The firebird pounced on the linden tree.

The flame made contact with the branches, and the branches quickly retracted back into the tree like frightened snakes, and the original towering tree suddenly shrank into a small mass and hung above Mr. Tree's head, and the scent of sandalwood in the sky became indefatigable.

"It smells so good!"

He Zhiqian inhaled the breath in the void vigorously.

"Old tree, don't resist, give up quickly, merge with your own weirdness, only in this way can you feel more powerful than ever, don't resist, the more you resist, the more painful it is, it's meaningless!"

He said with a smile.

"Less fucking alarmists!"

"Master Shu, you resist!"

Xue Mingyuan held a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, and staggered towards He Zhiqian from the side of the dirt slope, even if the innate true qi was locked, the fighting spirit was still there.

"Ahh

Mr. Tree let out a terrible cry.

Inside the pupil, a firebird is flying.

His nature was overcome, and his strength was inferior, so he could only hold on, feeling the pain of the burning fire, to be precise, the flame did not burn his body, but the Bodhi tree was able to pass on the pain to him.

It was a flame that acted directly on the mind, and the vitality of life was passing at an unimaginable rate.

What to do?

Really give up?

In this way, I become one with the Bodhi tree, there is no self-awareness, and there is no suffering, but it is only the tree that lives in that way, not Mr. Tree.

I'm not me anymore!

"No!"

Mr. Tree shouted.

The next moment, a branch poked out from behind him and grabbed Su Ningan on the side.

Dead friends don't die poor!

In the end, he chose to pass it on to others.

Xue Mingyuan?

This guy can't protect himself, so what he used to say is.

"Mr. Tree, you dare to ......"

When Xue Mingyuan saw this scene, his eyes widened, and he shouted loudly.

It's just that he has more than enough heart and no strength to come and stop Mr. Shu, what's more, even if he stops Mr. Shu, what can he do to stop He Zhiqian?

He gasped for breath and walked towards He Zhiqian.

He Zhiqian looked at him coldly, like looking at an ant.

On the other side, the branch grabbed Suningan.

In fact, Suningan was able to dodge.

Only, there is no need.

Come and don't be rude!

In the next moment, Suningan opened thirty-six acupuncture points, and the spiritual sense unfolded, entering the real world, and the internal and external circulation was formed, and the divine consciousness was like a tide, and it was connected with the branches of the Bodhi tree, so that the passing life vitality was locked.

"Humph!"

He snorted.

As soon as the thought moved, the panel emerged.

"Found an anomaly, seal? Recharge? ”

Two options appeared in front of Suningan, and without the slightest hesitation, he chose the second option.

Next, there is the tug-of-war.

The one who is strong wins!

At this time, Mr. Tree's half-withered and half-glorious face became more difficult to look at, and the baby-smooth half of his face was also decaying and aging, just like the Bodhi tree above his head, at this moment, the branches and leaves had dried up, like a dead tree.

Originally, he wanted to devour Suning'an's life vitality and offer it to the Bodhi Tree, so as to buy time and avoid the pain of falling.

I didn't think about it, I couldn't swallow it.

Not only that, but the source of life on the Bodhi tree's side continued to flow to Suning'an's side through his channel, and his own life source was also flowing towards Suningan.

The Bodhi tree naturally does not want to die, survival is instinctive, even if it is a weird one.

"Ahh

Mr. Tree let out a cry of pain.

At this time, Su Ningan walked up to him.

The horizontal knife fell.

The sword flashed, and the shouting disappeared.

Mr. Tree's head was different, his body turned into dead wood, and his head was the same, and the look in his eyes flickered slightly before dissipating, and it was blank.

The Bodhi tree above his head turned into a phantom, and was pulled into the system panel by Suningan, and the krypton gold was recharged, and it no longer existed.

Four days!

Plus Master Mei's origin, that is, seven days!

Su Ningan gained a total of seven days, and these seven days could be used to practice eight or nine Xuangong in the Dream Realm Martial Arts Arena, however, this was still far from enough.

Not to mention cultivating the Eight or Nine Xuangong to the Great Perfection, even the entry stage is not enough.

The advanced exercises that are difficult to cultivate not only become expensive and strange for things that require krypton, but also impossible to cultivate as quickly as low-level exercises.

In fact, Zhou Tianxingdou's movement chart is also a profound exercise, but Suningan took shit luck, and at that time he was in the sea of aura of drunken life and dreaming of death, so his realm advanced by leaps and bounds.

If he is in the real world, the speed will be much slower, even if he communicates with the acupoints in the real world, it is easy, but if the aura is insufficient, it will take a lot more time to fill his acupoints.

Eight or nine Xuangong is on the Zhou Tian Xingdou operation chart.

After all, one is just an exercise in the Enlightenment Realm, and the other is an exercise in the Refining Gang Realm, and if it is a higher realm, it will naturally require more resources.

It can be regarded as Suning'an's luck, in the spirit world, it is easy to encounter weirdness, if it is outside, there is no such good thing.

Seeing Su Ningan cut off Mr. Shu's head with a knife, Xue Mingyuan was stunned.

He stopped.

"Interesting!"

He Zhiqian smiled and shook the folding fan.

The firebird pounced towards Suningan.

Wanjun, the woman in red, appeared in front of Suning'an and greeted the firebird, and the next moment, the two fused together, and Wanjun flashed red.

It was clear that the Firebird could not restrain Wanjun.

"Interesting!"

With a snap, He Zhiqian closed the folding fan, the firebird disappeared, and then he opened the fan.

An archer came out of the fan and instantly grew larger.

He was dressed in a lily robe, wearing a hat, a firm chin, a straight nose, and although his eyes were hidden under the hat, he could also see that this was a very handsome archer, and he stretched his bow and arrow towards the woman in red.

Arrows are fired, formless and colorless.

Wanjun seemed to have been hit by an arrow and froze.

The eyes that had not had the slightest emotion flashed a trace of pain at this time, and the emotions that had disappeared were echoing with this arrow.

The system panel appeared in front of Suningan's eyes, flashing red.

There is information coming.

The contract is shaking.

He Zhiqian looked at Su Ning'an, and his smile remained unchanged.

An expression of what I see you can do.

Suningan lowered his head.

The moment he lowered his head, the flying sword flew out from the acupoint in the center of his eyebrows.

The golden light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the flying sword appeared in front of He Zhiqian, and stabbed towards the front door.

"Whoa......

The flying sword broke through He Zhiqian's face.

The whole person burst open, turned into a phantom, and flickered and disappeared.

Only the folding fan was still suspended in the void, and the next moment, the phantom was generated again, and He Zhiqian walked out of the void and held the folding fan in his hand.

It's just that, compared to before, it's obvious that the body has become a little more illusory, and it is no longer the same as a real person.

"Whew!"

The flying sword turned around and continued to fly towards him.

This time, He Zhiqian was prepared.

Folding fan shakes.

A golden-armored god leaned out and grabbed the flying sword.