Chapter 750 Thousand Years of Mana

Since Yang Fan "changed the medical practice", he has encountered various strange diseases. Every time he is basically a wonderful way to rejuvenate. Even if he has half a breath left, he can still bring it back. It can be said that he saves countless people.

He not only saved people, but also had many experience in healing and rescuing lives such as monsters, spirit flowers and plants.

But this time, the treatment targets Yang Fan faced will no longer be a certain body, a person, a monster, or a spiritual fruit, or hundreds or thousands of lives, but a dead place!!

How to restore it to life in a dead land?

As for the curse mentioned by the Ghost Emperor, Yang Fan did not put it first at all.

In Yang Fan's understanding, to eradicate this so-called curse, the land of death must be turned into a land of life.

Because the thick and endless dead energy is the source of the power of the curse. Without its support, the curse will naturally dissipate, which can be said to be a drainage of firewood from the bottom of the pot.

Yang Fan was immersed in calculation and thought, and his senses penetrated into the swamp of death beside him.

The land here is lifeless and lifeless, completely different from ordinary land.

Even if it is abandoned land or even deserts, although it seems to be lifeless, it is still a normal land due to the thin vitality caused by external conditions.

As the senses penetrated into the mud, Yang Fan's mind suddenly seemed to be corroded and he shivered.

"Every inch of land here is not only restrained by death, but also permeated by cursed power."

Yang Fan felt awe-inspiring and felt the difficulty of this matter.

When he was in the inland sea, the Oriental Pharmacist also proposed a plan to determine whether Yang Fan, who controlled the power of the earth, would have the opportunity to heal the trauma of the ridges of the earth's veins.

In theory, Yang Fan believes that it is feasible, but his cultivation is not enough and he is unable to follow his heart.

Compared to the ridge of the earth veins that can destroy the entire inland sea, this cursed swamp and even the entire plague ghost forest are nothing.

At the beginning, Yang Fan used the technique of holy healing to penetrate into the mud, and a piece of blue smoke rose up and large pieces of melting appeared.

"Human boy, don't play tricks for me. This is the source of the 'cursed swamp'. The internal organs in my emperor's torso are transformed by your magical powers. It's still a thousand miles away to get out of here with your magical power."

The voice of the Ghost Emperor rang out in this dark and empty area.

Yang Fan ignored the Ghost King, but the black ink liquid flowing in this mud was disgusting and contained a more astonishing death aura. Yang Fan did not dare to use his body to resist.

"It seems that it is obviously impossible to treat it simply by using holy healing methods. People, monsters, plants, all have commonalities, but the land is different..."

Yang Fan frowned and fell into deep thought.

At some point, his eyes lit up, and the extended "soul root" planted by the green of life suddenly jumped.

Since we want to heal the dead, how can we leave and control the soul roots of the earth?

Soon, Yang Fan's soul root merged into this dead land, endured and resisted the power of the curse.

Yang Fan discovered that after the soul root merged into the earth, he resisted various filthy poisonous plagues and even death energy.

As time passes slowly, the large area controlled by the soul root has almost no change, and Yang Fan is constantly calculating.

Finally, at some time, Yang Fan narrowed the control range of soul roots to a radius of one meter.

At this time, he vaguely sensed that in addition to resisting the filthy poisonous plague death energy and other objects in the dead land, the soul seems to be able to improve the land structure and purify the filthy death energy and other objects in it.

"But it's too slow to rely on this passive ability..."

Yang Fan began to think again.

I don’t know how many days he took, and his calculations took another step forward.

I saw that the soul root divided into countless yellow Yingying's illusory roots, thousands of them, like spider webs, covering every inch of land nearby.

At this moment, Yang Fan's soul root sensory range did not increase much, but his clarity increased by a hundred times.

The countless empty roots of Huang Yingying are spread throughout every inch of land, and the ability to purify and improve the land is enhanced by a hundred times.

Soon, the structure of the dead land where Yang Fan sat cross-legged changed, and the filthy dead energy in it disappeared at a visible speed.

Even more wonderful, Yang Fan felt that after these filthy death auras disappeared, a thick and life-filled stream flowed from the countless roots where the soul roots were divided.

“There seems to be signs of growth in mana…”

Yang Fan's eyes showed joy.

However, he was not satisfied with the speed of the soul root healing to the dead at this moment.

So, during the treatment process, Yang Fan began to study again and tried to deduce a special set of tricks.

Half a month later, the dead land within ten feet of Yang Fan's feet was transformed into normal land, which was equivalent to ordinary barren land without a trace of death.

For such a land, you can barely plant some plants.

Yang Fan took out a batch of seeds from Xianhong Space and planted them by his side.

Then, he redirected the green current among the green species of life to further transform the barren land.

Ten days later, weeds, flower plants, seedlings and other things appeared in this barren land.

"The power of the green seed of life seems to strengthen the improvement of land."

Yang Fan made a new discovery again. He poured wisps of green streams into his soul roots and then differentiated into the roots.

In an instant, the empirical roots that existed in the form of spiritual bodies flashed with yellow and green light, and their ability to purify and improve the land was once again enhanced by a hundred times.

Suddenly, Yang Fan found that his cultivation level had also grown much faster.

"It's great. Just give me some time to turn the entire 'cursed swamp' into a place of vitality,"

Yang Fan was happy. The set of tricks to purify the land was constantly studied and improved in actual use, and the efficiency was getting higher and higher.

In his use of the soul root, the differentiated roots become longer and thinner, and the distribution range becomes wider.

At a certain stage, the soul roots must be distributed within a radius of ten miles, and begin to purify and improve the dead land, and allow it to gradually gain vitality.

Such a big change can be hidden from being the "Ghost King" who is absolutely controlled by this place.

"Human boy, what are you doing? I want you to lift the curse instead of letting you quit the death."

The roaring sound of the Ghost King was filled with horror.

"Do you, the Ghost Emperor, understand that the origin of the power of curses is this dead land. I can only remove the firewood from the bottom of the pot..."

Yang Fan said lazily.

"Damn it, this swamp is transformed from my torso, and where you are, it is transformed from my internal organs..."

"So, may you ask, are you willing to want a torso, or stay in this place forever?"

Yang Fan said slightly sarcastically.

"This...this..." The Ghost King had nothing to say.

"Please wait and see if you want Yang to turn this place into a place of vitality. This is the only way to relieve the curse."

Yang Fan said slowly.

"You kid, it's better not to play tricks. I want to kill you, it's easier than killing an ant."

The Ghost Emperor's voice came to an abrupt end.

Yang Fan snorted coldly in his heart, and naturally he didn't care about the Ghost King's words. Now he will have more than 60% chance of escaping with the help of [Huanglong Crown] and other trump cards.

You should know that [Huanglong Crown] is the most defensive treasure, containing the king's dragon energy and the fortune of the two dragons, and is the nemesis of this dead land.

"Hmph, when I guide and purify this dead land, my cultivation will inevitably increase greatly. It depends on what you can do to me."

Yang Fan was also making plans in his mind, even if he was dependent on the "epidemic ghost forest".

Even if the Ghost King drove him out of the "cursed swamp", he could still start from other dead places in the epidemic ghost forest, turn all areas into places of vitality, and then surround the cursed swamp from all directions, but then catch turtles in the jar.

Time passes by, time is lost rapidly.

In a blink of an eye, several years passed. Looking from the place where Yang Fan stood cross-legged, his vision was full of green vitality and the earth was full of vitality.

Especially beside him, there were birds singing and flowers singing, full of greenery, and there were even a few big trees growing, with occasionally a few fruits falling.

During this period, the Ghost Emperor silently followed him without disturbing him.

As for Yang Fan, his cultivation naturally improved by leaps and bounds a thousand miles a day.

The most obvious change is that the soul root is several times stronger and becomes yellow and crystal clear. Yang Fan's ability to control the earth has been enhanced by ten or a hundred times more than before.

The green species of life is more vigorous and powerful, which has increased its vitality several times.

In my mind, two buds are radiant, with mysterious brilliance, and two blue and red rays, with a few glossy colors.

Whether it is cultivation or realm, Yang Fan has greatly improved.

This improvement is a major leap overall, from physical body, soul realm, to life green seeds, soul roots, and buds...

It can be said that Yang Fan's strength has more than doubled. If he can further develop the potential of this power and truly use it, and on this basis, it will not be difficult to double the power of the power.

"Three years of cultivation...thousand years of magic power..."

Yang Fan sighed in his heart, feeling quite touched by this opportunity to penetrate the Ghost Forest of Epidemic.

Opportunities are often proportional to risks.

If he refuses to take risks this time, how can he exchange it for thousands of years of mana?
To be continued...