The rune bones are rune bones nurtured by wild beasts, while the spirit pattern treasure bones are extraordinary bones that are naturally nurtured by monsters or acquired. Their grade is one level higher than the rune bones.

This bone is pregnant with the spiritual patterns of heaven and earth, and carries the spiritual treasure passed down by blood.

Generally speaking, ferocious birds and beasts that have been cultivated with talisman bones or precious bones often have a level of strength that surpasses that of their kind, and are often the best among beasts.

Gongliang had tried the spirit-patterned treasure bones, and he picked up another one and tried it, and found that it was full of spiritual energy.

Some of the treasure bones still have some blood streaks on them, which means that these treasure bones should be obtained recently, rather than inherited from a long time ago. Whether they are real rune bones or spirit pattern treasure bones, as long as they have been left for too long, the contents contained in them will be lost.

The spiritual energy will slowly lose. If you want to use it, you need to take good care of it for a period of time. However, the spiritual pattern treasure bones on the stall are full of spiritual energy and can be used at any time. They do not require maintenance at all.

Gongliang checked it and was very satisfied with the spirit-patterned bones on the stall, so he asked: "How do you count these bones?"

The stall owner is a giant man from the demon race who has perfected his incarnation. He glanced at Old Turtle and said, "For Old Man Turtle's sake, one stone will count to you for a hundred middle-grade spiritual stones."

Gongliang quickly put down the spirit-patterned treasure bone in his hand. Now he couldn't afford even one spirit-patterned treasure bone for the spirit stone on his body, so he had to give up.

Turtle Lao took him and continued walking forward.

As Gongliang walked, he looked at the corpses of monsters, elixirs, ores and other things placed in the stalls next to him. Although this was an alley where monsters traded, the monsters seemed to have no taboo against killing their own kind, and they were particularly ruthless in their attacks.

On the stalls, you can see animal skins, bones, feathers, claws and other ferocious birds and beasts everywhere.

After walking for a while, Gongliang was suddenly attracted by a dark thing in front of a furbolg stall in front of him, so he walked over.

When I got closer, I saw that the thing looked a bit like carbonized rice.

But it's too big. Just one grain is two meters long.

No matter how much he used his imagination, he couldn't imagine what it would look like to produce rice that was two meters long. After looking carefully, he found that carbonized rice was actually not carbonized, but silicified.

Carbonization, also known as carbonization, charring, and coking, refers to the reaction process of heating and decomposing solid or organic matter in isolation from air, or a method of heating solid matter to produce liquid or gas (usually turned into solid) products. Silicification

, is the effect of rocks containing altered minerals such as quartz, chalcedony, opal, and jasper under the action of hydrothermal fluids.

Generally speaking, rice like this can only be carbonized and become like coke.

What Gong Liang didn't expect was that the rice in front of him was as siliconized as jade, with a texture that was crystal clear and bright. It was like jet black, as black as ink, firm and moist, with fine texture, smooth and elegant.

Seeing that Dad was staring at the dark thing in front of him, Migu flapped his wings curiously and flew over, watching with wide eyes.

The four-armed Nezha, who had already regarded it as a good friend, jumped up and looked at it curiously.

Yuan Gungun also walked up to observe.

After observing for a while, not sure if it was an illusion, Gongliang discovered that the oversized rice seeds that looked like black jade still had a slight trace of life. Unconsciously, he felt strange and quietly asked Yuan Gungun: "Is this thing a treasure?"

"Not baby."

The big appraiser Gungun, who had been watching for a while, shook the giant panda's head and gave the answer with certainty.

The little Rice Valley guy flapped his wings and flew around the huge black rice paddy, then lay down on it and looked at it carefully.

If daddy didn't allow it, she would take out the pumpkin hammer and hammer it to see if it was hard.

Even so, she made an incredible discovery, so she flew to Daddy's side, leaned into her ear and said solemnly: "Daddy, this is a baby, a very, very good baby."

Gongliang rolled his eyes, when did this little thing learn to identify treasures?

It's just strange, I don't know if I have talent in this area or just luck, but I actually got fooled by her a few times.

But the huge rice in front of him, not to mention this little thing, Gongliang himself also felt that it might be a good thing, especially when he sensed a trace of vitality contained in it. If he could save this thing and let it grow, he didn't know what would happen.

What an outrageous thing.

For a moment, Gongliang was a little excited.

So, he asked the stall owner: "How to sell this thing?"

"If you don't want to sell it, exchange it for something," the stall owner said.

This is a furbolg that has not yet transformed, but for some reason it can speak.

"What to change?" Gongliang asked.

"weapon."

There was nothing else. Gongliang didn’t want too many weapons. He took out spears, long knives, long hammers and thick-backed machetes from space for the furbolgs to choose from. These weapons were made of metal ingots and blood copper from space. They were extremely hard and sharp.

Abnormal and rare to see. The furbolg took a fancy to it immediately, picked through it, and took a spear and a machete.

As if feeling that he had taken too much, the furbolg took out another piece of flat green grass with split leaves from the storage bag and gave it to Gongliang, then stood up and left.

Gongliang put away the oversized rice and asked the twins Shuangzhi to see if they could save the oversized rice and grow something.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Ji's voice came to his mind immediately, saying: "Sir, this thing cannot be planted, otherwise this new world will be destroyed and the spiritual energy inside will be gone."

"Why?" Gong Liang asked curiously.

"Young master, you don't know something."

Zhu Ji explained: "This extraordinary species is the wood that the ancestors of the human race ate in ancient times. In ancient times, spiritual energy was abundant, and there was no need for any practice. Just breathing and eating could achieve extraordinary things. The same is true in ancient times.

, all species are huge, and so are the things they eat.

Wooden grass is one of the foods eaten by the ancestors of the ancient human race. It is five fathoms long and five circumferences wide. It will not grow unless it is a place with superior spiritual energy, and it will not grow unless it is a place with abundant spiritual energy.

Once planted, it will absorb the spiritual energy of the spiritual land and nearby heaven and earth as nutrients.

It can only be planted one season a year. After one season, the grade of the superior spiritual land will decline, and it will be difficult to recover in ten years. According to the current spiritual energy in the space, once the wood is planted, it will be sucked out.

If something is lost, it will die due to loss of spiritual energy, which is a bit more gain than loss."

When Gongliang heard Zhu Ji's words, he didn't expect such a thing to happen. He couldn't help but take a breath and quickly asked the twins Shuangzhi to put away the rice, so as not to destroy the space they had worked so hard to create.

After giving the instructions, he picked up the green grass given by the furbolg and observed it.

He discovered that the green grass was actually a kind of yarrow used for divination.

Dream-bearing grass is like cattail, red in color. It shrinks into the ground during the day and comes out at night. If you hold its leaves in your body, you can know the good or bad dreams. It is said that Emperor Taizong of the Great Xia missed the beauty of his wife, so the ministers and guards presented a branch to the emperor.

When I was pregnant, I dreamed of my wife in the night.

This is a good thing. Gongliang found that the Huaimeng grass was not completely dry, so he quickly sent it into the space and asked the twin Shuangzhi to rescue it to see if it could be revived. If it could, there would be one more variety that could be traded in the space in the future.

Maybe there is an additional divination skill.

After Gongliang finished handling the matter, Mr. Gui continued to lead him forward.

Although there were many things on the stall, there were very few that really caught his eye. The most important thing was that he was short of money and couldn't afford to buy good things. So after walking around, Gongliang didn't want to

Look again and plan to leave.

Turtle Lao didn't say anything, but he still wanted to stay here and take a walk.

Ji Yuyong had made a lot of money from his business recently, and he planned to go shopping for some good stuff with him, but he didn't leave.
Chapter completed!