A sudden flood of information and mutilated images poured into Zhao Wushuang's mind, causing him severe pain, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble......

It took about half an hour before it finally ended. Zhao Wushuang slowly opened his eyes, and he already looked confident.

"I see! I didn't expect there to be such a thing......" he let out a sigh and sighed slowly. Obviously, it was the information in this inner pill that shocked him.

Most of what he received from Neidan just now was mainly based on the memory of this demon flower, and it was also mixed with a lot of common sense knowledge.

More than 900 years ago, almost at the end of the Tang Dynasty, the imperial court declined, and the princes fought together. The people of the entire land of China are struggling to make a living. There is a strange man with profound mana, who tried his best to assist several heroes, but nothing has changed, and Huaxia has still entered the super chaotic era of five dynasties and ten kingdoms.

Disheartened, this master stayed away from the Central Plains and came to the Liangguang region, which was still relatively backward at that time. Eventually, he found a small island not far from the mouth of the current port of Guangzhou and settled down.

The master likes flowers and plants, and there is a pot of red flowers that he has always carried with him since the Central Plains. The island was lonely, and when he had nothing to do, he wanted a spell to turn this ordinary flower that had no half-point magic relationship into a grass and tree monster that could be cultivated. He used his mana to forcibly condense the inner pill of a grass-like monster, and gave himself this pot of beloved flowers, and finally let it barely open its spiritual wisdom and be able to cultivate slowly......

The small island where this master lived in seclusion was now the temporary base of the British Expeditionary Force; And the pot of flowers that Gao Ren loves is the terrifying demon flower that has now recognized Zhao Wushuang as the main one!

Originally, the demon flower had not yet given birth to spiritual wisdom at that time, so it shouldn't have known this, but after it was given Neidan to awaken spiritual wisdom, the master always chattered to himself near it, as if talking to it. After a long time, I wrote it down.

After that, I don't know if I didn't have enough refining of this inner pill, or if there was a change. The picture and information were very blurry, and he vaguely knew that the master died later, so he left some back hands for this demon flower, hoping that it could successfully cultivate to a higher realm......

The so-called Gift Pill is that a person with profound mana forcibly simulates the refining of a demon inner pill and gives it to a foundationless thing that has no way to cultivate at all, helping it to open up its spiritual wisdom. But the disadvantage is that this Gift Pill is actually a kind of "controller", who is the owner of this Gift Pill, is the owner of the monster......

"Whew. I didn't expect that there would be such a master in this world. It's just like what is written in the novel, and it seems that those folklore are not all unfounded nonsense! Zhao Wushuang sighed in his heart.

At this moment, Zhao Wushuang had completely believed what this demon flower said, and even in his eyes, this demon flower was no longer so terrifying. The weakness of the soft collapse is a little pitiful to fall there.

He crawled over the huge scarred snake body, and the demon flower raised its "head" (petals) and opened its white eyes again. Looking at Zhao Wushuang with a weak look, the timid little girl's voice sounded again: "Does the master believe Xiaohua's words?" ”

Xiaohua is the nickname given to this huge demon flower by a master in the late Tang Dynasty, so even if it is its name.

Zhao Wushuang also passed over: "That's right, I believe you." That one...... Xiaohua, tell me, how can I save you? I can't give you back this Nedan, is there anything else I can do to help you? Zhao Wushuang also looked a little embarrassed at this time. After all, psychologically speaking, he may only be a little girl of five or six years old, and he always has a strange sense of guilt for bullying a little girl.

Xiaohua told him that once he recognized the Lord through Shidan, the blood of the master was the best nourishment and healing for a flower demon like him. To put it bluntly, it is to ask for Zhao Wushuang's blood.

Well, for the sake of little Lori, the master admits it!

Zhao Wushuang, who was already seriously injured, could only crawl to the vicinity of Xiaohua's huge and bewitching blood-red petals, deliberately pulling his muscles to open a few wounds, and spilling a large amount of snake blood into the round, insect-like mouthparts in the center of the petals. Those sharp teeth all retracted, leaving only round mouthparts that continued to drip blood from Zao Wou-shuang......

Then it didn't take long for Xiaohua to seem to regain her vitality. In a slight movement of stretching branches and roots, he stood upright. Once again, it shows off its huge size.

The weak Zhao Wushuang looked enviously below, thinking to himself when I had such a huge size, it must be a god blocking and killing the god and destroying the Buddha! It's really envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Xiaohua's cheerful voice sounded in his head: "Thank you, master!" The roots of the florets actually have the effect of healing injuries, but they may have the side effect of sleeping for more than ten days. Would you like to? ”

Would you like to? I'm so willing little sister!

Zhao Wushuang was extremely excited, he originally thought that he would not be able to get better for such a serious injury this time. Although it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, whether it is the improvement of Tianlei's resistance or the acquisition of a powerful Neidan, and the acceptance of Xiaohua, a powerful little brother (or to be precise, a little sister). But an excessively serious injury is a problem after all.

Now it only takes ten days to be completely cured, which is simply a pie-in-the-sky thing!

So Xiaohua let Zhao Wushuang bite off a small section of his roots, about a foot or so, and after eating it, he felt an itchy feeling all over his body. The wound position seems to be crawling gently, and you know that it is indeed miraculous, and it has an immediate effect.

But what immediately followed was complete sleepiness, and Zhao Wushuang only had time to say "Xiaohua protects my safety", and then fell into a complete sleep. And in the process, his body is rapidly healing, strengthening, and growing......

Fifteen days later, Zhao Wushuang woke up.

The first thing he felt was that his posture was very uncomfortable, as if he was curled up in a layer of quilt. Stretching his body, he made a popping sound—it was the skin of the snake that had been torn apart. Zhao Wushuang's huge body stretched out and lay across the ground.

"I'm rubbing! It's actually eight meters long! Sleep grew more than three meters, which is also too cost-effective. Zhao Wushuang was secretly proud in his heart, but he also knew that this time it was a coincidence, and it was not every time there was such a rapid change.

At this time, Zhao Wushuang was more than eight meters long, and the two tumors on his back were raised higher, and the red line extending along the spine to the tail was thicker and more obvious. He could feel that even if he was carrying the British battleships to bombard, he would still be able to carry one or two cannons. Of course, if there are too many cannons, there will still be a tragedy......

But that's a big step forward!

With the body of a poisonous snake, what kind of terrible ability is it to be able to resist two shells from a steel battleship that represents the strongest force in this era? What's more, snakes are inherently nimble and agile, and they will definitely not let the British be a target there.

"British, it's time for us to settle our scores! I want you to know that those who offend me will not die well! Zhao Wushuang's heart ignited a raging fighting spirit. His gaze seemed to pass through the dense forest and cast his gaze on the British invaders......