Depending on the amount of spiritual power consumed, the speed of outputting wood spiritual power will be slightly slowed down or accelerated.
In this way, as long as the wood spiritual power is pure enough and the cultivation is deep enough, it is not impossible to revive the entire hundred miles of land.
Most people in the Holy Maiden Palace agreed with the strategy of Jun Mulan and the other two.
But there was only one person who frowned slightly and looked at the only other person who did not do so.
"Hey, what is Yuexi doing? She actually walked to the center of the wasteland?"
"Is she stupid? Does she think that with her divine servant-level cultivation and spiritual power, she can revive an entire 100-li area in one go?"
“Haha, if she says that, she will definitely be attacked by the desolate death force on Tianhuang Island. She might not even know how she died then!”
"Who told her to be so overestimating her own abilities? She deserves to be in this situation!"
The great elder Shangguan Qingyun looked at the beautiful girl's actions and couldn't help but clench his fists.
In fact, all the people present were wrong.
This selection trial is not a competition of cultivation and the purity of wood spiritual power.
This is a blessing and soul-building ceremony.
By slowly advancing from the edge of the wasteland, perhaps the land can be temporarily revived.
But that is not praying for the creation of souls at all, and it cannot save the divine realm and the three thousand planes of the world.
What should the real blessing and creation of spirits be like
Is this girl named Yuexi really overestimating her own abilities, or... or is she the real saint? !
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On Tianhuang Island, Xi Yue walked slowly on the yellow sandy land as if she was strolling in a garden.
Smelling the dry and dead air coming from the earth below, I couldn't help but feel an inexplicable emotion rising in my heart.
She seemed to hear the wailing and crying of the earth, painful and desperate, with the final plea.
But when you feel carefully, there is nothing.
Xi Yue secretly laughed at herself for being stupid. How could the earth wail and cry? Moreover, this was a land that was dead and could not die any more.
Xi Yue seemed to be walking very slowly, but each step she took meant she was moving several miles forward.
So after just a few breaths, she stood in the center of the wasteland.
Xi Yue raised her head and looked at the gray sky, feeling a little worried.
To revive this dead land is very easy for her who possesses the origin of wood.
But the problem is, she can't use the essence of wood blatantly!
Although in the Siamese mainland, it has long been an open secret that she possesses the origin of wood.
But few people in the divine realm know about it.
Huangfu Yi and his few companions, the only ones who knew the secret, would not tell it for the time being for their own benefit.
And the origin of wood is the greatest proof of the saint.
Although theoretically speaking, Xiyue has to run for the title of Saint in order to get the egg back.
But she didn't really want to be a saint, so she couldn't let them admit that she was a saint, otherwise it would be difficult to escape.
What's more, if I use the Origin of Wood and cause a commotion, and Ji Mingyu and Yun Tianyi find out that I am here to participate in the selection of the Saint, I will definitely die a miserable death.
Xi Yue thought about it for a long time in annoyance, and looking at the dark clouds in the sky, suddenly her eyes lit up.
"Oh, I can do this!"
A smile appeared on Xi Yue's face and she slowly raised her hand.
The pure wood spiritual power and water spiritual power intertwined together and floated into the clouds.
The water spirit energy condensed into clouds, and then transformed into mist, slowly enveloping Xi Yue completely. (To be continued)