The sound of breaking the sky, whistling!

Listening to the voice, it was not in the direction of Ye Bai and the others, but neither of them dared to be careless, Liu Cheng, a lonely soul and wild ghost, naturally did not need to hide, but Ye Bai hurriedly snapped his fingers, pressed the storage bag in his hand under his back, and then restrained his breath, cut off his breath, and even used the few mana in his body to puncture the skin, and squeezed out a piece of red blood at the wound, at first glance, it was not much different from a mortal who had just been torn and eaten by a demon beast.

Shout!

A streamer of light flew from the sky above Ye Bai's front, Ye Bai closed his eyes tightly, and looked at it with his divine sense, flying past was a middle-aged man with a flying sword on his feet, looking from a distance, he was dressed in a similar way to the Firmament Continent, except that there was no coat with wide robes and big sleeves, but a black tight-fitting shirt, highlighting the middle-aged man's quite strong body, and his cultivation was about the late stage of foundation building.

Seeing that it was a human being, Ye Bai breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, as long as he was still on the chassis of the human race, he would definitely be able to find many commonalities, whether it was fighting methods or intrigues, there would be traces.

The middle-aged man seemed to be going through a long journey, dusty, weather-ridden, and flying extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he swept over.

Before he could run out of Ye Bai's divine sense, this person let out a soft sigh in his mouth, and suddenly stopped the sword light, staring at somewhere under his feet.

Ye Bai followed his gaze, and suddenly screamed in his heart, only caring about his own hidden breath, but forgetting the old tree spirit of the dragon spirit root.

After a few days of nourishment by the flesh and blood of the demon beast, the old tree spirit grew stronger and stronger, with green leaves, and the entire tree exuded a clear luster after the rain, which was extremely conspicuous.

The strangest thing is that it devoured so much flesh and blood, not only did it not emit a fishy smell, but it had a faint fragrance, and every time Ye Bai smelled a few sips, he felt refreshed.

The middle-aged man lowered his sword light. There was no direct landing. He didn't even get close to the dragon spirit root, but stopped in mid-air, although his eyes were full of uncontrollable joy and greed, he still unfolded his divine sense to search the vicinity first. It stands to reason that there are demon beasts guarding such a heavenly and earthly treasure, not to mention the roots of the dragon spirit root. It's just a pile of bones.

This man's caution is not unreasonable!

It wasn't until he didn't notice the aura of other monks or demon beasts nearby that this person's face relaxed, and he slowly lowered his sword light, and set his eyes on the white bones on the ground, but then his face changed. With a sound of "Zheng", he took out a silver glittering long sword and held it in his hand, his eyes kept rolling, and he looked around.

Ye Bai immediately realized what the problem was, although the white bones nearby were of different thicknesses, each one was completely flesh and blood, and it was gnawed clean to almost perfection, only his own body was half stretched. It's also a blur of flesh and blood. It's like you're halfway through eating. Whoever it is, I'm afraid they will think that the demon beast that guards the spirit tree is nearby. Not far yet.

But Ye Bai really can't be blamed, the middle-aged man came in too haste, and he didn't have time to clean up the scene at all.

The middle-aged monk glanced around for a while, his eyes were overpowered, his face was gloomy, his mouth suddenly opened and closed a few times, and he said a string of words that Ye Bai had never heard before, looking at his expression, it should be a few tentative words.

The mountain wind howled softly, and no sound answered him.

The middle-aged monk's face became more and more solemn, and he searched every corner in the vicinity again, but he still didn't find anything, and his face eased slightly.

Ye Bai watched coldly, although this person was cautious, he forgot the truth of darkness under the lamp, and directly ignored Ye Bai's corpse, which was mostly white bones, half flesh and blood, and did not have the slightest breath of a living person.

The middle-aged monk still seemed to be a little uneasy, reached out and touched it, took out a paper crane-like thing from his arms, opened his mouth and blew, and spewed out a white refining towards the paper crane, the paper crane quickly transformed and grown, and after a few breaths, he flapped his wings and flew into a white crane-like spirit beast, seven feet tall, his hair was as true as true, and his mouth was clear, standing on the side of the middle-aged monk, looking in all directions, and making a warning.

After the middle-aged monk did all this, he nodded with satisfaction, walked into the middle of the white bones, and carefully looked at the dragon spirit root, this old tree now has nothing special except for the aura that is compelling, the middle-aged monk frowned, obviously did not know.

However, he could also see that this was a growing spiritual root, and no one could say what kind of heaven and earth spiritual fruit it would produce in the future.

The middle-aged monk thought for a long time, took out a jade box, picked more than a dozen leaves from the dragon spirit root, put them in the box, and marked a few magic marks, it seems that he planned to find someone to ask in the future.

The old tree spirit of the dragon spirit was also cunning, knowing that he was currently in a period of weakness, he didn't even resist at all, and let him pick his leaves.

The middle-aged monk took the leaves, it seemed that he still felt that it was inappropriate, walked around the dragon spirit root a few times, and found a few small objects buried outside the trunk of the dragon spirit root, skillful, extremely fast, after the burial, the five fingers flicked, and shot eight spiritual lights into the ground, after the spiritual light was submerged into the ground, the breath emitted from the dragon spirit root suddenly changed, it was like ordinary trees, obscure and dim, inconspicuous, and even the previous rich aura was not known how to be concealed.

Interesting!

Ye Bai sighed secretly in his heart as he watched from the side, admiring the thoughtfulness of this middle-aged monk, a simple formation would cover up the aura of the dragon spirit root, so that no one would know that there was a spirit root here except himself.

After doing this, the middle-aged monk really put his mind at ease, a smug smile escaped from the corner of his mouth, put away the white crane, released the flying sword, and prepared to leave.

But how could Ye Bai let him go, needless to say, the preciousness of the dragon spirit root, if it attracted other clever monks to see through Ye Bai's life and death secrets, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Ye Bai's heart moved, and he injected a trace of mana into the storage bag under him, and the storage bag immediately burst out with a very subtle layer of faint spiritual light.

The middle-aged monk immediately noticed it, but he didn't expect that there was still a treasure missing, so he strode to Ye Bai's side, bent down, and took out the storage bag from under him.

The middle-aged monk was overjoyed, did not stand up, and hurriedly stretched out his divine sense to check, but after an instant, his smile was as stiff as death, and the storage bag could not be detected at all, which meant that the owner of the storage bag was not dead.

At the moment when he was surprised and lost his mind, Ye Bai suddenly opened his eyes, the cold light in his eyes flashed, he opened his mouth and spit out, and the lightning of the evil sword flew out, piercing the heart of the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk was frightened by Ye Bai's suddenly widened indifferent eyes, coupled with the fact that the distance was so close and defenseless, there was no way to dodge, and he was directly pierced through the heart.

After the middle-aged monk died physically, the Yuan Shen Green Ball broke through the Heavenly Spirit and wanted to escape.

Ye Bai shouted violently: "Senior, keep him, I have a lot of use, don't kill him!"

In the storage ring, when Liu Cheng heard this, he came out like the wind, and after a turn, he rolled the middle-aged monk's primordial spirit into the storage ring.

"Boy, you owe the old man a favor again, and this time when you come out, the old man has to be weakened a lot!"

Liu Cheng was almost out of breath, but after this old man returned to the ring, he became an uncle, and the middle-aged monk knew that there was no way to escape, so he issued a burst of words similar to begging, Liu Cheng naturally didn't understand a word, and he didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"Ye boy, what are you going to do?"

Ye Bai popped out a mana into his storage bag, a lamp-like magic weapon that emitted a white light, floated out faintly, and flew to the finger wearing the storage ring, Ye Bai said lightly: "Of course, it is to perform the soul searching technique, we are not familiar with life here, and we can't even understand the language, so we have to wronged this Taoist friend!"

Liu Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then like an old demon, he smiled strangely: "I like the soul search thing the most, this is the unruly style of my generation of monks, lawless, and coming and going!" (to be continued......)