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Xingchen said: "Master, I must get my hands on the Heavenly Divine Tree." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Isn't this the same as that person? Han Yiming looked at him in a daze, and suddenly felt that the stars were indescribably terrifying. Xingchen said: "Master, I won't want his life." Anyway, this rope is stained with a lot of blood, so wouldn't it be a pity to leave it like this?" He pulled up the rope with his little hand, and as soon as he pulled it, the rope glowed with silver, and the rope stained with the boy's blood turned golden, and the little gossip flashed, and Xingchen said: "Master, don't worry about it like this, I will never harm him, and it will do me any good to harm him." Han Yiming said: "His blood can help you cut down the Heavenly Divine Tree." Hearing this, Xingchen turned his head and looked at Han Yiming with a pair of big eyes, and after a while, he said: "The Taoist is half right, there are two people who can cut down this Heavenly Divine Tree, and one is him." He pointed to the boy and said, "The other one is me." Han Yiming didn't expect him to care so much about the words of the Taoist, and said to him: "You also believe this?"

Xingchen pouted: "Don't you believe it?" Han Yiming shook his head: "I believe it, I have seen your spiritual power." Only, you don't have to take his word for it. Xingchen said: "Then the master, I'll cut down this sacred tree with all my might, can you protect me?" Han Yiming looked here, and Xingchen said: "The head doesn't have to be so careful, this place is usually not crowded." But at this time, it's a bit impossible to say. Besides, I don't know what the accident will be when I cut down this sacred tree, and I have to do it with all my might, so I need the help of the master. Han Yiming said: "Xingchen, you are also my Lingshan disciple, no matter how good your cultivation is, and no matter how high your spiritual power is, you are a Lingshan disciple." As the head of the sect, my cultivation is not as good as you, but I also have to protect you, all the disciples of Lingshan are what I must protect as the head of the sect. It's just that I don't know how this sacred tree is going to be cut down, or you can tell me first. Xingchen said, "Okay." Boss, the Divine Tree is made of the spiritual power of the earth, and in hundreds of years, there is only this one opportunity. To cut the sacred tree, the taproot of the sacred tree must be cut off, and as soon as the taproot is broken, the sacred tree will fall. Han Yiming looked up at the Divine Tree, which was extremely tall and thick, and was thinking about how to get it back if he cut it down, Xingchen said again: "As soon as the Divine Tree is cut down, the spiritual power will be dispersed, so at that time, the head of the sect must cut it down immediately when he sees which piece can be started." Don't think about the size, how much, as long as it's cut off, it's good. If you cut it slowly, the sacred tree will turn to ashes. ”

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and Xingchen said: "Therefore, with such a big tree, we can get a piece the size of the palm of our hands, and we have to count it as luck." Don't hold this boy in your arms. With a slap of his little hand, the boy had already floated up from Han Yiming's hand, floating lightly in the air, Xingchen looked around, and said, "It's still not good, I'll make an enchantment, at least don't let others in." He stretched out his right hand and made a slight move, Han Yiming only felt that his eyes were darker, and Xingchen said: "Master, I'll cut it now, there's no need to worry at this time, but the head of the door looks, as long as this tree is about to fall, you have to be careful." Han Yiming said: "Okay, I will do my best." Xingchen nodded, carried the grievance, walked to the sacred tree, raised the grievance high, and slashed at the taproot with a sword.

There was a loud sound of "dang", and Shenmu stood still. Xingchen lifted the sword and slashed more than a dozen swords at Shenmu in one go, Han Yiming suddenly saw that Shenmu was cut by him and cut a small hole, and just as he wanted to speak, the small hole had grown. Xingchen slashed more than a dozen swords in one go, but the small opening grew in the blink of an eye, Han Yiming was dumbfounded, how can this be cut? It grows faster than it is cut, how can it be cut down? Xingchen was completely unmoved, and cut more than a dozen swords, and cut out a little one, but in the blink of an eye, that small hole was grown.

Xingchen stopped his hand and looked at Shenmu carefully, Han Yiming said, "It's growing so fast." How do you cut it down like this?" Xingchen said, "It's hard, but I must cut down this tree." Han Yiming suddenly felt a little strange: "Xingchen, do we have to cut down this sacred tree in Lingshan?" Xingchen said: "Master, the best tree in the world is this one, with it, it is possible to rebuild Lingshan." When it came to rebuilding the Spirit Mountain, Han Yiming was speechless, he thought to himself that he didn't have this spiritual power, and what kind of high spiritual power did the master have to become a spiritual mountain alone. How can he have the power to rebuild? Xingchen seemed to see what he was thinking in his heart, and said, "Master, the matter is man-made. Cultivation is a long road, and those who practice in Lingshan are not only you and me, but the disciples of Lingshan are endless, and maybe something will be built. Isn't it?" Han Yiming didn't realize that he was so young and had such a feeling, and nodded: "You're right. Then let's cut it first. He looked at the Divine Tree again: "But it's so long, how can we cut it down?" Xingchen said: "I don't cut it as fast as the Divine Tree, there is only one way, and that is to make it not grow." Han Yiming said, "How can I make it unable to grow?" Xingchen didn't speak, and looked at the boy floating in the air. Han Yiming was clever: "Want his blood?" The boy nodded: "Not only his, but also mine." ”

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment: "Do you want yours too?" The boy said: "Master, are you afraid that I will take his blood? I myself will not hurt my own life, and I will not hurt his life. Han Yiming looked at the boy who was mixed with blood, and said, "But ......" Xingchen said: "I know what the head thinks, okay, I'll take my blood first." He stretched out his left hand, there was a small flesh pit on the back of his little hand, his palm turned up, his right hand put the sword of old injustice on the palm of his hand, his five fingers bent back, he slowly pulled the sword out of his hand, and a layer of light had rippled on the blade. He turned around and walked towards the boy, came to the boy's side, and slashed the sword on the boy's hand, Han Yiming was dumbfounded, and then he understood: "Okay, is this okay?" Xingchen said: "Let's try it." As he spoke, he returned to the taproot of the Heavenly God Tree, raised his short sword, and slashed at the taproot. He slashed another sword after slashing, this time Han Yiming counted carefully, a total of eighteen swords, and a sword cut was revealed. This time the mouth was revealed, but it was not closed again.

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