The wind howled, roared, and reverberate. Suddenly, it came straight to the sky, and suddenly it rolled in all directions, as if it was sweeping with a magic hand. Chixiao's face trembled like a flower, and his divine sense was blown off as if he couldn't peep.

A net-shaped leaf shadow swooped in on him, and Chi Xiao hadn't reacted to what was going on. The "Feather Leaf Clear Silk Shield" slammed into the holy body, and the wave of rancid turbid air rushed away in the red sky, and sat heavily among the withered nets of the stumps and leaves.

Chixiao flashed up, and the "Feather Leaf Clear Silk Shield" stood in front of him, half squatting and half kneeling, holding the "Ruyi Xin" fan with one hand. Staring at the frightened eyes, staring at the black sky, the air with the wind roaring, the throat bursts of fishy breath surged.

Wow! A mouthful of essence blood spurted out, flying down between the dead yellow web leaves, and bursts of red blood gas. Since Chixiao entered the planting domain, although he has not been invincible, he has not encountered an opponent. I am not completely sure, and I have never taken it lightly.

One blow flew hundreds of feet, shaking the Danhai and spurting blood, which was the first time. The condensed armor of the "Cloud Covering Suit" has never been so vulnerable, and it bursts into a worm-shaped arc of light as if it were torn.

"Oh, haha. What a hard garment". In the whirlwind roaring branches, the sound of bitter sounds, like the howling of wolves, like the neighing of horses.

Chixiao was forced to curl up and kneel behind the battle shield, staring at the bloody eyes, and reaching out to wipe the bloodshot at the corner of his mouth. Chixiao thought about it step by step, but he didn't expect it to come so suddenly. I wanted to prop up the Holy Body, but I seemed to be crushed by a powerful divine sense, and I didn't have any strength in my legs and feet.

"Oh, haha. The saints of the holy city are all dead, and such a useless saint has come." The wind swirled and howled, whistling through the airspace of the wind, and roaring for help.

Chixiao wiped away the blood from his mouth, opened his mouth and wanted to scold back, wow, another mouthful of essence blood spurted out, immersed in the withered yellow veins. The red mist gradually rose, and the withered yellow veins were red.

"Oh. Haha, there's still a bite left." The curling wind roared around the red sky, blowing several net-shaped leaf shadows, hula and trembling with a terrifying roar.

"Hah, yes, it's your mother." Chixiao forcibly suppressed the fishy qi tumbling in his five internal organs and six abdomen. Several times the spouts came out, but they were suppressed back.

"Oh, haha, spit, spit". Chixiao's divine consciousness reverberated with strings, stinging and about to burst. The crystal light flashed on his wrist, and a vast recognition screen blocked the rolling waves.

In the dark and howling wind, a crisp sound sounded. The wind faded and he took a back breath. Half of the broken leaves condensed into the airspace, and the sparse leaf-shaped veins flowed down the black light, setting off the mottled shadows of the trees, like smoke and mist, dreamlike falling.

"Oh, haha. Such a strong divine sense, there have been cultivators in the Holy Realm for millions of years." The sound of the wind is getting farther and farther, and it covers this world sharply.

"Oh, haha. No matter who you are, leave another mouthful of essence and blood, or you will be beaten into a meatloaf." The whistling sound of the wind seemed to pause. Then the roar began, and the hula was approaching.

"Plantoyo. Half a wisp of spirit, although the realm is high, it can't be the power of the saint. Pretending to be a ghost is a bit too much." A wave of divine consciousness swept up the airspace, and the whirlwind retreated. Wandering far away, as if hesitating.

"Oh, haha, dead dragon spirit, hide in the water ring to scare Ben Zhizu. I only need a mouthful of blood to do with you." The wind roared angrily, as if scolding, as if crying instead of crying, howling, and choking the sky.

"Zhiyou, little saint, I'll keep it useful, how about opening the net"!

"Long Lu, you and I have been together for thousands of years, you eat me, drink mine, the ancestor is almost bloody, why are you in the way." The sound of the whirlwind became extremely sharp, and the black sky and the ground changed color, and the black arc flashed strangely, and it seemed that the entire black domain was bursting into anger.

"Zhiyou, you are not missing more than one mouthful, and you may not be able to take a million mouthfuls. It's not a bite to be missed." The wave of divine consciousness rolled up a ripple and collided with the four domains.

"Long Lu, you hand over the little saint, the ancestor waited for a thousand years before he met a pure yang saint, if you don't hand it over, the ancestor will turn his face." The whirlwind is approaching again. The Dao Dao Net-shaped veins came overwhelmingly, hissing and trembling.

"Zhiyou, if you want to fight, you cleared me out of the 'Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Grave' thousands of years ago, why wait until today." The Divine Consciousness Wave burst into laughter.

Chixiao covered his mouth, aware of the turmoil near and far, and the radiant light mask. I only heard the sound of whistling and flying, which came in cold and roared away. But for some reason he didn't attack again. The divine sense glanced at the mask and glanced at the glittering bead shadow on the "Ruyi Fan".

Tom! The battle shield slapped down on the withered red veins, and he sat cross-legged, withering, wisps of qi-curing red light from his fingertips to the Holy Body. The red light flashed, Chixiao's brows locked, the turbulent cyclone in the Danhai was not something that could be suppressed by the qi control, colliding with the five internal organs and six abdomen, slowing down the operation of the true qi slightly, and the rolling waves made the throat itch, and the blood and qi were tumbling. A mouthful of essence blood gushed back and forth, making Chixiao's mouth full of blood.

Wow! surged into the throat, and swallowed back. Wow! Pharyngeal! ghostly hidden. Chixiao's eyes burst red, covering his mouth with one hand and holding spells with the other.

The surging essence and blood qi could not be manipulated by Chixiao at all, and it seemed to be flickering in the light mask, roaring far and near, and the tide ebbed and flowed. Chixiao's black face, a moment of red light, and a moment of black water. "Mother, let the son spit out".

"Dragon Spirit, the little saint himself wants to vomit, why are you holding it down and not letting it vomit." The wind whined, like a lonely leaf on a stump branch.

"Zhiyou, the little saint still wants to press back, why did you make him vomit." The Divine Consciousness Wave did not retreat for half a minute, and the light wave flickered to block the gusts of wind and waves.

"Okay, damn, dragon spirit, I don't care about you, if you don't vomit, you won't vomit, there must be a condition for that bite." The sound of the wind roar gradually faded away, and the dragon spirit, the remnants of the wind roar had no way to do it, otherwise it would not be possible to provide for thousands of years.

Tens of millions of years ago, the Holy Clan invaded the Holy Realm, and the Holy Clan, the Zerg Clan, and the Zhi Clan fought in the four domains, and the war spread throughout the Holy Realm. The Zerg were defeated, the Orcs were divided, and the Plants migrated far away. The Ao Dragon Clan is a branch of the Sea Clan, and it is even more invincible to the Shengshi Holy Clan, and the Great Sage Dragon Qian is so broken that the body is divided into four domains. Half of the remnants fell here.

At that time, the "Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Tomb" had not yet been formed. Millions of years later, the Zerg invaded the plant domain. Fighting with the plant clan in the Soul Wandering Mountains, tens of millions of plants and insects scattered in the mountains. The wandering green mountains were devastated, and there was no longer any life, and the sky seemed to be sinking, and the rolling and muddy air engulfed this mountain area. Become the "Ten Thousand Souls Wasteland".

Counting, the dragon spirit is a sitting tiger, and the spirit of planting is scattered here after millions of years, which is regarded as an outsider. It's reasonable to be suppressed by the dragon spirit.

The white light of the light mask flashed, and waves of divine consciousness surged. "Zhiyou, don't talk about your conditions, I also know that it's too harsh, and the little saint can't complete it."

"Dragon Spirit, this time I changed, there are four old immortal insect concubines by the Qingguang Blood Pool, you can also see, during the war, I was all killed, hey! Let the little saint cut off a stone, break his blood shield, and take away the residual beads, whether it is boiled or eaten, refined or transformed." The remnant of the plant was hidden among the black rhizomes, sneering.

"Zhiyou, you are too greedy, it is better to give you a mouthful of essence blood, you are doing this, the little saint will die for life. I'm afraid that the remnant soul of the grub is accumulating blood faster than you, and it has already woken up, so you are not afraid, send good meat to its mouth." The waves of divine consciousness whispered coldly, blowing a cold air in the airspace.

"Okay, give me back a mouthful of essence blood, I'll let the little saint leave, you go, the ancestor has a way to deal with him, I don't want to leave the 'Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Tomb', and it doesn't want to leave." The whirlwind engulfed the remnants of the plant once more, and the sound of a wild roar roared from between the veins of the broken leaves. I just felt the calm red sky of Danhai. Wow! Uh-huh!

The dragon soul half-inhaled and pondered. For thousands of years, the soul of the plant and the soul of the insect have competed to absorb the essence blood of the planter, the insect and the sage, in order to refine the "Transformation Pill". Once this bead is refined, it can replenish the remnants of the soul, although the realm will plummet, and there is no more progress, at least you can escape from the "Ten Thousand Souls Barren Grave".

With the prestige of the two great cultivators in their own clan, it is not impossible to gather the natural treasures in the clan and come up with a way to recreate the body of plants and insects. For thousands of years, the dragon spirit has been a hindrance and has broken a lot of good things for the two families. There is no other meaning, the dragon spirit is also afraid of loneliness, and it is not easy to see the Formation Realm Planter and the Transformation Realm Insect Warrior, how can he run away?

Now, different, the dragon soul has found a companion and is about to move. The little saint is the best walker to move. If he spits on the essence and blood again, the little saint is afraid that he will wilt for a few months, and the dragon spirit can't afford to wait now!

Looking at the dead skin and lazy face in front of him, it seems that there is not much room for negotiation. "Zhiyou, you retire first, and I'll discuss it with the little saint."

Whew! The veins of the reticulated leaves in the sky gradually hide into the black rhizomes, the staggered space of the black lacquer dense roots is smeared with black luster, the sound of residual leaves, and the faint fragrance is accompanied by the cool wind, rubbing and falling.

The Dao consciousness wave in the light mask swayed, shining on the red sky with a black face.

Chixiao stared at bloodshot eyes, half-grinning and stunned. Eyes blinked. He stammered for a long time and said, "Dragon Holy Ancestor, let me go back and smash stones, there is no problem with the Dao, but what good do I have."

"I copy". The dragon spirit inadvertently cursed. "Little rabbit cub, and the ancestor also talked about the conditions, without the ancestor, you would have become a dry bone, do you think that the feet under your feet, the buttocks are all dry roots? Open your eyes and take a good look at what this is."

Several black dead roots flew up from Chixiao's side and smashed heavily into Chixiao's arms.

Chixiao looked closely through the faint pink shield light, buzzing! The scalp was numb, and the roots of the hair stood up, which were tortuous dead roots, like bones and marrow that had been sucked away, leaving black and withered bone skin.

"The little saint told you, although these are not the root bones of the Holy Clan, they are the bones of tens of thousands of insects, and the old ghost can send the essence blood of the Holy Clan to refine it into a 'Transformation Pill', you can watch it!" The pearl light flashed like a wave of water, illuminating Chixiao's face to change color. (To be continued......)