast left drool at the corner of its mouth, and its small eyes revealed full of desire.

This ginseng fruit is the first ginseng fruit. It already nourishes a lot of the source of luck. After being manipulated by Zhen Yuanzi like this, the source becomes much stronger, much stronger than the higher-grade spiritual roots.

Because it was really too heavy, Pan Hao could only pull it off one by one without using magic power. The more magic power he poured into it, the heavier it became.

"Who is the god of death! If I know who did it, I will crush him to ashes in order to avenge him for hindering his transformation!" Zhen Yuanzi, who was tortured vividly by the powerful heel, phantom

He collapsed under the ginseng fruit tree, his eyes glazed over, like a salted fish that had lost hope.

But just when he wanted to break through the obstacles in one go and take form, and use the best spiritual treasures to dominate and bring blessings, the restrictions of heaven came, and those with the best spiritual roots and spiritual treasures could not transform.

There was no other reason, it was just that Pan Hao said to Wang Shu, "The knife skills are good, it would be better if I had a good knife." That's all.

The iron-eating beast also squatted down and dug up the soil on the soles of the shoes. Of course, he took it away after pulling it down.

At that moment, the ginseng fruit was ripe and could no longer be moved in. Tens of thousands of years of hard work were in vain, and Zhen Yuanzi felt that the sky had fallen.

If we talk about earth attribute treasures, the first thing that comes to mind is Jiutianxi soil!

It looks like a handful of loess, but it is extremely heavy. A grain of soil can really fill up the sea, but endless water cannot soak a grain of soil.

"I don't know either. Maybe this breath soil doesn't belong to me?"

Zhen Yuanzi was really desperate. He knew from the inherited memory that the ginseng fruit tree was born from the roots of the Chaos Green Lotus with an earth source. He originally thought that he was extremely lucky to have such a powerful source. Now it seems that this is not lucky. It is simply

It's a disaster!

After pulling it out for several more years, he finally pulled out a handful of loess. Looking at the golden particles in front of him, the iron-eating beast couldn't help but grin.

The plan originally went well, but just when Zhen Yuanzi was about to leave the fruit tree and move into the ginseng fruit that was about to mature, a huge force knocked him out of the ginseng fruit and pushed him into the ginseng fruit tree.

With an instinct, Panhao's luck invested in Zhen Yuanzi's luck, just like book friends invested in me.

Then he subconsciously touched the kitchen knife fastened to his slim waist. Yes, it was the kitchen knife that Pan Hao named. He felt excited and a little jealous inside.

No matter how many times he watched it, Wangshu still couldn't get used to Pan Hao's good luck like the iron-eating beast.

"This thing is good, but it sticks to the sole of the shoe and is really difficult to buckle off."

Moreover, Pan Hao thought that the originally very domineering knife was too ugly, so he changed its name to Kitchen Knife.

"If you want it, I'll give you some."

Pan Hao originally wanted to give it all to you, but for some reason, he suddenly changed his mind.

But just these are enough to make the iron-eating beast happy.

The only one that was injured was Zhen Yuanzi's tree of luck. A lot of luck had been injected into the long pillar, which made it even more sluggish.

I will be careful after drinking!
Chapter completed!