These trophies that can be deliberately left behind by the dryad are of course not ordinary mortals, at least at the level of runes—Huang Chang sensed through his spiritual sense, many of them were emitting mana aura, and although there was no aura sensing on the blades, he could see that the blades were still shining with cold light—after many years in this cold place, there was no trace of rust, which was obviously an extraordinary divine weapon. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Its style is also different from ancient times, and it is estimated that the dryad has been killed by killing opponents one after another over the years. Huang Chang even saw an iron battle suit in it, which was worn by Yao Xiu, the iron-clad swordsman he had seen earlier in the message jade slip.

“...... Sure enough, he was killed. ”

Although he had already guessed, Huang Chang's heart was still gloomy, after all, he was the same family. At this time, I only heard the strange voice of the tree demon grandmother who was ignoring the boy and woman sounded again:

"The little demon has been accumulated for a hundred years, all of them are here, and I just ask the two immortals to spare my life. ”

The dryad handed over these things to buy his life, and his reparation seemed to be very sincere. But Huang Chang didn't want to let it go - knock on the monster bamboo pole or something, I like it the most!

"The so-called 'hundred-year accumulation' is just this pile of garbage? What are you fooling me? When we Kunlun disciples haven't seen the world?"

Huang Chang put on a domineering posture like a disciple of a great sect - he can also be very arrogant when necessary. In the shrouded land of West Kunlun Mountain, pulling up the banner of "Kunlun Disciple" is definitely very effective, and the attitude of the tree demon has really softened a lot, and he said that he has never left the Moon Shadow Realm over the years, and can only collect items from people from outside, and there is really no more.

Huang Chang actually knew this - this tree demon was rare to cultivate completely in his true form, and had never turned into a human form. Therefore, these human artifacts are of little use to it, they are pure waste, and they are thrown out. And for this dryad who cultivated the method of yin ghosts, the really useful part of those intruders was actually their own corpses. Looking at the white bones where the ground was raised, there must have been a lot of victims who had died at the hands of the dryad over the years, and the number of people he had estimated was too conservative.

These victims must have been cultivated into zombie demons under their control, and such an army of ghouls is where the true power of the dryads lies. Huang Chang really wanted to extort the corpse of the old monk or the golden Buddhist scripture on his lap - it was definitely not ordinary to be able to resist a thunder rocket on his own. But when you think about it, you know that the dryad will never agree, and with this thing, it may be able to resist again, and if you hand it over, you will simply wait for death.

So after a little consideration, Huang Chang changed his goal. He stepped forward, picked up the bloodstained iron suit with the longbow in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"This is the legacy of our Kunlun Tongmen, hand over his body, and we will leave. ”

The dryad was silent for a moment, then hesitated:

"This ...... Shangxian Rongyu: Over the years, there have been a lot of outsiders who have invaded this place, and the little demon can't figure out who is who. ”

Huang Chang sneered, this was changed to an inexperienced righteous young man, maybe he really believed it, but he didn't want to hide it from him - in this mortal nether, a skeleton that has cultivated to the second heaven and is still a martial arts monk is already a good spiritual material for a cult monk who cultivates the way of demons and ghosts or the art of controlling corpses. And it wasn't too long, so he didn't believe that the dryad would be impressed.

"Either you hand it over yourself, or we'll find it ourselves—after we blow you to pieces. ”

Under the threat of the thunder rocket in Huang Chang's hand, the dryad really gave in:

"Okay, okay, please stay for a while......"

Immediately, the ground near the dryad began to churn up and down, as if a hand was rummaging for something underground. After a few moments, a thick tendrils emerged from the ground, and a naked corpse hung from its top. Countless tiny vines were inserted deep into the corpse's mouth, nose, ear nostrils, and even pyloric fecal tracts, and I don't know if it was used as a source of nutrients, or if it was pouring something into it, or both—it was certainly not a good thing anyway.

The whisker slowly pushed the corpse in front of Huang Chang, and the bloodshot vines were pulled out of the corpse one after another, and they retreated. This corpse is quite intact, and it is the appearance of the iron-clad swordsman Yao Xiu. Huang Chang could still tell from the corners of his still distorted mouth and round eyes that he was unwilling and angry before he died—this Yao swordsman should have fought to the last breath.

Suddenly, Huang Chang lowered his head, wiped the corner of the corpse's mouth without being dirty, looked at the adhesion on his fingers, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. After that, he didn't rush to stand up, but took out the talisman pen and cinnabar from the storage bag on his waist - a necessary thing for Taoist priests to walk in the mortal world, and drew a spell on the eyebrows, chest, dantian, perineum, and spring on the soles of the feet and other key parts of the corpse, and took out a few pieces of talisman rope to tie it up, all of which were taken to block and suppress - this corpse has been refined by the dryad, and God knows what is strange. If you take it with you without the slightest defense, then you will be called the old birthday star to hang himself - it will be a long life.

After that, he looked at the large stall of spirit stones and utensils next to him, smiled, took out a large piece of cloth, swept all those things into the cloth, and made a big burden. Then he took out the iron rod again, carried the burden on one end, and picked up the corpse at the other end, and said hello to Murong Ying:

"Let's go. ”

Then he carried the burden like an old farmer with a good harvest, and walked towards the other end of the wall hole, the direction of the exit of the pool. Behind him, the dryad trembled for a while with vine branches all over his body, as if he could not hide his anger. But in the end, he forcibly suppressed them and watched them leave indifferently.

After so long, the dark clouds that originally blocked the moon had long since dissipated, and the reflection of a bright moon appeared clearly in the pond again. Murong Ying stepped forward first to test it and confirmed that the exit was fine. Then let Huang Chang go first, and then he himself stepped in.

After a whirlwind, the two returned to the real world, and as they left, they seemed to hear the dryad howl of rage again, but who cared.

But as soon as I returned to the small garden at this end, I heard a commotion next to it. When I looked up, it was Wang Sheng crying, shouting "Xiaolan" while insisting on jumping into the pool. But it never succeeded - the honest Wu Daniu grabbed him by the collar with only three fingers, like carrying a chicken, and it was impossible to break free with Wang Sheng's small body. And Jin Rong stood next to him with his hands in his arms, looking like a good show.