MTL - So What If You’ve Been Reborn?-Chapter 325 Spirit

The gray and black smog shrouded the four wild, dry old trees, and the bare branches bent and bent, and they thought they were dead trees, but when they noticed someone passing by, the branches immediately followed. network

There are countless fireflies in the trunk, different forms, a pair of empty eyes, staring at the release and others.

The beast that was originally tracked in the back was shocked away by Bi Fang. Only the unscrupulous demons were left. When they saw the dead trees, they suddenly rejoiced and took out the magic weapon to collect those fireflies.

The shadow of the firefly was immediately scattered, turned into a light smoke, and re-drilled into the trunk.

"Cultivate the soul wood."

In the three hundred years of the imperial palace above the Kunlun, in addition to cultivation, it is also possible to understand the things of the fairy world.

"The immortals who are going to rob the family are willing to spend all their lives, and they have to protect their souls. Although they are only useful for Xuanxian, they are very rare in the fairy world. Half a year ago, half of the trees were sold in Kunlun, less than a day. Was it snapped up?"

"So, do we have a rich man and a teacher?" Nan Hongzi touched his chin and asked, "Is there a fish in the fire in the stone? Is there a sheep for the teacher?"

"I'm afraid I can't."

The release of his master's expectation is ruthlessly ruthless: "The soul of the soul is dark and purple, and the vitality is endless. What about this?"

A strange plant twisted the trunk, like a silent cry that stretched out into the sky when it was dying. The fireflies were tens of thousands of points, squatting on the branches, lingering in the darkness.

This is no longer a soul-receiving wood, but a prisoner's soul wood. The dead monsters and sorcerers are here to suffocate and want to regain a body.

"The fairy world is different from the human world. At least, you are here."

Will not be easily scared off, even if you remain awe, afraid to cause trouble and escape, and my heart is also unwilling.

"This is a good thing. Remember the swearing of the swearing mountain that was swearing to kill the singer?" Nan Hongzi looked at the fireflies and gave it to the area. "It looks like perseverance, but That is the epitome of the fairy world. Everyone has an unwilling heart. If you are poor and do nothing, look for a mountain without people, and the days will pass. Once you get the baby, every one will become such a person."

This is not bad, it is not good.

The order of the fairy world is more difficult to establish than the human world.

Once I have done a good job, my mind is harder to adapt to the bad places.

If the fairyland is like a squid, it is only a cage. Then the fairyland outside the enchantment is the world that the celestial people strive to create. There are disputes, but no matter what can be done. The original robbery inside the enchantment is the appearance of the prisoner. These detached worlds exist in the world, killing each other and never having a day.

The robbery was not completely absurd.

I absorbed the spiritual planting of chaos, and just got a little bit of it, I was smashed.

The three men came out all the way, and they were shocked to walk a lot of such foraging beasts. The roots of Lingzhi were excavated. In the past, there was no reservation for the future, and they could give themselves strengths as soon as possible. Who knows Can you live to the future?

If there is no mature fruit, it will be eaten by mistake, and it will be thrown away along with life.

Of course, this also breeds a kind of monster, which is specially lurking next to Lingzhi to wait for the rabbit.

The flames have been silent, and these life and death have made him more unclear.

Why does the demons weave such a fairyland? Isn't it the more perfect, the more indulgent the better?

Once the Daxueshan North Xuanpai, he had never waited for a day, and the site was still there. He had searched.

When the demons shouldn’t turn him into a teenager, the three men and the masters will recover the North Xuan faction?

Or more simply, time back, the North Xuan faction has not been destroyed, they are leisurely on the snowy mountains, everything is silent, is it better?

"Fur faster."

Nan Hongzi was a little uneasy. He stared at the dark sky. He always felt that the party would not give up easily. When it came back, it would be more difficult.

Seven thousand miles, for the immortals, is not a particularly long distance.

But there is no light here, it is difficult to tell the direction.

Suddenly, the flame suddenly felt his feet sink, and the body seemed to be sucked up. When he looked down, he saw a huge scorpion-like monster in the mud, and the inflated belly showed that it was absorbing chaos.

"Avoid!"

There is no need to remind me that the flames have seen many monsters in the world. Those tricks come and go, they can't get rid of their original shape.

The black and purple poisonous mist that spurted out of the cockroach smashed into a giant ball, which was opened by the flame.

Looking down at the bow knife, I feel that this weapon is unsatisfactory (after all, it is a fairy), but the body is somewhat different, the strength is far better than the past, but in wartime, there is no flexibility in memory.

- The demons want him to think that this is the fairy world, but can't give the equivalent strength?

The knife that lifted away from the flames of the flames again confuses the poisonous mist, and falls to the ground. The foot of the flame is stepping on the door of the camphor, and the fire in the stone reveals a painful look.

It’s not uncomfortable. It’s the muddy feeling of the muddy body, which makes it feel too bad here.

The mud rolled and was not contaminated by the flame body. He controlled the strength and adapted to the strength of the body. The magic repair was originally used for the aura. Chen He had some insights from the water vein.

The endless stream of chaos gathers in his palm.

The flame can't use its powerful strength, but it is also good as a weapon.

——Vibrating chaos and vitality, the monsters have no feelings, absorb the chaotic vitality, and control the wrestling of the monsters. This is no different from the trick that he first dragged him down from the sky.

Indifference to see the flow of energy between the fingers, feel the source of competition and competition.

The beast that struggles at the foot, um, and...

A slight glimpse of the flame, the corner of the lips bent, this laugh has no feelings, it makes people feel chilly.

The left hand hangs down and falls behind.

Long hair breaks away from the belt, and is excited by the chaos, and he looks at his own black hair with great interest. After leaving the small debris, his hair was white, and he was even stranger to the black.

The more the more concentrated, the more the color becomes richer from grayish black.

--It's now!

The flames pressed against the head of the monster, forcing it to plunged into the mud, following the other side of the air that was felt by others, but it was not affected by itself.

The mud blasted open, and the muddy mud even smashed a demon bird that had flown through the sky, and was forced to land in a whirlwind.

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The bow knife that permeated Xian Yuan straight into the mouth of the big cockroach, and the black blood that was sprayed was very stinky.

The blood flowing out of the wound is not only the blood, but also the tyrannical power of this monster. In the hundreds of years of cultivation, the Yuanli, the horror of the horror, narrowed the truth, wanted to escape, but was firmly imprisoned. In that place.

"Ground veins..."

From the flames, talking to himself, this concept suddenly appeared in his mind.

The immortal land is endlessly absorbing the spirit and the aura, those close to the ground, because they do not have enough aura, so they are lazy.

If there is a place where there are many spiritual gatherings, there are many porridges, or this spiritual vein is deep in the ground. Only a few places can absorb the aura, it will be extremely ferocious, as long as the immortal close to them will suffer.

It is of course the ground that the flames can’t be chased by chaos.

He generously sent a "big meal" to the "mouth" in the direction of the aura. This place has no consciousness here, but it is still very pleasant "smile".

The power was continually lost, and I was struggling with all my wits. In the end, I lost my body and my spirits came out.

A murderous soul wood beside the flame cut off the mud, and it was thrown out steadily, and the soul of the soul sucked in like a firefly.

With a wave of his right hand, Sancha really engulfed the prisoner's soul wood, and the soul that was originally there, along with the sorrow, made a long sorrow, but the fire was even stronger.

The monster in the depths of the swamp was alarmed.

The bubbles are constantly turned out, and some just escape. From the flames, what are they doing? In the blink of an eye, a hollow body is smashed, and the prisoner's wood is cut and shattered.

Take a step and stop the killing. This is the temperament of the flame.

Plus he thought that this is a magical fantasy, and even more do not consider avoiding caution.

When Nan Hongzi dying in the enchanting, he still wanted to say something. When he saw a stone burned out in front of the stone, he simply gave up persuasion and touched the mandible without a beard. He said to the apprentice apprentice: "You look at it. ?"

"He has a suffocation in his heart, let him vent a vent, what is it?" Shi faintly said, "Further, this speed is not much worse than us."

After that, I walked along the clear road.

Nan Hongzi once again felt that he was superfluous and looked down at the fire in the stone.

Although the fat pier is lying around, but the strength of Chen He is still it, burning so much, tired and do not want to scream - the stronger the strength, the more solid the soul, just like eating nuts, stone fire I am very dissatisfied with the soul that can still mourn for a long time.

The poisonous mist in the front slowly spread out, and a layer of white spider web appeared under the fire.

I didn’t look at the flames and waved open.

As a result, the silk was tenacious and constantly trying to wrap around the blade. From the flames, it was a daring to dare to slam the person who stepped on the foot. When doing the same thing, the net would be broken down a few times.

In the depths of the spider web, a black spider was thrown in the air.

"Hey!"

The bow knife took a little spark on the spider.

The black spider was so painful that he did not want to show off more spider silk, but it was sprayed halfway and suddenly stopped, and the spider silk was dragged to the ground, which was very ridiculous.

Then the body suddenly twisted, the black spider showed the human face on the back, and six bright red eyes juxtaposed.

"Chen... Chen Wo?"

The black spider's jaws are rubbed, and then a few legs are stretched to pull the spider silk back.

Look at it from the cold and cold, do not answer.

At this time, the release was followed up, just in time to catch up with the black spider "sufficiently".

Inside the nest behind the spider, an ice-white hand gently tore the spider web, and Shen Yubai walked out.

"I have been released for a long time."

The owner of Feiqiong Island is the same as many years ago. Even if it is a mud, he still has a beautiful costume and a high-spirited appearance. He looks like a good woman, and it is more like a fairy who has been mistaken into the original.

"You go in!" The black spider stretched out a leg and pushed Shen Yubai, roaring, "The smell of your body! How many monsters are you trying to attract?"

"..."

Shen Yubai silently returned.

As soon as the black spider turned around, the voice was warm: "I would like to ask you to help me. I will return the net and we will come back. If you are slow, please forgive me."