Hearing that familiar voice, the Nine Princes, who had no choice but to accept death without shedding tears, almost couldn't help crying. txt full works download/

That was the voice of Ho Wuxian!

Although, He Wuxian's words still make him so annoying.

However, it's better to be alive than to be eaten by the Dragon King Crocodile!

All along, the Nine Princes hated He Wuxian.

He hated He Wuxian for taking him and leaving the beautiful elven kingdom, going through risks and toiling along the way.

He hated He Wuxian even more for restricting his freedom, making him like a caged bird.

But until this moment, the Ninth Prince suddenly found that this guy didn't seem to be so annoying.

Come to think of it, it seems that that guy has never abused him, and he helped the elven kingdom destroy the bird-people.

What's more, that guy also saved his life a few times.

Thinking about it, the ninth prince suddenly felt that He Wuhate this person was actually very good.

His previous views and prejudices about He Wuxian seem to be a little undeserved.

However, as soon as this thought flashed through his heart, the inherent pride made him immediately extinguish this thought.

At this moment, He Wuxi's voice sounded again.

"Hey, little one, play dead, don't you?"

Hearing this, the Ninth Prince was immediately sure that this guy was still so hateful.

He suddenly opened his eyes and glared at He Wuxian angrily: "You want to take care of it?"

He Wuxian was speechless, innocently spread his hands, turned around and left.

He really didn't care about the Nine Princes, and turned around to deal with the Dragon King Crocodile.

At that moment before, seeing the Dragon King Crocodile's bloody mouth, he wanted to tear the Nine Princes apart.

He Wuxian appeared in time and blocked the earth-shattering blow.

Subsequently, Xiao Qinglong and Lu Lalu started a fierce battle with the Dragon King Crocodile.

Although the size of the dragon king crocodile is huge, it is pitifully small under the body of the little green dragon.

As soon as the little green dragon swung its tail, it flew the dragon king crocodile dozens of miles away, and smashed it into the river with a "poof".

When He Wuxian arrived, Xiao Qinglong and Lu Lalu had already beaten the Dragon King Crocodile half to death.

Under the fury of the dragon king crocodile, he was about to fight back, but He Wuxian had already killed.

"Hand of the Gods!"

The colorful giant hand that covered the sky and the sun fell from the sky and instantly blasted the dragon king crocodile into the bottom of the river.

The mighty river stirred up terrifying waves that were thousands of feet high, spreading out in all directions with incomparable force.

The tail of the dragon king crocodile was directly broken, and the wounds and cracks were all over the body, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

The surging river immediately became blood-red.

Under the heavy blow, the dragon king crocodile no longer dared to fight, and immediately fled.

But how could no hatred make it happen?

The little green dragon spewed out hundreds of purple thunderbolts, blocking the water of the Baili River.

Suddenly, the seriously injured Dragon King Crocodile was scorched black by the thunder, and writhed violently and twitched.

At this time, He Wuxian was already holding the blood-drinking knife and slashed out a day-shattering sword.

"Five Elements Destroying God Slash!"

The huge sword slashed the head of the Dragon King Crocodile in an instant, smashing it to pieces.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, countless pieces of minced flesh mixed with blood burst out.

The huge corpse of the dragon king crocodile gradually sank to the bottom of the water.

"Ding! Kill a Dragon King Crocodile and gain 900,000 experience points. ”

"Ding! Trigger the sword soul of the divine weapon effect, and the blood-drinking demon knife absorbs the power of the target's soul and condenses it into a strange beast sword soul. ”

At this point, the sword soul in the blood-drinking knife has once again recovered to the four realms, all of which are alien beast sword souls.

After solving the Dragon King Crocodile, He Wuxian turned back to find the Nine Princes.

However, the river was empty, and there was no trace of the Nine Princes in sight.

He Wuxian spread his divine sense, searched around, and found that the ninth prince was lying at the bottom of the river hundreds of miles away.

It turned out that the huge waves that burst out from the previous battle stunned the seriously injured Nine Princes.

He was swept away by the waves for a hundred miles before sinking to the bottom of the river.

Seeing that the Ninth Prince was lying in the mud and sand at the bottom of the river with his eyes closed, He Wuxian stretched out his hand and scooped him up.

Subsequently, He Wuxian harnessed the little green dragon and returned to the Giant Clan tribe with Lulalu and the Nine Princes.

After returning to the Giant Clan, He Wuxian lived in Lulalu's house.

Lu Lalu was very enthusiastic, admired and respected He Wuxi, and entertained him for two days.

He Wuxian wanted to send some gifts to Lulalu to thank him for his hospitality.

However, treasures such as pearl gems, spiritual equipment, and martial arts techniques are not needed by Lulalu.

In the end, He Wuxian remembered one thing.

Lularu and Millie are in love, but they are both shy and introverted, and they haven't pierced the window paper between each other.

So, He Wuxian decided to help Lu Lalu, a fool.

With a little trick, he made Lularu and Millie do something shameful on a moonlit night.

The size of the two giants was too big, and when they did embarrassing things, they moved very loudly, like an earthquake, which made He Wuxian amazed.

After the raw rice was cooked and cooked, the two naturally became husband and wife.

The three days were quickly over, and after Roque and Lucson were ready, they finally led their people to the temple to hold a ceremony to worship the heavens.

In the eyes of the giants, the fountain of life is a gift from heaven.

To access the holy spring, it is necessary to hold a grand and solemn ceremony to pay tribute to the gods.

He Wuxian stood in the crowd boredly, listening to Lu Sen sacrificial prayers and reciting lengthy sacrifices, and watching the giant clan hold a tedious ritual to worship the sky.

Finally, after the ritual was over, Roque led him into the temple.

The Holy Spring is in the heart of the temple, protected by a heavy formation, and guarded by a team of giants.

When Roque opened the door, the crowd entered a sacred and solemn hall.

In the center of the hall, there is a high altar.

At the top of the altar, a dark golden dragon extended.

According to Roque, this statue of the dragon is the messenger of the gods.

The holy spring of the heavenly gods' gift flowed from the mouth of the dark gold divine dragon.

Underneath the dragon's mouth, there was a small pool, which was almost dry and only had a small handful of water.

That's the fountain of life that He Wuxian dreams of!

The water droplets are crystal clear, immaculate, and emit a soft multicolored divine light, containing mysterious and powerful energy.

Lu Sen held a small white jade bottle and walked in front of the dark gold dragon.

After bending down and bowing three times, he stretched out his hand and shot out a piece of Yuan Force, wrapped a drop of holy spring, and put it into a white jade bottle.

Then, he held the white jade bottle and handed it to He Wuxi.

"Young man, this is the favor of the gods, and you must be pious and grateful. ”

"......" He Wuxian was speechless for a moment, his face froze, and he secretly scolded in his heart: "Grateful for a hair?

It is true that he came to take the fountain of life to recreate the twelve martial gods.

A drop of holy spring can only revive a martial god at most.

It's just that he can only think about this kind of thing in his heart, but he can't say it.

He took a deep breath and calmed down before smiling.

"Lu Sen sacrifice, I want the Fountain of Life to have something extremely important, this drop of the Holy Spring is not enough!"

Lu Sen was stunned for a moment, and was hesitating, then Roque nodded and said, "It's okay, young man, you saved Lu Lalu's life and saved the most talented warrior of our clan." With this kindness, we can give you one more drop of holy spring. ”

"But two drops aren't enough......"

"Uh......" At this time, not only Lusen, but even Roque was stunned.

After a pause, Roque asked tentatively, "Then how much do you need?"

"At least twelve drops. He replied without thinking.

"Twelve drops?at least?!" Roque and Lu Sen's faces suddenly became a little embarrassed.

"Young man, you have also seen that the holy spring is very precious, and it takes a thousand years to condense a drop. The spring water in the holy pool is the savings of our clan for more than 10,000 years, and it only adds up to ten drops. ”

"Twelve drops of holy spring, even if we are willing to give it to you, there are not so many in the holy pool!"

Hearing Roque's words, He Wuxian glanced at the holy pool again.

Sure enough, that handful of holy springs were indeed pitiful, as if they would evaporate at any time.

He Wuxian never thought that after a lot of hardships, he finally came to the land of reincarnation.

After many tests, it seems that he is about to get the fountain of life, but this is the result.

"What should I do?"

Roque thought about it and came up with a compromise.

"Young man, it might as well be like this. ”

"The Holy Spring condenses one drop every thousand years, and if you want twelve drops, come once every thousand years in the future. ”

For Roque, this is already a great concession and favor.

After all, the holy spring is incomparably precious, and it is difficult for ordinary people to find a drop.

Luo Ke was willing to give He Wuxian twelve drops of the Holy Spring, even if it was to take it in batches, it was also a great affection.

But how could you wait so long without hatred?

"One drop in a thousand years, twelve drops is 12,000 years? ”

"By the way, Patriarch Roque, isn't the legendary Sacred Spring full of holy pools that never dry up?

Speaking of this, a look of amazement appeared on the faces of Roque and Lu Sen Priest.

The elderly Lucerne sacrificed with a look of memory on his face.

"It is not a legend that the holy spring fills the holy pool and never runs out. Thousands of years ago, in the primeval era, the holy spring was indeed like this. Because, at that time, the holy spring was complete, and in the mouth of the dark gold divine dragon, there was also a divine object, the Holy Sea Spirit Bead!"

"It's a pity that in the primeval period, there were demon gods who invaded the land of reincarnation. In order to protect the safety of their people, the ancestors of our clan went to fight with the strong demon gods, and finally both fell. ”

"The Holy Sea Spirit Bead is the core of the Holy Spring, and it is carried by the ancestors to protect it. After the fall of the ancestors, the Holy Sea Spirit Bead was also missing. Since then, without the Holy Sea Spirit Bead, the Holy Spring has gradually dried up and dried up, and it can only be condensed for a thousand years. ”

The story of the primeval times told by the Lucerne sacrifice moved everyone present.

The giants all showed sad and indignant expressions, secretly clenched their fists, and hated the extraterritorial demon gods to the extreme.

However, He Wuxian's expression was a little strange.

His eyes widened suddenly, and after he was stunned for a moment, a light suddenly flashed under his eyes.

He opened the space package, took out a blue bead from it, held it in his palm, and asked with a smile.

"Lu Sen sacrifice, the Holy Sea Spirit Bead you are talking about, is it this?"