Muchen traveled through the wilderness and became a weed at the beginning of the world.
After learning that this was a terrifying world where great powers were everywhere and golden immortals were inferior to dogs, Mu Chen decided on the spot: destroy it on the spot! Never change shape! Never go out!
Fortunately, it is bound to the [Jidao Lying System], so as long as you maintain "photosynthesis", you can become stronger.
In order to prevent being trampled to death by the passing powerful, he was forced to carry out the minimum self-rescue: piercing the roots into chaos, putting on ten thousand layers of concealment formations, and kowtowing crazily and throwing leaves to beg for mercy when encountering trouble.
However... Honghuang's painting style suddenly felt wrong.
Demon Ancestor Luohu looked at the blade of grass that broke through time and space and cut off the eternity, and his heart collapsed: "Such supreme sword intent is only to warn me not to come close?!"
Dao Ancestor Hongjun held the mud that Mu Chen threw out in fear, trembling all over: "This is the breath soil that contains the supreme path of creation! Thank you, senior, for the gift!"
Nuwa, Tongtian, Houtu... Countless great masters from the ancient times went crazy with their imaginations, and even knelt down outside Muchen's lawn and begged for thousands of years, just asking for some advice from their seniors!
Looking at the group of saints kowtowing in darkness outside the dojo, Mu Chen shivered in the formation:
"Don't come here! I'm really just a useless weed that can't even transform!!"
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