Chapter 128 128. Timid but capable mycelium, Butterfly Gold Mine
Grafting of magic plants and magic plants, Croya has done this more than once, but magic plants and magic beasts...< br>
This is really the first time.
The first thing is to choose the right magic plant.
If you need strong vitality, it is best to have a simple personality and be able to deceive... No, it makes sense.
After thinking for a while, he focused on the bacteria on the soles of his feet.
Ancient pasture fungi.
Since they can survive on the cold and cold seabed for so long until they are awakened by the power of the Mother Earth, their vitality should be extremely tenacious.
In fact, at that moment, he thought of Phalaenopsis.
But think about it carefully...could Cordyceps sinensis also work? Although it is different from the ordinary version of Cordyceps Sinensis.
He bent down, reached out and gently touched the endless ancient grass fungi on the ground, extending his consciousness into them.
This strange ancient pasture fungus is of course conscious, but Croya has never observed it carefully, because the power it releases may affect him.
Of course, that was before level three.
Now that he is a third-level mage, it should not be difficult for him to figure out the consciousness of these fungi.
When he extended his consciousness in, he did feel the consciousness belonging to the ancient grass fungus. The only problem was that this consciousness... was very small.
It stands to reason that the consciousness of the magic plant should be closely related to the strength of the astral body. The astral body of the ancient grass fungus is actually very powerful.
But its consciousness is very small.
Almost too small to be noticed, it cowers in the huge astral body, looking pitifully like an underdeveloped baby.
"Why are you so small?"
Kloya didn't dare to make any big moves, but when his consciousness extended over, the other party shrank in with a swish.
Exuding a trembling consciousness -
"Don't... don't come over."
"Afraid, afraid."
"I'll give it to you, you don't have to." Touch me?”
Accompanied by this awareness, the ancient grass fungus suddenly grew like crazy, directly growing to a height of seven or eight meters... From a small piece of grass, it turned into something like It exists like a pillar.
Standing in front of him, he suddenly opened his mouth.
Cloya: "..."
"Huh?"
Can you grow so tall?
He suddenly realized something. He seemed to have heard of some special magical beasts and magical plants that used spiritual power, the so-called "soul", as food.
Is there such a possibility: the soul and spiritual power of ancient grass fungi are also "food"?
This strange ancient pasture fungus seems to be specially used to breed Warcraft. Maybe this is really possible.
Not only can you breed grass-eating animals, but you can also breed soul-eating monsters.
After having this conjecture, Croya tried to feel it, but inexplicably felt that...
It smells so good.
Obviously it was such a small one, but it had an indescribable allure that made him couldn't help but lick his lips.
As if sensing Croya's consciousness, the poor bacteria suddenly shrank tighter and shivered.
"Don't..."
Consciousness can naturally affect the outside world, so its body also begins to tremble.
To be honest, there is a sharp contrast between such a small mycelial consciousness and such a big mushroom.
Seeing this, Croya suppressed this desire.
“Don’t be afraid.”
He directly conveyed the awareness that he would not eat it, and comforted him for a while.
The power from the tranquil serenade and orange carol can naturally soothe this little fungus, and it soon becomes less fearful.
Through this communication, Croya was able to confirm that it was definitely intelligent enough, so he directly asked it whether it could be combined with the Golden Divine Butterfly.
I thought it would take a lot of trouble, but this guy actually answered immediately:
"Is it powerful?"
"It won't let me be eaten. "Can I leave here?"
Three consecutive questions expressed its eagerness.
The Golden Divine Butterfly is definitely strong. As a fourth-level demonic insect, it cannot be said to be domineering. At least it can be regarded as dominating one party.
Naturally, it will not be eaten by others.
And since it is a demonic insect that can fly, of course it can fly around at will and leave here.
"Yes."
He gave the assurance: "Of course."
The consciousness of the ancient grass fungus seemed to be silent for a brief moment, and the originally huge body It shrinks all of a sudden and finally changes back to its original shape.
It pulled itself out directly from the earth, with small mycelium forming its legs and feet, and it ran to Croya's side.
Although it has no eyes, you can still feel its pitiful feeling, like a puppy begging for food.
“You can still walk?”
He felt that he usually didn’t care too much about mycelium, how could he still walk and run?
What shocked him even more was that the hyphae that were firmly rooted in the ground around him didn't know if they felt something.
Densely began to squirm. They were all pulled out of the ground and surrounded Croya.
You must know that there are more than ten acres of land here now.
So many ancient pasture fungi came like a tide, exposing large areas of gray-brown land. To be honest, it was a bit scary.
“We want it too.”
“Protect!”
“Safety!”
Wave after wave of consciousness came.
This is the first time that Croya feels that the power of the Astral Body Imprinting Technique is a bit annoying, it is really too much.
When these timid bacteria discovered the possibility of protecting themselves, the power they unleashed can only be described as exaggerated.
What's more, their own mental power and consciousness are actually very tough, and they are estimated to be equivalent to level 4 or close to level 5 magic plants.
Even the mental power of the sunflower elves is like a weak child in front of them.
So many, one can imagine how terrifying it would be to gather them together.
Anyway, Croya spent a lot of effort to suppress their consciousness.
Actually, it's not impossible. Anyway, there are still more than a dozen gold-eating worms here, which is enough for more than a dozen.
But it wouldn’t be enough if everyone came.
He could only think of a way to convey his meaning:
"You can do this if you want. As long as you can raise my monsters to be fat and strong, I will promise you. You can take one plant every month!”
“…”
The ancient grass fungi were silent for a while, and then immediately ran towards the chickens, ducks and sheep who were taking a leisurely stroll.
Chickens, ducks and sheep: "???"
Some of them may have been stunned because they did not understand the current situation. They were directly crawled by the ancient pasture fungus, and they came close to their mouths and looked at them. He poked it directly into their mouths.
Of course they can't understand the consciousness of the ancient grass fungi, nor do they understand this situation, but Croya heard it clearly -
"Eat us quickly!"< br>
“Hurry up and eat!”
“Ah ah ah, I’m delicious!”
Of course the food that comes to your mouth is free of charge, chickens, ducks and sheep. They didn't move, just letting these ancient grass fungi drill into their mouths.
They just started chewing it.
Whenever it is about to gnaw at the roots of the mycelium, the ancient pasture fungus will escape, allowing it to take root in the soil and grow again.
The ancient pasture fungi at the back will take over.
This alternation is almost like assembly line feeding.
Through the Celestial Spirit Body Imprinting Technique, Croya was able to discover that their hyphae can grow again as long as there is still a little bit left.
In just such a short period of time, the chickens, ducks and sheep gathered together under the leadership of the leaders of their respective groups, lying down peacefully and enjoying the door-to-door delivery of ancient pasture fungi.
"You guys do know how to enjoy it." Croya shook his head and withdrew his gaze.
That's fine, as long as they don't forcefully stuff it, it doesn't matter. There isn't much to eat anyway, but there is less effort to find food.
If this continues, they should grow quite quickly.
"Try to connect it now."
Cloya reached out and touched the Golden Divine Butterfly, looked at the latter's body, and thought about where to use it. The magic of splicing broken limbs together.
"How about it is on your legs, and when you land, you can draw life force through the ancient grass fungus."
The Golden Divine Butterfly understood what Croya meant, the golden halo on its wings jumped, and a butterfly saluted respectfully towards Croya.
“Just endure the pain.”
He first stamped the broken limbs of its leg joints and the ancient grass fungus he had found, and then broke them off with force. .
There was a crisp sound.
The poor butterfly suddenly trembled hard.
The aura on its body suddenly became weaker, even a little sluggish, and golden liquid flowed from its broken leg.
"Golden blood."
Kloya's heart moved, and he took a bottle to catch the few milliliters of liquid at most.
Immediately, press the ancient grass fungus to the location of its broken leg.
The hyphae immediately took the initiative to wrap around its wound. In the field of vision of the Astral Body Imprinting Technique: the golden Astral Body and ancient grass representing the Golden Divine Butterfly can be clearly seen. The green astral bodies of the bacteria are merging.
After a while, the mycelium completely poured into it, forming a shape similar to the legs of a butterfly, which was a bit incompatible with the golden color of the Golden Divine Butterfly.
[Successful engraving, Golden Divine Butterfly Legs, Ancient Herb Fungus (splicing of severed limbs.]
[The Golden Divine Butterfly can absorb enough vitality from the Ancient Herb Fungus to maintain its own movement, At the same time, it will also have the ability of the ancient grass fungus.]
[The seal at this moment is applicable to the combination of all gold-devouring worms, the golden butterfly and the ancient grass fungus]
After the prompt is sent. , the Golden Divine Butterfly fell to the ground by itself, and the ancient grass fungus on its two legs extended mycelium and penetrated into the ground.
It looked like there was an emerald green base under the butterfly, which was true. Nothing weird happened.
It seemed to be in very good condition, flapping its wings excitedly, with golden particles and phosphorus powder flying from its wings to the surroundings. Floating away.
In just a blink of an eye, the surroundings turned into a golden and dazzling place.
Obviously, the soil on the ground had turned into gold.
(End of this chapter)