On this day, all the Fang family members almost saw the medicine pavilion of the Dandao line, and a blue dragon flew out. This dragon soared into the sky and surrounded Dongsheng Star for a long time before dispersing.
As it dissipated, a little bit of green crystal light scattered on the entire Dongsheng Star and fell on the ground, making the entire star seem to be full of vitality, like nourishment.
This scene shocked all Dong Shengxing's monks.
The dialect ruins were in Yaoxianzong, he saw this scene with his own eyes, his expression was intensely moved, he looked at the direction of the Dan Dao, and murmured for a long time.
"The legend of the eighth floor is true... If any alchemist can unlock the green dragon on the eighth floor for the first time, the dragon will rush out of the medicine pavilion and nourish the earth.
This Meng Hao, his alchemy attainments have reached such an extent..."
Fang Shoudao breathed quickly and opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at the crystal light that nourishes the stars after the blue dragon dissipated. When he raised his right hand, a crystal light fell on the palm of his hand.
At the same time, in the midair of the ancestral house, the Taoist bell reappeared, ringing the bell, echoing in the minds of every Fang family member, staying for a long time.
The sound of discussion, the sound of uproar, and the boiling cry, appeared in every part of the family. After experiencing the rebellion, the Fang family now needs such a cheer to gather the stronger power of the family.
In the medicine pavilion, on the eighth floor, Meng Hao saw the blue dragon with his own eyes. After being untied by all the vegetation, the flying figure, as the blue dragon flew out, the eighth floor, the light shining, countless The vegetation changes appeared in the light curtain that flashed by one after another.
Meng Hao didn't go to the next floor immediately, but sat down cross-legged. When closing his eyes, he silently remembered the million herbs he had seen before.
After a long time, when he opened his eyes, there was a strong light in his eyes, looking not far away, after the perfect clearance of the eighth level, a door appeared... a door!
No longer a ladder, but a door, a door leading to the ninth floor!
That is the last layer!
"The Fang family's medicine pavilion can be said to be the world's best fortune, and it has changed the vegetation to the extreme, especially the eighth floor, which has reached a peak."
"So, what will be the test in this ninth floor?" Meng Hao looked at the door, his heart was very curious, after a long while, he stood up and walked towards the door.
Approaching step by step, when he was standing in front of the door, Meng Hao's eyes flashed and he pushed aside. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and stepped on the last floor of the medicine pavilion.
The moment Meng Hao stepped in, he stopped abruptly, and he was stunned, looking at the world in front of him.
This is a world.
The sky is blue, and there is a golden sun emitting a dazzling light in the sky. In the sky, there are sometimes flying birds flying by, and any one of those flying birds is extremely huge.
In the distance, the ground shook, and a giant roared, running by.
Everything, as if in ancient times, a small grass attracted Meng Hao’s attention. It was born next to a stone, and it looked plain and unremarkable, but when you look carefully, it seems... a long time ago, it was covered by the stone. It was pressed, but its tenacity made it finally push away from the stone and grow from the side.
Meng Hao was a bit at a loss, but it was just a few breaths. The picture flashed, and when it reappeared, it was still where it was before, but the mountain broke and the grass shattered.
But there was a broken part that flew up in the collapse of this world, and rolled into the distance with countless rubble in mid-air, and finally fell into a puddle on the ground and sank in.
Time passed. I don't know how many years later, from that puddle, a different grass grew out of it, which seemed to be tougher and more persistent.
Meng Hao frowned. He didn't know what he saw or what it had to do with the tenth floor. In silence, he continued to look. He saw the changes of the years, the sun rising and setting again and again. The grass withered, and then appeared again, repeating, until one day, the collision of the earth made the place where the grass was located became the seabed.
The soil became silt and buried it deeply.
It was another time. When the grass in the silt grew again, its appearance changed, as if it had become seaweed, spreading like hair, growing longer and longer.
Then, the sea dries up, the seagrass wither, and gradually disappears. After a long time, big trees grew there and became a jungle, where there was a big tree, just like the grass of the year.
As the years passed, Meng Hao looked at the big tree. It gradually shrank, and the surrounding trees withered, but it became stronger and stronger, which attracted the sky.
In the thunder that day, it withered, and at the moment of death, a new sprout became the only green in this world, growing on the dead wood.
Meng Hao was stunned. He looked at the new sprout, a breath that shocked Meng Hao, faintly breeding on the new sprout, for a long time, a hand pulled the new sprout down from the depths of nothingness.
"Sure enough, it became a holy medicine." With the vicissitudes of life echoing, the picture in front of Meng Hao's eyes was shattered.
When everything disappeared, Meng Hao was short of breath, and he saw where he was. It was a pharmacy with only one herb in the medicine field.
It was a new shoot, and a Meng Hao saw the new shoot of his life in that illusory picture.
Meng Hao was stunned. He looked at the new sprout, his expression gradually showing thoughts.
"Understood?" On the ninth floor, the voice of the vicissitudes of life that had appeared on the previous eight floors echoed.
"What is the highest level of vegetation, no one can answer, everyone has their own answer!"
"A small grass from ancient times, after a series of good fortune, who said it can't become a earth-shattering holy medicine!"
"Everything is vulgar, but everything is not vulgar!"
"The monk is practicing, and wants to jump out of the limit, like a fish leaping over the dragon gate... The same is true of plants and trees. They make alchemy and swallow them as pill to strengthen themselves. At the same time, they should feel the will of the plants themselves.
It seems that the pill of vegetation is dead, but who can tell if this is another kind of growth of vegetation. "
When the voice of the vicissitudes of life echoed, Meng Hao sat down cross-legged in silence and looked at the new sprout. He suddenly thought of a scene where a generation of ancestors became stars.
He is incarnate as a star, and on this star, countless plants and trees have grown...
"This is..." Meng Hao murmured. He faintly felt that he had grasped something, but he couldn't say it clearly, like countless lines in his mind, it was difficult to catch the clue.
"Reincarnation?" Meng Hao looked up.
At the moment his words came out, the world he was in collapsed suddenly. With the collapse, countless fragments reunited together, and an illusory picture reappeared.
The picture is the scene that Meng Hao stepped into this ninth level before, and the scene he saw for the first time was the scene of the grass growing from under the stone in the ancient world.
It's just that there is an extra hand in the picture.
"Under the boulder, I still want to grow, then I will give you a chance." There was a voice in the screen, and that hand, lightly, clicked on the grass.
The grass shook and recovered as usual, and the hand disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
The picture disappeared completely, the ninth layer became nothingness, and the voice of vicissitudes of life came slowly.
"It's not just reincarnation, but creation, the pinnacle of vegetation, in my opinion, is creation." As the words spread, a door to leave this place appeared beside Meng Hao.
Meng Hao was silent, that little herb was ordinary, because that finger, if it changed fate, was finally struck by lightning and became the holy medicine.
This is indeed a creation.
After a long time, Meng Hao slowly stood up and bowed deeply to the nothingness behind him with his fists.
Suddenly, the voice of vicissitudes appeared again.
"If you choose, do you want to be that grass, or do you want to be the hand?"
Meng Hao paused, looked back at Nothingness, and spoke calmly.
"Neither the grass nor the hand can represent them. They are all dominated. I want to be... the one who dominates that hand to change the grass!" Meng Hao finished speaking, turning around and was about to step into the door. .
There was a laughter of vicissitudes of nothingness, and that laughter was filled with joy and appreciation.
"The Fang family... unexpectedly came out of such a tribe, interesting and interesting." As the laughter echoed, a middle-aged man walked out of the void, he looked at Meng Hao.
"For many years, few people have been able to step into this place, even if it comes, the choice is different from yours."
"As a reward for this ninth level, I can answer you a question."
Meng Hao's eyes flashed.
"Above creation, is there a higher pinnacle of vegetation attainments?" Meng Hao asked.
"This question is not easy to answer. First of all, you have to know what Tao is!" The middle-aged man looked at Meng Hao and spoke slowly.
"Tao?" Meng Hao was startled.
"Why are you born? Why are you dead?" The vicissitudes of life echoed slowly.
"Why is there reincarnation, such as a circle, the connection between the head and the tail, and what does it mean? Is it just reincarnation?"
"Why are there monks, why are there realms?"
"Why is there Dao Fa, and why is there magical power?"
"How did the light appear, how did the night come?"
"What's the difference between gold, wood, water, fire and earth?"
"It's the same fire, why is it hot but different?"
"What is hot and what is cold? Can you imagine the meaning of being scalded to death by a drop of water for a life that can only exist in ice?"
The voices of the vicissitudes of life are getting faster and faster, and Meng Hao's heart is shaking. This question after question appears in his mind. He feels that he can answer each one directly, but when he really answers, he finds that he is speechless. .
"What, is Tao?" In the end, this vicissitudes of life said the last sentence, which roared in Meng Hao's mind.
"The origin is the Tao, the root of everything against the heavens!" The middle-aged man showed his brilliance, his whole person was solemn and majestic.
"Everything unknown is the origin. Only by tracing the origin can you understand the world, understand everything, and control the sky. When you understand all the changes in the sky and the earth, how difficult is it to go against the sky and seal the earth!" The middle-aged man has a right hand With a wave, immediately Meng Hao disappeared into this emptiness in the shock of his mind and his body involuntarily stepped on the door.
Until Meng Hao disappeared, the middle-aged man shook his head and smiled. After taking a step, nothingness immediately became the pharmacy, and he sat cross-legged in the pharmacy, and gradually turned into a new sprout!
Exactly... That little grass finally turned into a new sprout!