"Ming Ling, it's very good, I didn't expect that a thousand-year-old strength beast would be included in the bag so soon. The old man complimented, his tone full of surprise.

Long Fei also said: "It seems that the old man's worry just now is wrong, it's great, Ming Ling, it really makes the old man impressed with you, the second qi weapon is a thousand years, presumably the grade of the qi weapon must be higher than the eight-bladed poison pin." ”

The body of the Calvary Tree Beast has gradually stopped moving, its head is pierced by the fists of the cat and Xiao Youle, and its body has been completely occupied by toxins, even if its vitality is too tenacious, it will not escape the end of death, looking at the strange beast in front of him that is about to become a bag, Ming Ling's heart can't help but rise to anticipation and desire.

Boom----

Soon, the originally coiled branches and roots slowly decomposed and fell down, making a jagged sound, and then, a faint red point of light, in the most central position of the beast, with the fall of the branches and leaves, along the gap of the mouth of the transmission out, and then the light points slowly gathered, very clear, the light at this time seemed to be much brighter than before, even if there was no contact, you can clearly feel the huge energy contained in it.

Faced with this scene, the expression on the cat's face began to change, and ecstasy replaced the original vigilance, "Mingling, defeated, we succeeded." ”

In an instant, the original huge body of the strange beast has completely turned into nothing, and only a small tree as tall as a person is left standing upright on the ground, this is what Ming Ling looked like when he first saw this strange beast, the fruit on the tree is still the same as just now, glowing red, but it is brighter than at first, this change seems to confirm that the skull tree has been completely defeated.

Ming Ling's eyes flashed with extreme excitement, and he said, "Yes, Maomao, I'll go get this second qi weapon first." Saying that, Ming Ling had already walked to the side of the small tree, tried to calm the excitement in his heart, slightly reconciled his disordered breath, and reached out to quickly pick the fruit, although the speed was fast, but Ming Ling was very gentle, only two finger-sized fruits were pinched between his fingers, just like a mother holding a newborn baby, the moment he left the small tree, the light of the fruit seemed to be brighter, and the little tree changed instantly, and the broken leaves withered and withered.

Looking at the fruit between his fingers, the corners of Ming Ling's mouth outlined a trace of expected arc, and then sat on the ground, along his fingers, the fruit slid to the palm of his hand, Ming Ling focused his attention on the fruit of his right hand, at this time, he could clearly feel the pressure brought by the power of the beast, and suddenly frowned, he only felt that the fruit that was originally warm in the palm of his hand, suddenly, the temperature was like magma, and a scorching energy rushed in, and the violent heat flow was like a soldier breaking through the city wall, suddenly rushing into the body, the speed of the heat flow spread like a surging river, and in an instant, the hot current occupied Ming Ling's limbs and bones。

"This strange beast has a thousand-year strength, Ming Ling, come on!" The cat looked at Ming Ling, there was a little worry in her eyes, after all, even she had not condensed more than a thousand years of qi.

In the next second, his eyes were closed, and Mingling's consciousness was completely immersed in the hot torrent.

It is worthy of being a strange beast with thousand-year-old strength, and it has a strength that the poisonous wolf overlord can't match, and it is obvious that the two are not on the same level at all.

Faced with the sudden feeling of pain, Ming Ling sighed in his heart.

"Ming Ling, according to your current strength, it may be difficult to complete the condensation, the qi is complementary to each other, you must now use the power of the eight-bladed poison pin disc to promote the condensation of this strange beast, so that after coming down, it will also be of good help to the qi weapon, I believe you." The old man admonished.

According to the words, Ming Ling's shoulders shrugged slightly, this time, the eight-bladed poison pin plate has been in the sky above Ming Ling, Ming Ling launched its power, only to see a wisp of orange light smoke coming out of the blade surface, light smoke curling, with the power of Ming Ling, like a group of four-hoofed horses rushing towards the fruit like a tide, and then, the fruit surface suddenly rose a few traces of red air, although the pain occupied Ming Ling's consciousness, but the pressure of the palm accompanied by the red gas he felt very real.

In the face of the surging orange stream, the red stream intercepted and resisted in the air as if not to be outdone, the same gas, but it could not be fused together, as if there was a force separating them between them, and the burning sensation in Ming Ling's body was like an attack on the body by tens of thousands of elite soldiers, and his whole body was sending out muscle tense and spasmodic The squeak' sound, as if the burning was about to burn his skin and flesh, it was very thrilling, the whole body was hot, so hot that he seemed to be in the oil pot, it was obvious that it could be seen that the condensation of the skull tree was much more difficult than before, enduring the intense burning pain in the body, Ming Ling's face became hideous, a bead of sweat the size of a bean grain, emerged from Ming Ling's forehead, slid down his face, fell on his wheat-colored wrist, and was instantly evaporated, perhaps because the body of the alien beast had been defeated, so that the power that Ming Ling could feel was not as strong as it was originally。

Looking at Ming Ling with a painful face, the worry in Maomao's heart became even stronger, but she couldn't help much now, after all, condensing the qi weapon was the refiner's own business, even if anyone mobilized their strength to complement each other, they would not be of any help to the other party, and they could only hope that Ming Ling would get through this difficulty.

The eight-bladed poison pin plate rotated rapidly, and Ming Ling used the strength of his whole body, only to see that the orange stream floating from the blade was far richer and denser than before, using the fruit as a gathering point, surging wildly.

The power of the whole body has been used to urge the eight-bladed poison disc, and in the face of the pain caused by the continuous rolling of the heat flow in the body, Ming Ling at this moment can only endure it firmly, and his lips have been bitten by Ming Ling because of too much pain, and a trace of blood has flowed out.

... ...

In the sky above the fruit, two different color heat currents continued to collide, because under the support of Ming Ling's whole body strength, the orange flow completely occupied the upper position, and the red air flow was passively resisted, so the impact was actually an attack and a defense.

For a moment, I saw that the orange stream was like a broken bamboo, breaking through the resistance of the red stream, and then spread out wildly, and then merged into the orange stream, at this time the orange stream color seemed to be more intense than before, in the blink of an eye, the fruit has been tightly wrapped by the orange stream, there is no trace of gaps to be found, the orange stream because of the integration of the red stream, can't help but become rich in color, even the strength has become much stronger, only to see the orange stream with relatively brutal force, along the peel gradually poured into the fruit, with the entry of the air flow, the fruit began to undergo phantom, under the support of absolute power, the phantom of the fruit, smooth sailing, without any stretch。

In a short period of time, the fruit had turned into an air current, and it merged with the orange flow again, and the color changed even more drastically, like a ripe persimmon, and then poured into the palm of the hand, and Ming Ling's body was like a desert that had been dry for countless years and suddenly sank into a vast ocean, devouring the incoming air flow with great greed.

The wrinkled face gradually stretched, and Ming Ling could clearly feel that where the air flow passed, the hot feeling slowly eased, like a trickle, and like spring rain, moistening Ming Ling's whole body, with the continuous relief of the hot feeling, for a while, the pain in the original whole body was no longer felt, Ming Ling could only feel the comfort, difficult to describe the cool, even snort, breathing wonderful air.

With such amazing resilience, Ming Ling already knows which hero to thank.

"It's done!" the old man couldn't help but sigh.

Long Fei also said: "Ming Ling, it's great, the skull tree with thousand-year-old strength has completely become your bag." ”

A faint smile rose into Ming Ling's face, and he continued to enjoy the comfort brought by the fusion of the power of the skull tree.