The apple-sized, oval-shaped, fleshy surface of the skin had been punctured by the posterior needle, and blood flowed from the notch.

That's what that weird cry came from.

"What is this?"

Yao Huai walked over and asked.

This thing is alive.

"It's the dryad."

Agusu took it.

"It's really cunning." She sighed.

When the dryad first blew itself up, it was not a plan to end up together, but to attract everyone's attention with self-detonation, so as to separate its origin.

That is, this "seed", or demon pill.

The demon pill is here, as long as she gives the dryad time, she can make a comeback again.

It's a pity that it was discovered by Lu Yun.

Everyone suddenly sighed, who knew that this thing was one ring after another, and one accidentally fell for the other party's tricks.

Returning the things to Lu Yun, Agusu's fingers stroked the wounds on Lu Yun's body, and the wounds were healing.

The familiar power of Aoki made Lu Yun enjoy it and stretch his brows.

The demon pill was still trying to stumble and struggle in Lu Yun's hand, and the demon pill that had the last bit of wisdom left couldn't speak, and instinctively wanted to escape.

Lu Yun thought about it, simply wiped out the spiritual wisdom on the demon pill, and threw it to the earth.

"You should need it."

The wisdom is worn out, which is equivalent to the death of the Dryad, and the power contained in the Demon Pill can help the reconstruction of the Houtu Clan.

"Thank you ......"

Da Tu's expression was complicated, and he pinched the demon pill.

Behind him, the people of the Houtu tribe crawled out of the ground one after another.

In those dim eyes, the light of hope was ignited, just like the rising sun, with a heart-warming fire.

"Thank you...... Thank. ”

Lu Yun's leg was hugged by one person, Lu Yun recalled it, and remembered the other party's name, which was called Little Flower.

On the dirty cheeks of the little flowers, the dark eyes are round and prominent.

She smiled hard, holding a fruit in her hand and handing it to Lu Yun.

"Sister, sweet, eat ......"

The weak voice is very sweet, and in those eyes, there is the most sincere gratitude and love.

She didn't know what was going on.

But Brother Datu said that this sister is their benefactor and friend.

The little fruit was picked up by Lu Yun, and in the expectant eyes of the little flower, Lu Yun stuffed it into her mouth.

The little flower subconsciously took a bite, and the sweet taste made her head dizzy.

Lu Yun touched the other party's head.

"Well, you eat."

She crouched down and picked each other up.

The little girl in her arms held the fruit and nibbled on it in small bites, revealing curious eyes.

That's a newborn's exploration of the unknown.

As soon as the dryad is dead, the exit from the Deadwood Forest is easy to find.

There were the elders of the sect standing there, and when they saw them, they showed expressions of relief.

Lu Yun took the lead, and behind her, some disciples supported each other, and some learned Lu Yun, holding the young children of the Houtu clan, step by step, walking there.

Perhaps, this time the battle will be chosen here, not just for the sake of victory and defeat.

The cultivation realm is so vast, from ancient times to the present, I don't know how many ethnic groups have been wiped out in silence.

If it weren't for this fateful meeting, the next time I came here, the Houtu people would have become a trace that had never been seen in the long river of history.

But now they're standing here.

They met each other.

So here they are, too, leaving their own marks.

This time, the victory belonged to the Tibetan Sword Sect, and the rest of the sects did not dispute it.

When the confrontation was over, the crowd did not leave in a hurry, but were invited to follow Agusu to their tribe.

If nothing else, the Houtu clan will also be incorporated into them in the future, and slowly recuperate.

Life in the Guman Mountains is different.

Many monks experience it for the first time and have a lot of fun, and here, they leave aside their worries for a while.

Night falls in the mountains.

Bonfires are lit up, singing and dancing.

Lu Yun sat on a chair, eating food and playing with his communication jade.

She was waiting for her brother's summons.

When she came to the Guman Mountain Range, Bai Yao and the second senior brother Meng Lin also set off for the side of the Cold Mountain.

For Wen Ruyu's condition.

I don't know what happened to her friend now.

When you enter the mouth, you will be greeted by the crisp aroma of fruit wine.

Lu Yun stretched out his hand, caught the small flowers rushing over, and enjoyed this rare tranquility with the other party.

Passing the joyful crowd, Lu Yun's gaze was deeper into the mountains.

There was no trace of those elders at the bonfire party, and Aguyu, who now led the ancient barbarians, was not here.

In the end, those people disappeared in that direction.

Looks like the brawl is going to be a complete add-on.

"Why don't you take a look?"

Agusu touched Lu Yun's side and proposed, and his sly smile made the little flower shrink into Lu Yun's arms.

"What are you afraid of, I won't eat you again."

Agusu pulled the little girl over, ignored the little girl's pitiful face, and bullied her hard.

"Don't dare to go."

Lu Yun said it very bluntly.

Since returning from the Abyssal Sea, the upper echelons of the Nine Sects seem to have reached some kind of agreement.

At first, it was the treatment of the Hidden Sword Sect's god-killing sword, and this time, it was the Guman Mountain Range.

There are some things that the upper echelons hide from the lower echelons.

If they don't say it, it means that Lu Yun won't know if he asks, and he won't be offended.

"Senior Sister Lu."

Someone shouted Lu Yun, and turned his head to see that it was someone from the Holy Land.

The disciple of the Holy Land, who had always been out of the dust, had a respect in front of Lu Yun, and he handed Lu Yun something.

"This is what our Holy Son has asked us to bring to you."

After the last separation, Pei Geli returned to the Holy Land, and the relationship between the two was average, and there was no contact in the past.

Pei Geli asked people to bring things to himself?

Lu Yun raised his eyebrows and took it, it was a piece of jade slip.

"Thank you."

As she spoke, her sense reached in, glanced at it, and sat up straight.

Touching the thousands of knots on his wrist, Lu Yun's eyebrows were heavy.

Of the four fragments, only Qianjian's appearance was the least noticeable, wrapped around her wrist like an ordinary piece of jewelry.

And the secret of the fragment is now not only known to himself.

Through the Nanshan Dream Realm, Ah Li knew part of it, and the old man of the Holy Land seemed to know the abnormality in his body.

Now, it is estimated that the upper echelons of the Tibetan Sword Sect are also pondering.

But since those people didn't ask themselves, it means that they acquiesced to their secrets.

That's a good thing.

It's also a bad thing.

Because secrets cannot be hidden.

In the jade slip, it is the result of Pei Geli's divination hexagram to Lu Yun.

She will have a catastrophe, and it is unknown where she will be condemned.

What Pei Ge told him about the future of divination was that this catastrophe was related to her secret.

After a few turns of thought, Lu Yun's eyes returned to calm.

She believes in the divination of the Holy Land, and if she is restrained and cowered for this, then it is not Lu Yun.

Whatever was ahead, she just waited.

However, Pei Geli also brought a message to himself, a news about the continent on the other side of the Abyssal Sea, and about her.

There is a fragment, on the shore of the abyssal sea.