Chapter 423 The Leading Bird
The saplings above Jiang Yong and Jia Sikong’s heads have withered, but their physical constitution is really average. In the blink of an eye, a three-inch sapling sprouted, but their complexion is much better.
Xin Zhuo expressed his thoughts, and both of them agreed, and ran away with dozens of flowers.
An hour later, dozens of great sages from major sects arrived in despair, holding saplings on their shoulders. They no longer cared about being reserved and saluted one after another: "Please help me, King Qin!"
Xin Zhuo waved his sleeves and took out the blade: "Do you want to survive? Ten coins for a flower, no one can bully an old man!"
A group of great venerables looked at each other and ran straight into the distance without saying a word.
Not long after a group of people left, dozens of masters from the four major sects, including Xiao Mu, Qingtong, Bai Weng, and Dugu Hongye, arrived. However, these people were indeed strong. The small tree above their head was only as thick as a finger. It looked like It can last for a while.
Looked at Xin Zhuo, approached slowly, chuckled, and saluted together: "His Royal Highness, King Qin, please help me!"
Xin Zhuo looked at the bag and saw that there was not much left in it. flowers, smiled and said: "That's easy to say! Twenty blades for one blade!"
Qingtong's face changed slightly: "Why do others only need ten, but we need twenty?"
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"That's right!" Xiao Mu said: "King Qin needs to know that there are not too many blades in the forest. There is often only one within ten miles. Where do you get so many blades? Isn't this a difficult task?"
Xin Zhuoxiao Said: "There is no other reason, I think you are unhappy!"
Very direct and straightforward contempt.
Feng Wuxie said coldly: "I admit that King Qin is indeed very resourceful, and his observation of Julie Mountain is much better than ours, but why do you ignore death and deliberately make things difficult? We are not yours. Once your opponent dies and leaves this Julie Mountain, how can all the ancestors in the world spare you?”
“Hey! I like the harmless threats of you second-generation cultivators the most!”< br>
Xin Zhuo waved his sleeves: "Now thirty pieces a piece!"
The faces of the group of people changed slightly, and Xiao Mu forced out a smile: "Twenty or twenty, that's reasonable!"
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“Forty!” Xin Zhuo slowly arranged his tangled hair.
A group of people were breathing rapidly and their faces were uncertain. They suddenly turned around and walked away, no longer forcing themselves.
“Have some backbone!”
Xin Zhuo smiled and took out two more flowers and gave one to Su Miaojin.
Time passes minute by minute.
A group of great sages came and went, frantically searching for blades in exchange for flowers, seeking life.
Between life and death, human potential is unlimited, so why bother being a great venerable warrior? A few hours later, Xin Zhuo had received a pile of blades.
"One, two...thirty-seven...one hundred and eighty-six...three hundred and twelve..."
Su Miaojin counted it three or four times like a money addict, and finally looked up at Xin Zhuo: "Four hundred, is it enough?"
It's hard to say whether it's enough, because what is the next level, the passage? Where and for what purpose the blade was used, no one knew.
Xin Zhuo stretched out and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a harsh bird call coming from the north. It was very abrupt in this place where there is only rain and mist.
Su Miaojin was startled: "This is..."
"I'm afraid the passage is coming!"
Calculated according to the time, if there were no flowers, these more than 150 great sages would probably die soon. Since Julie Mountain has left life for warriors, it must be this time. He installed the blade and pulled Su Miaojin: "Let's go!"
The two of them headed straight to the north of the dense forest, and after walking for more than a hundred miles, they saw a colorful bird about the size of a buffalo squatting on a strange ancient fiery red sycamore tree in front of them. Like a phoenix, its tail feathers almost touched the ground.
However, after scanning around, there was no passage, and the big bird had no intention of leaving. A pair of round pupils looked spiritually in one direction, and then in another direction. "It should be summoning other great sages!" Su Miaojin looked far behind him.
Sure enough! After a while, thirty-six people including Jiang Yong, Jia Sikong, and Yuan Chengfeng arrived, still holding saplings on their heads, breathing rapidly and not knowing why.
Xin Zhuo had a strange expression on his face. He looked at the movement of the bird on the top of the tree. He wondered if Xiao Mu and the others were dead. If the entire army was wiped out, I'm afraid the bird would fly off the branch and lead the way.
However, the bird remained unmoved, still calling.
After another incense stick, the dense trees behind me trembled, as if a group of beasts were coming, and then...
I saw twenty-three "big trees" staggering towards me. , Xiao Mu, Qingtong, Feng Wuxie and others almost turned into tree-men, with shriveled complexions, gray faces, dull eyes, and dull eyes.
At first, there were probably more than fifty of them. Half of them died this time, but it also indirectly shows the strong vitality of the remaining people.
Xin Zhuo secretly stretched out his right hand.
A group of people were alert, and powerful martial arts power suddenly emerged from their withered bodies, and they tried to fight for their lives.
At this moment, a strong wind blew up, and the bird on the sycamore tree suddenly flapped its wings and flew into the distance.
This is leading the way away, and at a very fast speed.
Xin Zhuo had no choice but to give up temporarily and pulled Su Miaojin to follow him.
The bird flew faster and smaller, but fortunately it was high enough to see clearly.
Half an hour later, the trees became increasingly sparse. When we completely walked out of the dense forest, there was a beach-like place in front of us, and the dense forest behind us was like an island.
A few miles directly opposite, there are three small wooden houses. Three miles behind the wooden houses is an endless sea of blood.
Arrived here, the saplings above everyone's heads disappeared in the blink of an eye, including Xiao Mu, Qingtong and others. They couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief and sat down cross-legged.
The second level is over, the fairy spirit is coming!
This gave everyone the pleasure of enjoying the victory after all the hardships, but those who were interested could not help but sigh sadly after counting the number of people.
When they entered the forest, there were one hundred and fifty-two great sages, but now there are only sixty-one of them left, but the forest somehow killed fifty-one of them!
Which of the fifty-one people who died outside was not a formidable ancestor, with filial piety, outstanding talent, and all-around exquisiteness?
It’s hard not to feel like the martial arts realm is as deep as the sea, and one can live and die every day!
Then he looked at Xin Zhuo with a trace of gratitude on his face. If it weren’t for His Highness King Qin, how many people would be left now is anyone’s guess.
It's just that Xin Zhuo's expression was particularly complicated at this time and he even had a hint of fear. For others, the spirit of the immortal spirit was the qualification to enter the earthly immortal world and a sacred object of great nourishment, but for him, it was a life-threatening talisman.
But this kind of thing cannot be avoided!
While I was thinking, the aura of fairy spirits from all directions enveloped me like clouds.
As expected, more than half of them fell on Xin Zhuo's head, followed by Su Miaojin, and the rest were only a superficial trace.
I don’t know how this Julie Mountain is judged. Xin Zhuo and Su Miaojin cat were in the tree cave, but they still ranked first and second.
This made Xiao Mu, Qingtong, and even Jiang Yong and Yuan Chengfeng, who were searching for blades everywhere, tremble with envy. Logically speaking, they were better.
Seeing that the rich fairy spirit had reached the top of his head, Xin Zhuo's mind changed quickly, and he simply called out the Wangyue Well and held it above his head.
This mist-like thing cannot be used to sacrifice spirits, but if it is absorbed like moonlight, wouldn’t it be...
“Buzz——”
Fairy Spirits The energy instantly rushed into the Moon Watching Well.
(End of this chapter)