One hundred and one, do you want to be buried

The Divine Wood Spirit that reacted, the whole spirit was not good.

What do you mean it only hurts?

After the pain, his wood spirit is gone, right?!

At the moment of life and death, he hurriedly conveyed a scream with his spiritual sense: "Ahhh

Lin Xuanzhen paused, she hadn't used her strength yet!

In fact, she had a better choice, the Divine Wood Tree sap in the Sealing Spirit Bottle made of a Wood Spirit Crystal, she hadn't used it yet.

She wanted to crush and squeeze the juice of the Divine Tree Seed transformed by the Divine Wood Spirit as flower fertilizer, in addition to not being sure whether the bottle of tree sap would be effective if it was poured down, she also wanted to get more reliable information from the mouth of this Divine Tree Spirit, whose mind was more complex than Xiao Cang.

Regarding the effect of the Divine Tree sap and the matter of the cultivation of plants and trees, there should be no one in this cultivation realm who knows more than the Divine Wood Spirit.

"I have a way to make that blood-colored yarrow grow into essence quickly!" the Divine Wood Spirit said.

He thought that he had seen through the human race, and he didn't dare to casually reveal his use value.

Lin Xuanzhen motioned for it to speak carefully, she decided to listen to it first, and if she was not satisfied, she could continue to juice and feed her little nephew.

The Divine Wood Spirit escaped, his mind turned slightly, and he said, "As long as I sign a reciprocal contract with that yarrow, that yarrow can transform into a human in advance." ”

Lin Xuanzhen was slightly surprised, and asked directly, "There is such a good thing, what can you get?"

Shenmu Ling also understood that his life and death were in the hands of this female cultivator, and he didn't dare to lie.

The strange fire of this female cultivator was enough to make it afraid.

"This yarrow can be seen to have spiritual sense, what it lacks is nourishment and vitality, and what I lack is a place to live. As long as we sign a reciprocal contract, we can share life and shelter, what a good thing!" said the Divine Wood Spirit.

If he does what he says, he will get far more benefits than he says.

Although he didn't dare to lie, concealing it was not a deception, Shenmu Ling thought a little proudly.

The Divine Wood Spirit, like all living beings in this cultivation realm, instinctively strives for its own interests.

After Lin Xuanzhen heard this, she didn't believe it, it was about the resurrection of the little master and nephew, and she didn't dare to be sloppy.

In this Shenmu Sect, the people he came into contact with were people like Yu Qingqing, Shen Huaiyuan, and Yu Ming, who knows if he has learned badly.

Lin Xuanzhen chuckled and refused: "Oh, why am I so unbelieving?

If she can directly squeeze life to solve it, why should she take the risk?

There is only this one little nephew!

As soon as Shenmu gave birth to spiritual consciousness, he felt for the first time what it means to cry without tears.

Lin Xuanzhen saw that he was no longer transmitting, and put his hand on the yarrow again, and he was about to exert force.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, and I still have a way!" The Divine Wood Spirit almost went crazy, it remembered that after the vitality in its body was extracted, the female cultivator also took the last spirit sealing bottle.

Obviously there is a better one, why should he go far and hurt the body with only a seed, and he who is farther away from becoming a essence?

"When I was in the Shenmu Sect before, the bottle of tree sap that Yu understood took from me was enough. ”

He originally planned to bind a contract with that yarrow plant, so that he could not only use the help of this female cultivator to become a sperm in advance, but also have a younger brother.

Hearing the Divine Wood Spirit mention the Divine Wood sap in the Spirit Sealing Bottle, Lin Xuanzhen's heart was relieved, and he asked as usual: "That Divine Wood Sap, can it really promote this yarrow to become refined in advance?"

Shenmu Ling was frightened by the female cultivator's behavior of pinching seeds and trying to squeeze the juice at every turn.

His careful thoughts that tried to harm others and benefit himself did not dare to think about it again in front of this "unreasonable" nun.

He gave up and said, "Generally speaking, that's it. ”

The spiritual sense of the Divine Wood Spirit was only slightly stronger than that pale fire, and now that he had finished saying what he knew, he was still facing the situation of being crushed and used as fertilizer, so he simply gave up struggling.

Lin Xuanzhen was still not at ease, and pinched the seed again.

It's just that this time, the Divine Wood Spirit didn't react other than to collapse and cry loudly.

Seeing this, Lin Xuanzhen finally believed what Shenmu Ling said.

She set aside the seed that the Divine Wood Spirit had turned into, drew a simple formation, and trapped him on the stone table.

When the little nephew absorbed the sap of the Divine Tree, if it could really be successfully transformed into a refined form, she would plant the Divine Tree on the Five Thunder Peaks, pour more spiritual liquid, bask in the sun, and set up a formation to protect it.

With great expectations, Lin Xuanzhen poured the sap of the entire Divine Wood Tree of the Spirit Sealing Bottle into the bath barrel.

The blood-colored yarrow that was often attached to the vine quickly absorbed all the sap full of life, and the yarrow itself had been brewing for a long time before it changed.

A new leaf emerges at the tip and grows extremely slowly.

One after another, and then seven leaves and then there was no movement.

Lin Xuanzhen was looking forward to the yarrow blossoming and fruiting with joy, but unfortunately he didn't even see the buds.

She had to pick up the Divine Tree Seed again, pointed to the yarrow and asked, "It's different from what you said, not only did it not become refined in advance, but it didn't even produce buds!"

The Divine Wood Spirit was also confused.

Although his tree has never encountered yarrow essence, in his inheritance memory, the sap of the building tree in ancient times was able to ignite other plants and trees into essence.

He originally thought that he would be the first to become a spirit in the grass and tree world since the war between gods and demons, and he was a little dissatisfied with the thought of being preempted by a strange yarrow plant.

But now this situation is not a matter of dissatisfaction, but a matter of not being able to save one's life.

"I really don't know, I'm just a Jianmu Spirit who hasn't become a master for tens of thousands of years. Shenmu Ling put down his pride as a Shenmu and said.

He was so angry in his heart, although he didn't have any effective means of attacking, it didn't prevent him from secretly scolding this female cultivator.

The aura in the cave suddenly became stronger, and Lin Xuanzhen immediately understood what was going on.

She knew that she might have forced the Divine Wood Spirit into a hurry, and sighed as she looked at the blood-colored yarrow.

Since this little divine tree sap is not enough, let's make a little more.

"Divine Wood Spirit, do you want to be buried?" Lin Xuanzhen asked the Divine Wood Seed.

Of course, it is good to be able to enter the earth, Shenmu Ling replied without hesitation: "Of course you want to!

But he was still very vigilant, adding: "I feel very weak now, I am not in good shape at all, and I will die if I squeeze one more drop of sap!"

It's not going to bury him, raise a small sapling and then squeeze the juice, right?

That's better than being crushed and used as flower fertilizer now!

"You're smart! yes, I decided to plant you. You've got to grow up and grow more leaves. If you don't have enough leaves, cut down your trunk. ”

“...... Well, you can. "The Divine Wood Spirit had no choice but to respond.

Fortunately, it's just a leaf, and he can work hard to grow it, and when he's bald, he'll be bald.

Unlike Yu Ming, extracting a drop of tree sap a day is what kills him.