Yin Dong had no time to answer Ling Fan and was summoning the mysterious shell in his heart: "Master Shell, let me see if this longevity pine is about to transform into a spirit? What should we do next to make it integrate into the base formation?"

In a certain mysterious space, a low sigh sounded: "What a piece of bad luck, this kid actually found Lao Song who was on the verge of turning into a spirit, and he happened to have enough star liquid!"

Yin Dong couldn't hear the sigh in the mysterious space, and thought that the mysterious shell was silent and would not get an answer. A wave of thought came to his mind - imprinting the soul of the tree spirit, so that after the tree spirit transforms,

Take it away from the main body and integrate it into the basic formation.

This method is very simple. Yin Dong easily imprinted the soul mark on the manifested tree spirit shadow. At the same time, he also had a whim and wrapped the tree spirit shadow with dragon essence. He unexpectedly discovered the speed of the tree spirit transformation.

Improved a lot.

Yin Dong increased the output of Long Yuan and poured it into the shadow of the tree spirit continuously, until the illusory image gradually solidified, until the shadow solidified into a miniature version of a longevity pine, as green as jade, with misty brilliance flowing.

.

"Is this the transformed tree spirit?" Ling Fan exclaimed, startling several birds among the treetops above, flapping their wings and flying up, and a drop of hot bird droppings fell.

It fell hard on his head.

Yin Dong looked at his embarrassed look and laughed. Because he successfully transformed the tree spirit, he couldn't help but joke: "Brother Ling, you are so lucky. It's a pity that there are no lottery tickets now. Otherwise,

, if you are lucky enough to buy a lottery ticket, you will definitely win the jackpot."

"I've given you this good luck." Ling Fan stopped caring about wiping bird poop and asked in an urgent tone: "Did you succeed? Dongzi, tell me quickly!"

"Don't be impatient." Yin Dong spat out four words, and Ling Fan almost kicked him into a pool of blood.

Yin Dong really wasn't trying to make the tree spirit appetizing, but after the tree spirit transformed, there was still one step left to lead the spirit into the battle. He had already imprinted the soul on the tree spirit according to the instructions of the mysterious shell, and now he only needed to guide the tree spirit.

Entering the Baishan base formation, once you reach this point, it is basically a matter of course.

Next, Yin Dong sat cross-legged on the longevity pine and carved a formation in the void on the tree.

This was also his sudden thought. He felt that after the formation pattern was carved on the tree body, it formed a small Four-nine Return to Origin Formation. The roots were rooted in the body tempering blood pool, absorbing the spiritual spring eye connected to the blood pool, and there was a steady stream of spiritual energy absorption.

, which can ensure the operation of the formation, protect the body of the longevity pine, and help it absorb spiritual energy.

The branches and leaves of the longevity pine trembled and rustled in the windless way. In Yin Dong's mind, an excited old voice sounded: "Thank you, master. The old pine will definitely protect the Baishan base for the master."

"very good!"

Yin Dong could feel the joy coming from the longevity pine. He felt that this old pine was quite grateful for its kindness. He gave it a thumbs up and then explained: "Now your task is to seal off the entire base formation. For the rest, you can just listen to Brother Ling."

Order. In addition, if you have any ideas, or what abilities you have, you can also take the initiative to tell Brother Ling."

Thinking that both of them had little experience in cultivating formation spirits and were crossing the river by feeling the stones, Yin Dong reminded Ling Fan again: "Brother Ling, you can do it like before.

Just like training a little fish before, let Song Ling watch the video. The video of the battle just now in Baishan Town, let Song Ling watch it first, so that it can become familiar with the way of cooperative combat."

Ling Fan asked curiously: "Song Ling, have you integrated into the base formation now? Can you control the entire base formation at the same time..."

Suddenly, Ling Fan, the top commander of Baishan Base, turned into a curious baby, asking questions one after another as if asking a hundred thousand whys. Yin Dong was tired of listening, and quietly left, leaving the formation spirit

to deal with him.

Yin Dong left the mountain behind the village and returned to his small courtyard. When he saw that the old Taoist priest was indeed back and did not go to the base hospital, his face suddenly elongated.

The old Taoist priest was sitting on a lounge chair under the eaves, holding a wine gourd, which contained snake juice. Ling Fan arranged for the snake control warriors to pick it from the snake cave. In addition, the warriors also brought

A lot of fruits and vegetables were placed on the small table in the courtyard.

Although Yin Dong did not treat those uninvited guests, Ling Fan, as the top commander of the base, had to consider the overall situation and hoped to have a good relationship with these powerful people.

Even if Ling Fan, like Yin Dong, has no sense of belonging to the so-called master sect, no matter what, there are old Taoist priests and Jiang Tianyou here, but their lineage is naturally involved with the Baishan base, and will be affected by the main lineage and other lines.

grouped into one.

Ling Fan doesn't think this is a bad thing at all. He can use this relationship to make a fuss and draw all the powerful people from the old Taoist lineage to the Baishan base. Coupled with the base's energy weapons, the increase in strength is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

of!

Therefore, Ling Fan not only arranged for people to bring food and drinks, but also sent a reception team to show those old men around the base. Of course, they would not be taken to the Gray Island Secret Realm.

At this moment, the group of old men had gone to the base headquarters and were visiting the weapons showroom.

The old Taoist priest was not interested in visiting, so he returned to Yin Dong's courtyard alone. When he saw Yin Dong walking over with a dark face, he touched his goatee and said in a sly tone: "Master, I'll tell you.

If the kid doesn't leave the Baishan base, there will be a bloody disaster."

Yin Dong pulled up a chair and sat down next to him, and said helplessly: "Old liar, stop beeping blindly. You want me to send those old men away quickly. It's not that I don't agree, as long as you stay in the base hospital to recuperate.

Your body is like a rotten coffin board. If you don't take care of it, it will be completely scrapped. Don't you want to see Xiaobao grow up?"

The old Taoist priest didn't care about anything else. He knew that his body was very poor. But he had managed to survive in this way for so many years. Why couldn't he survive this trip to the Holy Mountain?

At this moment when Yin Dong pulled Xiaobao out to talk, the old Taoist priest's heart felt so weak. His grandson, if he couldn't see that child grow up, he would die with a sigh of relief!

The old Taoist priest said in a low voice: "Dongzi, look, I will send those old immortals to the Holy Mountain, and then I will go back to the base hospital to recuperate, okay?"

Yin Dong rubbed his brows and said distressedly: "Old liar, I'm not going to lie to you. As soon as I heard that you were going to the Holy Mountain, I was frightened. I felt like you would never come back once you went. You'd better not go.

Don’t be afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of what happens. If Xiaobao asks me for his master in the future, where can I get one for him?"
Chapter completed!