Me, plant, fire root? ? ?

Absorb spirit stones, give birth to yourself, control secret keys, calm down the veins...

Ye Zesheng repeated this process over and over again, like a tireless tool.

He couldn't hold it anymore, so Yingyouyuan helped him up for a while.

At this juncture, neither of them asked about the other's ability, and acquiesced in the other's secret.

After a while, when the last crack was healed, Ye Zesheng held the spirit bead and finally stopped moving.

Looking back, Ying Youyuan had already passed out.

All the movements in the Land of Fallen Soul finally subsided.

The cracks are healed, the leylines are stable, the seal is still there, and the key is taken out. At first glance, it seems to be a good result.

However, the losses that have been caused still exist.

Ye Zesheng propped himself up on the ground and slowly walked outside. Looking around, there was not much difference between the surroundings and ruined walls.

The whole world seems to be frozen at the moment of destruction: the cracks on the ground are still there, the rolled up turf is tattered, and the tall trees are cut off...

The once turquoise mountain, now seen from a high altitude, is only dusty.

After all, quelling the turmoil of the earth's veins can only stop the disasters, but it cannot restore them to what they were before everything happened.After this battle, the terrain of the Land of Fallen Spirit has undergone considerable changes, not to mention the vegetation on it.

Ye Zesheng walked forward, caressing a big tree gently - it used to support him with its branches and leaves, and slid across a section of vines - it used to pull him with its body, and looked at the grass leaves on the ground - they also tried hard to use The root system works in its own right.

It turns out that he is also a plant.

No wonder, the first time I came to find the fruit of awakening, that tree was so kind to me.

No wonder none of those spirit beasts harmed him.

No wonder they offered to help him when he needed it.

This forest is not human, but in Ye Zesheng's view, it is no different from his family.

At this moment, he looked at them silently, and a tenderness surged in his heart, wanting to do something for these unknown plants that had helped him and helped others.

They are the fighters this time, and they also take the initiative to help his family time and time again.Every time he receives their help, Ye Zesheng can feel that kind of pure love, as if he is just a cub.

He half-kneeled on the ground again, and activated a new technique he had obtained from inheritance.

Techniques and Healing: Under the guidance of vitality, all injuries will eventually subside.

hum...

It was as if an invisible halo appeared and suddenly enveloped the entire mountain range.

Of course, Ye Zesheng's own spiritual power is not enough, but in the land of the fallen spirit, he holds the spirit orb, and just now he was approved by the earth's veins after replenishing the seal, so he can mobilize the spiritual power buried in the earth's veins.

What Ying Changrong said is correct, if 1/6 can change the world, what kind of power will it be if one has it?

Ye Zesheng didn't have much to use, but releasing it would be enough to revive the mountain.

Milky white spiritual power rises, like smoke and mist, rising layer by layer, filling the mountains and forests.

The soil at the crack seemed to be smoothed, and the broken root system absorbed spiritual power, and new thick brown roots grew.The big tree that fell on the ground struggled to stand up. Although the leaves were scattered all over the ground, the branches gradually sprouted new shoots.Countless small animals that didn't know where to hide before came out again, fluffy, chirping, humming...

The dead world seemed to come back to life, even two stupid rabbits came out to graze, and gnawed on Ye Zesheng's lap, wondering for a long time.

Looking at those two furry heads, Ye Zesheng didn't realize that he finally smiled, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up.

Although it was only a few hours, his nerves were so tense that when he relaxed now, unprecedented fatigue surged up.

The brain seemed to have regained consciousness, and the pain signal that had been cut off by itself emerged again, twitching.

Limbs have long lost strength, standing on the ground is like stepping on cotton, I don't know how deep it is.

He saw the soil rolling, a bag of soil gradually rolled in front of him, suddenly broke open, and a person came out from inside.

It was a man who looked ordinary and very silent, and he was also wearing a black uniform.Ye Zesheng could feel that his strength should not be low, stronger than anyone he had seen so far.When those silent eyes looked over, it was very reassuring.

"I'm Tu Hai, level five. You've done a good job, leave the rest to me."

He heard the man say.

His nerves seemed to be waiting for this moment, and the next second, Ye Zesheng passed out and fell into a deep sleep.

His mission is finally over.

When he woke up again, he was lying on the hospital bed.

There are two people in the double ward on the upper floor. There is a TV on the wall and a bouquet of flowers in a vase next to it. There are still dewdrops on the petals, exuding a fresh and pleasant fragrance. The window on the left wall is open and the curtains are covered. The breeze blows, and the white gauze dances in the air.

The sunlight coming in from outside the window is golden, which makes people feel better at first glance.

Looking outside, you can vaguely see the mountains of the Land of Falling Spirits.

Ye Zesheng grew up and was familiar with every ups and downs of that mountain range. Now, after staring at it for a long time, a hint of surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.

It's not exactly the same, but it's definitely not as collapsed as he imagined.

I don't know how that senior Tu Hai did it. Now the mountain is covered with trees again, and the sunken terrain seems to have simply opened up a few lakes, shining in the sun.

It's different, but it seems to be alive again.

There are also birds hovering above the mountains, and the lake may become their habitat.

The next time he passes by, he can still go and have a look. I don’t know if he will meet a bison...

Ye Zesheng stared at the scenery for a long time, without blinking, anyone could see the joy in it.

"You like it so much?"

A familiar voice came to mind, Ye Zesheng looked over and was even more pleasantly surprised - the person on the next bed turned out to be Xia Yan!

Ye Zesheng lifted the quilt excitedly, and ran towards Xia Yan.

But he forgot how many things he had done in the past two days, his overworked and strained muscles surged with soreness, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, the sudden soreness caught him by surprise and forced him to throw himself on Xia Yan's bed go.

No, no, the teacher must still be injured!

Ye Zesheng pushed hard, didn't let himself fall down, but pressed his arms on both sides of the bed, his face was facing Xia Yan, and his eyes met Xia Yan's at once.

Xia Yan is actually very good-looking.

Every time Ye Zesheng saw him, he was either being bullied by him, or he was deliberately angry with him. When he really stared at him so carefully, he didn't at all.

The bridge of the nose is high, the eyebrows are straight, and the lips are smiling, looking at each other like this, Xia Yan seems to be the only one in Xia Yan's eyes...

"Alright, alright..."

Ye Zesheng hurriedly stood up and muttered, not knowing whether he was talking about the scenery outside or Xia Yan.

"I also said that when you grow up, you are still so frizzy." Xia Yan didn't show a hint of surprise, but raised her eyebrows.

"Where is the frizz!" Ye Zesheng wrinkled his nose, "How long have I been an adult, and you still treat me like a child..."

"Okay, little friend, come and help me." Xia Yan's tone was still teasing, as if he was talking about something ordinary.

But these words made Ye Zesheng stunned.

His eyes fell on Xia Yan again, only to realize that he was lying down, his body seemed to have not moved from the beginning to the end, even though he almost fell on it just now.

Ye Zesheng's eyes were stained with annoyance. He remembered the scene on the mountain. Xia Yan first stopped Ying Changrong and his dead soldiers, and then tried his best to stop the impact of the changing terrain. Before he left, he was covered in blood. , How did you survive behind?

The pace of walking forward suddenly became heavy.

Ye Zesheng shook the hospital bed a little bit, carefully helped Xia Yan up as if he was handling something fragile, and then put the pillows for him to lean on, went to the side to fetch a glass of water, and fed Xia Yan little by little.

Xia Yan lowered her eyelids, regretting what she just said.

"How about your injury...?" Ye Zesheng asked hesitantly as Xia Yan finished drinking the water and put the cup aside.

"It's still the same, I cough from time to time, this time it's just a temporary loss of strength and I can't move." He covered it lightly.

Hearing his words, Ye Zesheng felt a little harsh.

At that time, when he rushed to his side, Xia Yan also said, nothing, just touched his head and asked him to find someone.

At that time, if he stayed on the scene, it would really be a hindrance. He could only endure the pain of his own incompetence and find someone to come.

But now...

Ye Zesheng pulled Xia Yan's arm violently, just like Xia Yan checked him back then, and poured his own spiritual power into it.

His stubborn eyes suddenly shocked Xia Yan's words that he wanted to stop, but when he tried to stop it, it was already too late.

Ye Zesheng often doesn't pay much attention to details when doing things, even when it comes to his own wounds, he often lets them go.But at this moment, he suppressed his spiritual power very carefully and probed very slowly, for fear of causing another burden on Xia Yan's meridians.

He had seen the cauterized meridians—once his own.

However, he had never seen this before, as if his meridians had been squeezed dry.

His spiritual power only advanced a little, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

These meridians were already too fragile to bear his spiritual power at all.He couldn't imagine how uncomfortable Xia Yan must have been when he was investigating, and he couldn't even imagine the pain when he forced himself to be like this.

Xia Yan was ready to be tossed about by him again, but she didn't expect to see Ye Zesheng's expression.

He sighed, regretting that he couldn't reach out and touch the child's head, but he still had a calm smile on his face, and he wasn't too sad about it, "Don't be sad, I've already prepared for it."

This is his mission.