Seeing the yellow bird fly away, Zhang Di retracted his thoughts, glanced at the bloody and tragic battle scene around him, and said in his heart: "This place must be dealt with as soon as possible, and no one can find out." ”

However, before dealing with the aftermath, he still has to carefully check the condition in his body to see if there are any sequelae.

It turned out that he was hit by a fireball from Immortal Master Wang at that time, and he was absorbing the energy on the opponent's shield, and the true qi in the meridians was surging, and his chest was so uncomfortable that it seemed to explode, and he couldn't dodge at all.

According to the previous understanding with Zhao Fang, this blood nourishing pill is strong and strong, at least five or six times the medicinal effect of ordinary blood nourishing pills, coupled with the previous experiments on hares, feeding this pill and then dissecting the hare, the wounds on the hare's body can grow rapidly. Zhang Di planned to take the risk and try it to see if he could heal quickly with the help of the power of the pill after being hit by the opponent's fireball.

This bet really made him win, because Wang Xianshi threw out the fireball in a hurry, only the size of a walnut, so the power is not very large, only one-third of the power of the normal fireball technique. In addition, a large amount of true qi gathered in Zhang Di's chest also played a certain protective role.

After that fireball exploded in his chest, it only exploded a relatively shallow blood hole, and as a large amount of blood flowed out, the accumulated true qi was lost a lot, relieving the danger of his body's true qi being full and about to explode.

Speaking of which, without the help of the fireball technique of the Wang Immortal Master, it is very likely that Zhang Di would have died due to absorbing too much energy, which would have caused him to explode, which was really a blessing in disguise!

But after all, a blood hole was blown open in his chest, and Zhang Di couldn't move for a while, so he had to use Aoki Gong to urge the medicinal power and heal the wounds, while transporting the full energy in his body to the dantian as soon as possible, relying on the power of the mysterious heavenly book to try to resolve it.

At a certain moment, he suddenly felt a pop in the dantian, as if something had been punctured, and suddenly the congested true qi had an outlet, and it was vented all of a sudden, and he felt comfortable, fluttering all over his body, and every pore was stretched.

At that time, he didn't bother to think about what was going on, but he happened to notice that the yellow bird had jumped to his side, and he had long been very suspicious of the bird, so he manipulated the thorn rattan to take it down, so there was the later conversation.

After some examination, Zhang Di found that the injury on his chest had basically healed, and his movement was fine, and the true qi in the dantian was twice as thick as before, but it was not very stable, and it seemed that the part of the energy absorbed could not be completely fused.

"Alas, it's good for the Spirit Gathering Array to absorb other people's energy, but it's a pity that it's too troublesome to fuse. Zhang Di shook his head helplessly, knowing in his heart that if he wanted to consolidate his cultivation, he would have to continue for more than a month, and he would have to run Aoki Gong to slowly refine and fuse these external energies before he could have any trouble.

"Close!" he tried to put away the thorn rattan in the palm of his right hand, but he felt a restlessness of resistance, and the thorn rattan just swayed a little, not put it away.

He frowned, knowing that it was caused by absorbing too much foreign energy, and many of it entered this thorny vine, causing it to develop the consciousness of devouring the Lord, just like when it was refining it in the first place.

"Collect!" he concentrated on urging with all his might, and the thorny rattan stretched out enough to be a foot long, and then slowly withdrew it into his palm reluctantly.

Zhang Di couldn't help but feel a big headache, and after he went back, he had to try to use Aoki Gong to refine this thorny rattan again, otherwise it would be a hidden danger to keep it after all.

Looking up at the sky, the sky was still dark, and the goose feathers and snow were blowing non-stop.

Zhang Di knew that he couldn't delay any longer, so he first picked up the broken spirit hoe, used it to barely dig two large pits, buried the bodies of Song Baitong and his companions in it, and then carefully covered it with soil and snow.

As for the things of the two, Zhang Di honestly and unceremoniously put them away, a total of two carry-on waist bags, which contained hundreds of taels of silver and more than a dozen spirit stones, in addition to the spirit fist gloves of the big man and Song Baitong's spirit tool shooting crossbow.

This made Zhang Di quite happy in his heart, he finally didn't fight in vain, and the harvest was quite big.

It's a pity that the rainstorm pear flower needles were scrapped, and 100 black iron needles were shot all over the ground, many of them were shot into the bodies of the two, Zhang Di wanted to pick them up, but it was too troublesome to find them one by one, so he had to give up.

At last he came to the corpse of Wang Xianshi, and the thorn tree that had grown out had already blossomed and borne fruit, about five or six feet high, and there were five or six spiky fruits hanging from its branches, and at this time it seemed to sense his approach, and waved its branches at him, very unfriendly.

It turned out that Zhang Di was also inspired at that time, seeing that Immortal Master Wang was about to escape, the only way to stop it was to shoot the thorn seed engraved with the Spirit Gathering Array into his mouth, with this evil way of absorbing qi and blood, Zhang Di had a hunch that it should pose a great threat to Immortal Master Wang.

Who knew that Wang Xianshi was killed here, which really made Zhang Di feel chills, a thorn tree grew out of his body, and sucked up the nutrients, making people become humans, and everyone would be scared crazy. But maybe this is the second time I've seen someone dry, Zhang Di didn't have the same symptoms of vomiting and shaking as the first time, but just got goosebumps all over his body, and quickly regained his composure.

At this time, looking at this thorn tree, Zhang Di touched his chin, quite a headache, if he left it here, he was afraid that after being discovered, he would discover the secret of the Spirit Gathering Array, and if it was destroyed, he would have no way to start.

After squinting his eyes and observing for a long time, Zhang Di found a looming Spirit Gathering Array at the root of the thorn tree, and couldn't help but move his eyebrows, and when he had an idea, he suddenly quickly stretched out the rod of the spirit hoe and smashed it fiercely towards the Spirit Gathering Array.

Bang!

As the Spirit Gathering Array was mashed, a restless energy suddenly erupted, and the entire Thorn Tree suddenly exploded, pushing the air waves out of the ground for several feet.

When Zhang Di brushed off the dirt and snowflakes on his face, and turned his face to look, he couldn't help but look happy, the thorn tree was gone, a big pit was blown out of the ground, and even the corpse of Wang Xianshi was blown to pieces, only the five or six thorn tree fruits rolled down to the ground, and the skin was blackened and not damaged.

Zhang Di hurriedly swept all the remaining dregs into the big pit, and then covered it with dirt and snow, as for the five or six thorn tree fruits, he thought twice, or put them in his pocket, after this thing was broken, there could be more than a dozen seeds in it, which would be of great help to him in the next step of planting the spiritual field.

As for Wang Xianshi's relics, Zhang Di carefully checked through them, and got a storage bag, as well as a faint fluorescent spirit rune, Wang Xianshi relied on this thing to cover himself with a protective shield, no matter how Zhang Di attacked with a spirit hoe, he couldn't break it.

Zhang Di attached great importance to it, and carefully put the spirit rune into his arms, and couldn't help but be surprised: "I asked Xiao Er in Jubaozhai before, the most ordinary spirit rune also costs twenty spirit stones, this is the spirit rune used by the immortal master, but I am afraid that it will be more expensive!

As for the storage bag, the dark leather, I studied it for a long time, and I didn't know how to open it, I couldn't help but be a little annoyed, knowing that this was a storage bag for the immortal master, and if there was no special means, mortals would not be able to open it at all. In order to avoid a delay for too long, Zhang Di had to pack up first, planning to go back to the mountain and study it slowly.

Finally, after inspecting the battlefield, seeing that there were no more flaws, Zhang Di came to the grave of the three people, there were only three slightly raised hills, except for Zhang Di himself, no one knew that there were two body refiners and an immortal master buried below.

He stood quietly for a moment, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, as if he was lamenting that the three of them had done many evils and had finally received retribution, and he seemed to feel that he had killed again in order to survive, and this time the murder did not have much fluctuation in his heart, as if it was a matter as ordinary as eating and drinking.

He was a little surprised, when did he become so cold-blooded, shouldn't he vomit and cry, and tremble with fear?

But no, I just feel tired.

He raised his head and looked at the drowsy sky, and pieces of goose feather snow fell down on his face and hands, cold, just like the eyes of the immortal master Wang who couldn't close them, full of cold and dead air.

"Perhaps, this is the price of wanting to live in this world, right? Since you have embarked on this path, you will never be able to go back!" he meditated in his heart, his eyes became resolute again, he tightened his clothes, carried the broken hoe and the bag with him, and strode towards the distance.

Squeak, squeak, squeak......

Stepping on the snow and facing the cold wind, his figure became smaller and smaller, gradually turned into a black spot, and finally disappeared into the wind and snow......

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