Honghuang: Tongtian peeked at my diary, and taught Quancheng to become a saint

In front of Duobao Cave Mansion.

"Junior Brother Duobao, I was wandering around yesterday and picked up a few innate spiritual roots. I can't use them all up, so I'll bring you some..."

Zhao Gongming and San Xiao not far away watched Lin Yuan call out Duo Bao dumbly, and then casually stuffed Duo Bao with a bundle of spiritual roots...

Then Lin Yuan drifted away and went to another disciple's cave.

"What's wrong with this world? When did the innate spiritual roots turn into radishes and cabbages, which can be given away in bundles?"

"Did I have hallucinations after retreating for too long, or did I get drunk..."

Zhao Gongming and Sanxiao doubted life a little.

Lin Yuan was in a very good mood.

In the past few days, he sent several major disciples of the Jiejiao to him, and when they met, he threw a bunch of innate spiritual roots on them.

Anyway, he has a lot of this thing, so he doesn't feel bad.

I can't use it up, and I can't have cubs if I keep it.

It's better to send it out so that the disciples of Jiejiao can improve their cultivation.

The stronger the Jiejiao disciples were, the safer Lin Yuan would be.

"It's almost there. In two days, I will take out the primordial purple energy and the great way chalcedony. If I can create a few saints, then it will be stable..."

Lin Yuan thought happily.

At this time, Lin Yuan suddenly found Zhao Gongming and San Xiao standing there not far away.

Immediately, I was overjoyed.

"Sister Sanxiao, you have left the customs..."

"And Junior Brother Zhao Gongming!"

Lin Yuan went up to say hello, and was about to flirt with San Xiaokou.

Suddenly frowned.

"Why haven't you made any progress in your cultivation?"

"Could it be that those spiritual roots are not effective?"

Lin Yuan asked suspiciously.

He found that San Xiao's cultivation hadn't changed a bit.

Isn't this a waste of work?
"Those spiritual roots..."

San Xiao was tongue-tied.

For the past few days, they have been full of shock and wild thoughts.

How can there be time to refine spiritual roots and improve cultivation?
"Could it be that the number of spiritual roots is not enough?"

"It's okay, brother, I still have some here, take them all, and improve your cultivation!"

"Measurable calamity is approaching, it's too dangerous if you don't have enough cultivation!"

Without waiting for their answer, Lin Yuan took out another bunch of spiritual roots and stuffed them into San Xiao's hands.

"You three sisters, and Junior Brother Zhao Gongming, don't worry, Senior Brother, work hard these two days, and pick up some more spiritual roots."

"Before the calamity comes, your cultivation will be further improved!"

After Lin Yuan finished speaking, he left worriedly.

He wondered if he was a bit conservative when he gave seven or eight spiritual roots at a time.

This effect is not obvious!
Or, be more unrestrained?
Zhao Gongming and San Xiao, who stayed in place, were holding a large bundle of spiritual roots.

Dao Xin almost collapsed.

What Lin Yuan is doing is personnel affairs?The person who said it?

When they met, a large bundle of innate spiritual roots was thrown over, and San Xiao and the others were so shocked that they wanted to forget everything.

Throw more, they are afraid they will forget everything.

Moreover, Lin Yuan also said that "in the future, I will work harder and pick up more spiritual roots"...

Can this thing be picked up with effort?
outrageous.

"No, this is too strange, it must be reported to Master Master!"

San Xiao and Zhao Gongming looked at each other and made up their minds.

In the next few days, Lin Yuan continued to "harass" the disciples persistently.

And the moves were even more generous, when they met dozens of innate spiritual roots, everyone was dizzy when they were smashed.

After half a month like this, the disciples finally couldn't take it anymore.

They gathered in front of Biyou Palace, clamorously wanting to see Tongtian.

In Biyou Palace, Tongtian was still staring at the diary, anxiously waiting for the "update".

I want to get information about Fengshen Quanjie from the diary.

In fact, with the cultivation base of a saint, deducing the secrets and predicting the future is as simple as eating and drinking.

But conferring gods to measure calamity involves saints, and even Hongjun, the most powerful man in the prehistoric world.

So even if there are only a few decades left before the calamity, Tongtian can't figure out the details.

I can only count on this diary.

However, the recent information in the diary is overwhelming.

After all, these few days, Lin Yuan is busy "giving benefits" everywhere, how can he be in the mood to write a diary?
They are all extremely perfunctory.

Like the last few days.

【it is good】

【numb】

【bother】

【Do not】

【think】

【Write】

【Day】

【remember】

……

One word a day, one more counts as Lin Yuan loses.

Anyway, the system rewards, regardless of the number of words in the diary, just write every day.

"Don't write if you don't want to! You bastard!"

"Teasing me!"

See the last word.

Even if Tongtian is cultivated by a saint, he can't hold back!

I almost couldn't help but split the diary with a sword!
"calm down!"

Tong Tian calmed down.

"A sage does not cling to things, does not take pleasure in things, does not feel sorry for himself, is pure and inaction..."

"Damn it, I'm still so angry!"

Just when Tong Tian was full of anger, he suddenly heard commotion outside Bi You Palace.

He kicked open the palace gate.

"what's up?"

"Why don't you practice hard and come here to make noise!"

Tong Tian looked at the noisy disciples in front of him, frowned and shouted.

I feel even worse.

None of these disciples made him feel at ease.

"Master Master, Senior Brother Lin Yuan picks up spiritual roots every day..."

"Send it around, I'm only at the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, throw me a hundred plants at once..."

"I dare not refine even one..."

"Master Master, you take care of Elder Brother Lin Yuan and let him take over his supernatural powers!"

As soon as the disciples saw Tongtian, they immediately saw the backbone and rushed into Biyou Palace.

"Crying" all over the place.

These days, Lin Yuan is sending out spirit roots everywhere.

It was a good thing.

But he sent too much.

Innate spiritual roots are extremely precious, and each one requires countless years of cultivation in the world.

Getting one is a great blessing.

Even connecting to the sky, obtaining three high-grade innate spiritual roots, is also very important to call disciples, and solemnly reward them.

And Lin Yuan threw out dozens or hundreds of plants at will.

Those disciples who got spiritual roots did not feel the joy of windfall.

but fear.

It's too precious, such a great favor, they dare not refine it.

I don't refine it, and I'm afraid of losing it, so I'm trembling every day.

And he wanted to ask Lin Yuan to go back, but before they met, Lin Yuan threw dozens of spiritual roots on him.

Who can stand this?
But speaking of it, these disciples are pure in nature.

If someone like Ding Guangxian didn't care about Sanqi 21, let's say after refining it, there would be no psychological pressure.

"You mean to say that Lin Yuan has a lot of innate spiritual roots, and he sends them around..."

"Hundreds of plants?"

"Aren't you all idle and come to entertain me?"

Tongtian's eyes widened.

As a saint, I have experienced hundreds of battles, what scene have I not seen?

You guys want to join forces to fool me?

no way!

"Lin Yuan! Tell me, what's going on?"

"Don't try to deceive me! Now that the calamity is approaching, I'm not in the mood to mess around with you!"

Tong Tian said to Lin Yuan who was beside him with an innocent face.

"Master said last time, what kind of genius I am, the opportunity has come recently!"

"Maybe my physique is also born with deep blessings. Recently, I can pick up a spiritual root by just taking a few steps outside the house."

"I thought I couldn't use it all up, and the younger brothers and younger sisters need to improve their strength."

"Just send them over..."

With that said, Lin Yuan opened the portable space.

Whoa!
Thousands of innate spiritual roots fell out like flowing water and piled up on the ground into a small hill.

Immediately, the entire Biyou Palace could hear the quiet needle dropping.

Tongtian blinked.

I have never seen this scene...