At this time, Yan San's right hand was completely stiff, and the red flesh tendon on his left leg and thigh had been exposed, but the blood did not flow much, but the purple color continued to spread with the bubbles. Trauma is secondary, and the key is that there is no solution to the poison.

Yan San gritted his teeth, raised his dead right hand with his left hand, and put it on the eroded big leg, the battle of the six-color chain, the coldness of the ice silkworm finally fought against the absolute poison of the silkworm, and there was a certain restraint, now the right hand is unconscious, and he simply kills the horse as a live horse doctor, which is the most cold and abnormal, and can also relieve the sharp pain of the burning bones.

A chill hit his thigh, and his stiff right hand did not change color and blister on the thick pulp on his leg, and the sharp pain in his thigh was indeed relieved a lot, Yan San breathed a sigh of relief and called Luo Luo and said, "Go and get some water, my wound needs to be washed." 』

Rollo jumped up and burrowed into the grass and disappeared.

Yan San struggled to move to the side of the dead hyena, lay on the side of the dead dog's neck, took advantage of the warm blood, swallowed a few mouthfuls, and then ran the Heavenly King Jue, attracting the power of the blood element to concentrate on the left leg. He knew that this was just a drop in the bucket, although the blood element had the effect of recovering the wound, and the blood element was strong enough to even heal quickly, but it could not cure the poison. Destruction and reconstruction are not an equal contest, and this contest is still on top of one's own body. It may take only a second to make a cut, but it will take at least a few days for the injury to recover. The Silkworm is so poisonous that the Blood Yuan can only try its best to delay this invasion process, but it is irreversible.

Fortunately, Yan San was not directly touched and bitten by the whimpering silkworm, but the breath was contaminated, and the toxicity was thousands and hundreds of times lower, and the silkworm poison was only corroded and destroyed, and it did not attack the heart with the blood flow, otherwise Yan San would have rotted into a puddle of pus.

It didn't take long for Luo Luo to get out of the grass and jump onto Yan San, spitting a little water in his mouth on Yan San's injured leg, and then shaking violently, shaking the water droplets between the hairs to the wound, and Yan San's whole body was dotted. Yan San closed his eyes and adjusted the yuan, struggling to resist the poison. Rollo shook off the droplets and burrowed into the grass again. There was nothing to hold water in, and Rollo, as clever as he was, couldn't think of a better way to do it, so he had to soak his whole body and come back with a little water. Knowing that this little water was not enough, it immediately ran to the river again, carrying water back and forth with its body.

The first day passed in a hurry, Yan San's blood element was exhausted, and the spirit element was triggered, although it did not have the effect of warming and nourishing the body, it was finally able to keep the residual poison in the thigh meridians exhausted, and it would not flow to the whole body, but the wound near the thigh still kept worsening, and the lower part had invaded most of the calf, and the upper part had spread to the abdomen. Luo Luo went again and again, and his small body couldn't help but consume it so much, and at this time, he was already weak, but he still insisted on spitting the last mouthful of water into Yan San's abdomen. Yan San shouted in a dumb voice, "Luo Luo, that's enough, you can rest!" Luo Luo ignored it and staggered towards the grass step by step.

The next day, Yan San's hand was completely frozen, and fortunately in misfortune, his right hand regained a trace of consciousness, but the wound was no longer suppressed, and he only relied on the tired Luo Luo to carry water again and again to cool down. The silkworm is a fire poison, and once the fire burns into a momentum, it will definitely flow endless poison. Yan San consumed all the blood crystal spirit crystals he brought with him, and silently moved under the black iron locust to hold on until sunrise on the third day.

On the afternoon of the third day, the forest was silent, in the dark mountain forest, under a black iron locust tree embraced by two people, sitting quietly leaning on a purple figure, this person was covered with flesh and skin, covered with large and small purple bubbles, and a huge wound on his leg was shocking, purple and black, as if the source of the purple of this person's body. The purple man's hair was scorched, his lips were shriveled and dry, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was also frothed, but it was not yet broken. Such a filthy and disgusting appearance will be disgusted by evil spirits even if you put it in hell.

But the man still refused to fall, staring at the ordinary black grass that was more than half a foot high under the tree, and next to the grass, lay a small yellow-green forest frog, a black-gray cicada, and an ordinary black caterpillar, all looking at the black grass motionlessly, as if time stood still.

A sound came from far and near, slowly cutting through the grass, and out of it came a wet kitten, the size of a fist, as if drowning for a long time, his eyes were scattered, and his body staggered towards the purple man, and he used his last strength to climb up a dirt platform above the purple man's head, and gently fell sideways on top of the man's head, and after a while, several small streams of water slid down the purple man's slightly lowered head, one flowed to the corners of the mouth, moisturizing the purple man's thirsty body, and the other few just flowed to the purple man's neck, and the water had dried up, as if the purple man was a big furnace, and the water was silently evaporated。 The fist-sized kitten lay between the purple man's hair without a sound, as if he had died. The corners of the purple man's eyes were wet, but no tears flowed, as if he was a dry corpse.

In the past three days, except for the unlucky hyena at the beginning, there has been no second bird or beast near the tree, and frogs, cicadas, and insects exude a dangerous message that although they are hidden next to the black-hearted purple-leaved grass, it may be a cow playing the harp for humans, but it is a great deterrent to beasts. Yan San's whole body was contaminated with the breath of frogs, cicadas, and insects, at first it was covered, and then his breath gradually weakened, and if he died in the perception of the three insects, it was just a corpse, and he was defenseless.

Luo Luo did not sleep, running back and forth to carry water for three consecutive days, without resting for a moment, at this time he finally fell tired on the top of Yan San's head, if there was no soul to tie in, Yan San almost thought that Luo Luo was dead, but at this time Luo Luo's soul breath was also extremely weak. Yan San held his last breath and tried his best to hide his soul fluctuations with a small soul trick recorded in the Guiyuan Miscellaneous Records, this little soul technique had no effect on any soul cultivation, but now it was three simple stupid insects, but it deceived the three little worms, and the small soul magic trick consumed very little soul element, even so, Yan San's only remaining soul crystal was exhausted at this time.

There is still a trace of spirit yuan and a trace of blood yuan left in the broken body, maybe it can last for half an hour, or maybe it is just a cup of tea, Yan San is waiting for an opportunity, he and Luo Luo are the last straw.

His consciousness began to blur, but his eyes were still fixed on the black-hearted purple leaf grass.

"Mature, mature!" Yan San muttered in his heart.

"Mature, mature!" The three insects were silent, silently conveying their anxiety.

"Mature, mature!" Rollo opened his eyes with all his strength, and the voice in his heart came from afar, and it also chanted silently.

As if hearing the call, a trace of sweet fragrance spreads, the infatuated person heard the call of the infatuation, the black-hearted purple leaf grass slowly stretched out the branches and leaves, like a beauty in a dream with a light veil stretched her waist, revealing a graceful figure, faint fluorescence, and even more enchanting purple leaves, black dry and graceful.

Seven bean-sized buds slowly bloom, visible to the naked eye to bloom a fingernail-sized flower, the petals are bright red, the heart of the flower is pitch black, the stamens are white, lonely and beautiful in the quiet jungle, exuding a rich sweet fragrance. The flowers bloom for a moment, swaying like a picture, leaving only this moment of fragrance, and then quietly withering, the black flower heart swells rapidly, and after a while, it has become like the size of a peanut, gradually becoming bright red, the juice is rich, translucent in the faint fluorescence, giving birth to a full future.

The fruit is ripe, and the leaves are harvested. After another cup of tea, the infatuation is reincarnated.

This time there is no need to wait for the next reincarnation! At the moment when the black-hearted purple leaf grass puts away its leaves, the forest frog, silkworm and caterpillar all return to their original shape, and pounce up, the white snow frog jumps, the green green cicada flies, the purple silkworm flies around the roots, and the snow frog gets the first hand, and rolls the fruit with one tongue, one mouth, and the fruit falls into the belly. The cicada clings directly to the fruit, sticks out the straw, pierces into the peel, and sucks the jam. The silkworm was one step behind, and also climbed a fruit, bit the peel, and ate the juice.

Everything is electric and flint, and evolution is also completed in an instant. The snow-white body of the snow frog became whiter and whiter, and finally became translucent in color, like jade, but the body was one size smaller, and the lines of the big mouth cracked straight to more than half of the body, becoming a trend of swallowing the sky, and the snow jade swallowed.

The silkworm evolved second, pulled out its head from the empty peel, and began to spin silk and weave cocoons on the purple leaf and black heart grass, and when it broke out of the cocoon, it was the day when the butterfly roared.

The cicada straw is too slow, and the evolution is at the end, the cyan body slowly turns white, and suddenly the back is cracked, and a small white cicada comes out of it, leaving only a light cyan cicada, the cold breath has converged, extremely condensed in the body, a pair of compound eyes have become azure, and the cyan wing skeleton part is quietly dyed with gold, the color of the emperor, the king of the ice wind cicada.

Xue Yu swallowed a croak, crisp with a metal sonorous, suddenly jumped up, flew at the whistling silkworm that was still in the process of evolution, and dragged the silkworm that had become fleshy and translucent out of the silk cocoon, the front paws were flexible like hands, and tore open the silkworm body, pulled out a small purple poison sac from it, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The whistling silkworm hissed and screamed, very painful. Xue Yu swallowed the poison sac, looking like drunk, and didn't care whether the silkworm was alive or dead, her eyes were half-narrowed, and she shook her head. The compound eyes of the Ice Wind Cicada King on the black-hearted purple leaf grass flickered, obviously thinking about Snow Jade Swallow.

The white frog enjoying the poisonous delicacy, the ice cicada with ill intentions, and the wistling silkworm that was dying, did not pay attention to the two purple hands, like tree branches, since the purple leaf and black heart grass began to fluoresce, they moved towards them little by little, little by little, taking advantage of the fact that the three were all connected, carelessly but as fast as lightning......

Snow Jade Swallow fell into his left hand, and the Ice Wind Cicada King held it in his right hand. The two were just about to struggle, a trace of spirit yuan, a trace of blood yuan had already penetrated into the body, and they were suddenly unable to move.

Yan San has one in his hand, the silkworm only has one breath left at this time, don't pay attention to it, and even if it is refined, he doesn't know where to start, this silkworm is completely poisonous, although the poison sac is swallowed Yan San does not dare to take risks. However, Snow Jade Swallow and Ice Wind Cicada King are things used to save lives, and they are determined to win.

These three are all spiritual creatures, and at this time, the evolution is not stable, and it is between the living beings and the objects, once they are stabilized, Yan San will never have a chance. Before the evolution, it was a third-order powerful creature, and after the evolution, it was a fourth-order psychic treasure, only in the short time after the evolution was completed, it was not born or spirited, and the body and spirit were not combined, and as soon as the spirit element blood element probed into the body, it would cause the spirit body to fail to merge, and it would turn into a spirit element on the spot, and the soul would leave the body, and become a non-living and non-dead soul. Snow Jade Swallow and Ice Wind Cicada King suddenly became rigid all over, turned into jade, and were put away by Yan San, waiting for formal refining.

Yan San kept moving, trembling with all his strength, pulling through the purple leaf and black heart grass with his hands, picking the remaining four fruits, holding Luo Luo from the top of his head, and stuffing his brain into its mouth, only then did he let out a long breath and began to slowly refine the snow jade swallow.