It has been half a year since he came to the Great Wilderness, and there are twenty or thirty demonic beasts that died in Ke Mingde's hands, so he has already figured out some rules.

There are no divine bones on the living gods and demonic beasts, only after his death, the power of the divine power is condensed on a single bone to form a divine bone.

Plants gain supernatural powers, and after death, they also condense a piece of substance similar to a god's bone, and Ke Mingde once uprooted a magic vine to obtain a small rhizome, which can absorb energy from the shadows.

The main trunk of the Qingmang Demon Tree has been burned into a carbon pillar, and there are still a few people hugging each other, seven or eight meters high, broken from the middle, and the majesty of yesterday can be vaguely seen.

The harder than steel material became loose, and Ke Mingde slapped his palm, beeping and peeling off many debris.

"It's you!

It seemed like someone was roaring in his ear.

"You're the Qingmang Demon Tree, I knew I wouldn't die so easily. ”

Ke Mingde stood with his hands in his hands, silent, loose on the outside and tight on the inside.

He felt a spiritual force, cruising nearby, it was a magic tree, although it was no longer as majestic as a mountain, vast as a sea, but still vigorous, three points stronger than Ke Mingde.

"I have lived for thousands of years, for hundreds of miles, for thousands of miles, for windstorms, fires, floods, thunderstorms, for fissures, for meteorites...... I haven't seen any calamity, how can I die so easily. ”

The mind of the magic tree was gloomy: "I pretended to be dead just to lure you out, and when I found you, I doomed you to death!"

"Oh, I'm here to see if you still have some skills, how can you get me!"

Ke Mingde sensed carefully, and found that the magic tree was indeed so weak, and he was not afraid at all, and with a step on his left foot, the true qi surged, and the remains of the main trunk of the demon tree immediately turned into a puddle of dust, and fell to the ground with a pop.

"Buzz!"

There was a buzzing sound in his head, it was the spiritual impact of the Demon Tree, like a stream of water rushing through his scalp, without causing any harm to Ke Mingde.

Ke Mingde grabbed the spirit of the Demon Tree and fought back.

"Thorn of the Soul!"

"Howl!"

The spirit of the demon tree howled, and the tide receded.

Ke Mingde looked for a direction and chased after him, ignoring the main trunk of the burned demon tree.

Since the Demon Tree is not dead, the divine bones will not be condensed and formed.

Ke Mingde ran for several miles, and he had lost the trace of the magic tree, unable to feel a little spiritual power, as if it was dead.

"Where will it be?"

Ke Mingde closed his eyes and searched every inch of land through scanning, from the surface to more than ten meters deep underground, not letting go of a single bit.

"Here!"

He walked to a section of the root, fell to the ground, plunged his right hand into the dirt to his shoulder, groped for a while, and with a clatter, dragged out of the soil a thick root with sap.

"God thunders evil spirits!"

A flash of lightning flashed across the roots of the tree.

"It's not hiding here!"

Ke Mingde continued to search.

The forest of the magic tree stores a lot of water, even if it ignites a fire, it does not completely extinguish its vitality, there are still some fish that have slipped through the net, thriving, it is the remnant of the magic tree, carrying its damaged soul, just wait for a rain, it can break through the soil and recover its vitality.

The body is the carrier of the soul, and the relationship between the two is like a container and water.

The body is the vessel and the soul is the water.

If the container is large enough, it can carry more water, and if the volume exceeds the container's capacity, it will either crush, break the container, or the water will be lost.

The magic tree covers an area of dozens of acres of forest, which is its physical body, is the foundation that carries the soul, and was burned by Ke Mingde, the soul lost its dependence, and the spiritual power was rapidly lost, from a thousand times Ke Mingde's spirit, shrunk to only a little stronger than him, and it is still weakening.

Ke Mingde searched for a day and a night, pulled all the rhizomes out of the soil, broke off the unburned trunks, and killed them all, without mercy.

Thor and the others wanted to come to help, but they were stopped by Ke Mingde, the hundred-legged insect died without stiffening, and the existing spiritual power of the demon tree was enough to hurt them.

Ke Mingde also assigned them a task to pacify the nearby tribes.

The magic tree that stood for thousands of years was burned, and the people of the Zaoliang clan who regarded it as a god and totem were panicked and lost their faith, and they took refuge in the magic tree.

Qishankong is familiar with everything here, and Ke Mingde sends him and Yufu to maintain order and guide the people.

"Leave me alone!"

Just as Ke Mingde reached out and touched the last root with a young shoot, the magic tree finally couldn't help but come forward.

"You and I have no grievances, why do you want to kill them all? You were born in the Funiu clan, I will withdraw the army and come back, and I will never attack again, I will treat you as a guest, and everything in the Zaoliang clan is at your disposal, women, wealth, you can have everything you want......"

The Qingmang ghost begged for mercy again and again, its spiritual power at this time was inferior to that of ordinary people, but the quality was extremely high, and it was at the level of a white-robed mage.

"There is no injustice and no revenge? For the sake of your own selfish interests, you have enjoyed blood and food, launched wars, ambushed corpses like mountains, blood flowed like rivers, and your crimes are extremely heinous, and it is difficult to write about them! I will eliminate the harm for the people today and return the people to a bright and blue sky!"

Ke Mingde is righteous and awe-inspiring.

He speaks from the heart.

He has lived for more than thirty years, experienced four worlds, and it is the first time he has seen such an anti-human behavior, when he heard about the endgame of the Yan clan and heard Qishankong tell about the crimes of the Demon Tree, he was a little angry, otherwise he would not have hurried overnight to help a person who had never known his life.

"You can't kill me!"

The magic tree changed color and was very flustered: "If you kill me, my doppelganger will inevitably retaliate against you, and you can only deceive my body and can't move, when the time comes, dozens of gods, men and demonic beasts will kill you together, and you will be able to escape to the ends of the earth, and it will be difficult to escape the dead." ”

"Doppelganger?"

Ke Mingde was about to destroy the last part of the Demon Tree's body, when he heard this, he stopped.

"Okay! If you don't kill me, I won't kill you! We don't ...... the river water from the two wells."

The magic tree was overjoyed and chattered.

“...... Curse you, that you will not die well, and I will break your bones and scatter them to ashes, and eat your flesh and drink your blood!"

Ke Mingde sneered, and had already uprooted the last stump.

"I won't kill you, you killed many of my ghost slaves, I will keep you to count!"

Ke Mingde said leisurely, not in a hurry to subdue the ghost of the Demon Tree, and watched its soul dissipate little by little.

He cut out the last plant in its entirety and inspected it inch by inch.

"This is it!"

Ke Mingde clasped his fingers and buckled a walnut-sized wooden tumor, which was the god bone that had just been formed.

"What the hell is your supernatural power? not hypnosis? is it a clone?" he played, rubbing off the wood crumbs.

“...... Don't think I'll tell you, I'm going to pull out your tendons......"

The magic tree scolded, but unfortunately it was short-sighted and lacked words, and it was those few sentences over and over again.

Ke Mingde put the wooden tumor into the space mirror, and breathed out a breath of true qi, forming a ghost control talisman and penetrating the soul of the demon tree.

With his current cultivation, he didn't need the assistance of any quiet room soul cultivation incense for a long time, and in less than a moment or three, the ghost of the demon tree had already obeyed, even if he was unwilling in his heart, under the manipulation of the ghost charm, he could only obey orders.

"Make your powers clear. ”

"My supernatural power is to separate a soul and borrow a corpse to return the soul......"