From the very beginning, he suspected that this little ghost had some conspiracy, and constantly led him to Yonaguni Island to find Qiankun Cosmic Edge, so when he was on the plane, Yi Yongheng kept an eye on it, originally this little guy's plan was almost seamless, but he forgot that Yi Yongheng was a Chinese medicine practitioner and felt sensitive.

When this little guy was asleep, how could he hide it from Yi Yongheng? At that time, he was pretending to be asleep, although his demeanor was very similar, but the breathing when people were sleeping was fundamentally different from the breathing when he was not sleeping, so he calculated and simply sealed his hearing.

In fact, he knew that this little guy must have a way to know what they were talking about, so he brought him in, and it was also Yi Yongheng's intention to use the purple bee to sting his little jj, he wanted to see if this little guy would wake up by himself, and it was estimated that this guy couldn't imagine that Yi Yongheng actually deliberately instructed the purple bee to sting him.

Who is a fool, the public losing class was stunned, this familiar voice is obviously Yi Yongheng came, he was actually fooled, this plan is still the emperor's back hand, if the first step fails, then carry out the second step, approach Yi Yongheng, and then enter the opportunity to enter the Jiuli pot, and then control everything here.

"Fusang Tree, one of the three sacred trees of ancient times, I didn't expect you to have such a piece of wood heart, but it's a pity that it's cheap for me. Yi Yongheng appeared in the air, looking at the changes in the Jiuli pot, his heart was happy, he couldn't imagine that the public loss class actually gave him such a big gift.

Many people will think that the Fuso tree has something to do with Japan, but in fact it has nothing to do with the Japanese bird feathers, the three ancient sacred trees, the Kunlun sacred wood, the Kazuma wood, and the Fuso wood, which can be said to be the sacred objects bred by heaven and earth, only exist in mythology.

Kunlun Shenmu is a legendary wood containing infinite essence, and the broken root can also grow on its own, which is the product of the magic of heavenly creation. Legend has it that even if there is only one section of the Kunlun Sacred Tree, it will not dry up without soil, water and sunlight, and will always maintain its original appearance, and if the body is stored in the Kunlun Sacred Tree, it can be immortal for ten thousand years. In ancient books, it is said that this tree is as old as Kunlun Mountain, and Qin Shi Huang wanted to find the Kunlun Sacred Tree as a coffin.

In ancient times, the gods of heaven and people on earth were in contact with each other, and the tree was the ladder between heaven and earth. The sacred tree is thick, straight into the sky, connecting heaven and earth, and a tree only grows one leaf.

The Fusang tree is the most magical, related to the sun, in fact, he is, the legend has ten suns in the ancient period, all of which are the manifestation of the golden crow, and these golden crows are perched on the Fusang tree, return at sunset, rise at sunrise, Fusang has since been in Chinese mythology. And Japan's so-called Fuso is not this Fuso at all.

The public loser class is small, but the heart is not small, and the entire Jiuli pot creatures were shocked by the abnormal movement here.

It bursts out with majestic vitality in the earth, and at the same time, it contains a deeply terrifying aura of destruction in the depths, and the two breaths complement each other, and the water is compatible.

Seeing this, the public loser took advantage of Yi Yongheng's inattention and bit his fingers, and his fingers moved slightly, as if he was pinching out some strange spell marks.

A drop of blood dripped directly into the wooden heart in the soil, and Yi Yongheng in the air looked at this piece of divine wood but did not notice the actions of the public loss class, and he was suddenly overjoyed in his heart: "Hehe, why are the descendants of Wumen so stupid, as long as this drop of blood enters Fusang, the vibrant Fusang Wood will be controlled by me, and then I can directly let the Fusang Wood drain the gestation qi of the entire Jiuli Pot, and when the time comes, I will definitely be able to bear the Sun God Fruit, swallow it, and I can become a natural spirit of water and fire, hahaha!!"

The public infusion squad stared closely at the small drop of blood, the blood contained a wonderful spell mark, which was given to him by His Excellency the Emperor, and he used this trick when there was an accident, his heart was pounding, this drop of blood was full of vitality, Fusang Mu seemed to feel something, and a huge suction force directly sucked the blood.

The heartbeat of the public loss class accelerated a few points again, and the fat mouth of the chubby mouth was flushed: "Hahaha, it's coming, it's coming, Yi Yongheng, look at how I capture you alive this time, hum." ”

But at this moment, a hand appeared under the blood, directly blocking this drop of blood: "Little guy, I seem to have told you, my territory listens to me!"

With a wave of his hand, this drop of blood turned directly into air, and the heartache of the public loss class was so painful that the duck flew to his beak: "Pit daddy, how did you find out?"

"Your acting skills are very good, but it's a pity that there are flaws everywhere in front of me, you think I don't know anything, but unfortunately, I know everything, if you want to blame yourself, you are too anxious, if you do it when I go to get the sword, maybe I really understand your way, children are children. Yi Yongheng was a little disdainful, and directly imprisoned the public losing class.

The hatred in the heart of the public loss class, but what can he do, crying with a sad face, this time he didn't get any cheap and ruined the only piece of Fusang wood heart of the Yin and Yang family, and in his eyes it was a waste to give it to Yi Yongheng.

And at this moment, a tender shoot broke out of the soil layer that gathered the aura, this moment full of life, people were moved, and then a magical scene happened, between this bud suddenly absorbed the aura of the Jiuli pot at an astonishing speed, his size also from the size of the wood, began to rise, in an instant it grew to the thickness of the arm, the speed of absorbing the aura is getting faster and faster, the speed of growing up is getting higher and higher, the quaint tree body exudes a thin vitality, making people feel close, but if you get close to find a strong sense of oppression coming, this is a breath of destruction, can be seen from a distance and can not be blasphemed。

At this time, this Fusang wood was still rising, as if it was going to break the entire Jiuli pot, seeing this, Yi Yongheng wanted to suppress it.

Suddenly, there was a terrifying aura in the gray sky, this breath made Yi Yongheng feel the pestle, and as soon as this breath came out, there was also a breath from the Fusang tree, which was the breath of destruction, and when the two breaths met, there were bursts of ripples in the entire space.

This breath made the clouded leopard's entire body tremble on the ground, and the little ginseng spirits even escaped into the ground and did not dare to come out, Yi Yongheng could feel that the Jiuli pot had been provoked, and this breath was emitted by the Jiuli pot, this witch clan treasure seemed to be enraged, and the powerful aura seemed to crush this blasphemous Fusang wood.

"The breath alone is so terrifying, the emperor's mind can't compare, no, the emperor's mind is like a little ant, and this breath is a giant, this is the anger of Jiuli pot, I can't think of it, I really can't think of it, if I can really control it and use it against the enemy, then it will really dominate the world, and what emperor is bullshit." Yi Yongheng thought in his heart, but he understood that with his current strength, he wanted to completely control the Jiuli Pot, it was a dream.

"Huh" Fusang Tree is not to be outdone, it is worthy of the ancient sacred tree, inhabiting the existence of the Golden Crow Phoenix, a strong aura of destruction contains infinite vitality and impacts into the sky, as if to challenge the majesty of the Jiuli pot, the whole sky is spinning, the guy in the public loss class was directly overwhelmed by this momentum and couldn't move, Yi Yongheng, the owner of the Jiuli pot, also felt a strong oppression, as if there was a mountain on his body.

But at this moment, Yi Yongheng suddenly found that a large piece of the medicinal materials of the Jiuli pot had withered in an instant, and it was still spreading, Yi Yongheng understood something: "You little ghost, you have destroyed all my medicinal materials, I want you to be a slave for the rest of your life." ”

Yi Yongheng moved after speaking, the whole person trembled, the overlord song luck, took a step forward, and rushed directly to this huge divine tree, and at this time, where did the public lose class still hear Yi Yongheng's scolding, the person passed out directly, and he didn't expect that things would turn out like this, and the Jiuli pot actually burst out with such a fierce breath.

"Crazy five birds, bear play!" As soon as Yi Yongheng approached Fusang Mu, this divine wood seemed to encounter some danger, pushing Yi Yongheng away, and he had to use the bear play.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a frightened babbling, he hurriedly looked into the distance, only to see a dozen chubby little dolls were sucked out of the soil, their eyes were full of tears, the most terrifying thing is that their bodies are constantly shrinking, like those medicinal herbs, began to wither.

"Your brother's cheating father's second goods public loss class, if something happens to my ginseng doll, I will pick your skin!" Yi Yongheng finished speaking, and left the place directly, hugging all the life dolls in the air directly, seeing that the life dolls' bodies were withering, he was helpless.

A feeling of heartache arises, like a father who sees his child sick and has nothing to do.

"Think of a way, think of a way, think of a way!! his heart is messed up, now he can't control the Jiuli pot at all, the hatred in his heart, the life doll was planted by him, watching them grow up, he is like their father, although Yi Yongheng usually teases them, and even took out their essence, but that is also to save people, and it has not damaged the root, but now........

Looking at the tree in the center, Yi Yongheng's heart was dripping blood, and the ginseng dolls in his arms were looking at him weakly, at this moment they had no hostility towards Yi Yongheng, and there was even some wonder in their eyes, why this demon seemed to be so sad as its master.

"That's right!" Yi Yongheng suddenly had an idea: "Stay here, it'll be fine for a while." ”

Leaving the doll of life, Yi Yongheng strides heroically, and the power of the whole body of luck goes to the Fusang wood, this contest is impossible for the Fusang wood to win, and now these medicinal materials wither can only show one thing, that is, the Fusang wood is absorbing the vitality of these plants to compete with the Jiuli pot.

These plants did not belong to the Jiuli pot in the first place, they were only a kind of temporary resident, and the Jiuli pot naturally would not protect them, and now the only way is to control this Fusang wood, that is, to drop blood, just now the public infusion class reminded him that as long as the blood is dropped, it is possible to control this tree.

Just do it, he bit his finger, condensed a drop of essence blood, and rushed towards Fusang Mu under pressure, bang, Yi Yongheng smashed his fist on the body of the tree, and the blood was instantly absorbed by Fusang Mu.

In an instant, everything calmed down, and Yi Yongheng suddenly felt as if he had a sense of blood connection with this tree, and he could even feel the breath of the entire Fusang Tree, but at this moment, a terrifying force rushed out of the Fusang Tree.

"Descendant of the Witch Sect, you still fell for the trick!" In an instant, Yi Yongheng realized that something was wrong, because this breath was no stranger to him.............