The sapling on the top of Jiang Yong and Jia's head has withered, but the physique is really average, and a three-inch seedling has grown in the blink of an eye, but the complexion is much better.

Xin Zhuo said his thoughts, and the two of them did not agree, and ran into the distance with dozens of flowers.

An hour later, dozens of great venerables of the major sects arrived with small saplings on their backs, and they couldn't care less about being reserved, and saluted one after another: "Please King Qin, help!"

Xin Zhuo waved his sleeves and took out the blade: "Want to live?" Ten for a flower, Tong Su is not bullied! ”

A group of Great Venerables glanced at each other, didn't say a word, and went straight into the distance.

Not long after a group of people left, dozens of masters of the four major sects, such as Xiao Mu, Qingtong, Bai Weng, and Dugu Hongye, rushed over, but these people were indeed strong, and the small tree on their heads was only as thick as their fingers, and it seemed that they could hold it for a while.

glanced at Xin Zhuo, approached slowly, laughed, and saluted together: "Please also ask His Royal Highness King Qin to help!"

Xin Zhuo looked at the few flowers left in the bag and said with a smile: "It's easy to say!" Twenty blades each! ”

Qing Tong's face changed slightly: "Why do others only need ten, but we need twenty?"

"That's right!" Xiao Mu said: "King Qin must know that there are not too many blades in this forest, often there is only one within ten miles, where did so many blades come from?" Isn't that what a strong man does? ”

Xin Zhuo smiled: "There is no other reason, I see that you are unhappy!"

Very direct, very crisp disdain.

Feng Wuxian said coldly: "I admit that King Qin is indeed resourceful, and his observation of Julie Mountain is much better than ours, but why should he not save him when he dies and deliberately embarrass him?" Even if we are not your opponents, once you die, out of this mountain, how can the ancestors of the world's sects spare you? ”

"Na! I like you guys who don't hurt or itch anymore! ”

Xin Zhuo waved his sleeves: "Now thirty one!"

The faces of a group of people changed slightly, and Xiao Mu barely squeezed out a smile: "Twenty is twenty, it's reasonable!"

"Forty!" Xin Zhuo slowly arranged his long tangled hair.

A group of people were short of breath and their faces were cloudy, and they suddenly turned around and walked into the distance, no longer pressing.

"Backbone!"

Xin Zhuo smiled, and took out two more flowers and gave them to Su Miaojin.

Minutes and seconds passed.

A group of Great Venerables came and went, frantically scavenging blades for flowers and seeking life.

Between life and death, the potential of a person is unlimited, why bother is a great venerable realm martial artist, a few hours later, Xin Zhuo has already received a pile full of blades.

"One, two...... Thirty-seven...... One hundred and eighty-six ...... Three hundred and twelve......"

Su Miaojin counted three or four times like a money fan, and finally looked up at Xin Zhuo: "Four hundred, is it enough?"

It's hard to say whether it's enough or not, because no one knows what the next level is, where the channel is, and what the blade is used for.

Xin Zhuo stretched his waist and was about to speak, when he heard a piercing bird's cry suddenly coming from the north, which was very abrupt in this place where there was nothing but rain and fog.

Su Miaojin was stunned for a moment: "This is ......"

"I'm afraid the passage is coming!"

According to the hour, if there are no flowers, these more than one hundred and fifty great venerables are only afraid of dying, since Julie Mountain has left life for martial artists, it must be this time, put up the blade, and pulled Su Miaojin: "Go!"

The two went straight to the north of the dense forest, and walked more than 100 miles, only to see a strange flaming red plane tree in front of them, squatting on a colorful bird the size of a buffalo, like a phoenix, and its tail feathers were almost dragged to the ground.

It's just that there is no passage portal after scanning around, and the big bird has no intention of leaving, a pair of round children look in one direction quite spiritually, and then look in the other direction.

"It's supposed to be summoning other Great Venerables!" Su Miaojin looked into the distance behind him.

Really! After a while, Jiang Yong, Jia Yikong, Yuan Chengfeng and other thirty-six people arrived, still holding saplings on their heads, breathing rapidly, and they didn't know why.

Xin Zhuo's face was a little weird, looking at the movement of the birds on the top of the tree, I don't know if Xiao Mu and those people are dead, if the whole army is wiped out, I am afraid that this bird and finch should fly away from the branches and lead the way in front.

But the birds still didn't move, they were still calling.

After another stick of incense, the dense bushes behind him trembled, as if a group of Mengbeasts were coming, and then ......

I saw twenty-three "big trees" staggering towards them, Xiao Mu, Qingtong, Feng Wuxian and others almost became tree people, their complexions were shriveled, their faces were gray, their faces were gray, and their eyes were blank.

At first, they should have been more than fifty people, and half of their lives and deaths were in this time, but it also indirectly showed the strength of the vitality of the remaining people.

Xin Zhuo secretly stretched out his right hand.

A group of people were alert, and a strong martial arts momentum suddenly surged out of their shriveled bodies, fighting for their lives.

At this moment, a gust of wind rose in the same place, and I saw that the bird on the plane tree suddenly flapped its wings and flew into the distance.

It's leading the way away, and it's fast.

Xin Zhuo had no choice but to give up for the time being, pulling Su Miaojin to follow.

The bird flew faster and faster, and flew smaller and smaller, but fortunately it was high enough to see clearly.

After half an hour, the trees became scarcer and scarcer, and when you completely stepped out of the dense forest, there was a sandy beach in front of you, and the dense forest behind you was like an island.

A few miles to the opposite side, there were three small cabins, and three miles behind the wooden houses was an endless sea of blood.

When they arrived here, the saplings above everyone's heads disappeared in the blink of an eye, including Xiao Mu, Qingtong and others, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and sat down.

The second level is over, and the fairy spirit is coming!

This gave everyone a kind of bitterness and the pleasure of starting to enjoy the results, but someone who was interested counted the number of people and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

When they entered the forest, there were one hundred and fifty-two Great Venerables, and now there are only sixty-one people left, but the inexplicable forest has killed fifty-one people!

Of the fifty-one people who died, which one of them was not the ancestor of the Megatron side, who was filial piety, extremely talented, and exquisite?

It's hard not to give birth to a feeling that the martial realm is as deep as the sea, and the morning is dying at night!

Then he looked at Xin Zhuo, with a hint of gratitude on his face, if it weren't for His Royal Highness King Qin, how many people would be left now, and he was still talking.

It's just that Xin Zhuo's face was extremely complicated at this time, and even gave birth to a bit of jealousy, the immortal qi was a qualification for others to enter the earth immortals, and it was a holy object for great replenishment, but for him, it was a life talisman.

It's just this kind of thing, you can't avoid it!

While he was thinking about it, the immortal qi in all directions shrouded him like a cloud.

Not surprisingly, more than half of it fell on the top of Xin Zhuo's head, followed by Su Miaojin, and the rest were just a shallow trace.

I don't know how this mountain is judged, Xin Zhuo took Su Miaojin cat to yin people in the tree cave, but he was still the first and second.

This made Xiao Mu, Qingtong and even Jiang Yong and Yuan Chengfeng a group of people who searched for blades everywhere, their cheeks trembled slightly, and they were greatly envious, it stands to reason that they are better.

Seeing that the rich immortal qi had reached the top of his head, Xin Zhuo's mind turned sharply, and he simply summoned the Moon Well and put it on top of his head.

This kind of mist-like thing can't be sacrificed to the spirit, but if it is absorbed like the moonlight, isn't it......

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"Hum—"

The immortal qi instantly rushed into the Mochizuki Well.