MTL - The Ancestor of Body Repair-Chapter 1496 altar

In the high altitude of a low hill full of gray fog, Lu Kun turned into a faint gust of wind and flew. His eyes flashed with golden luster, and he looked ahead, Xiao Jin on his shoulders, and his ears were shaking from time to time. .

With the help of golden eyes and six ears, Lu Kun secretly followed him several miles away from the Wood Spirit clan.

At this time, he had entered the area of ​​the Wood Spirit Clan, located in a mountain and river near the Dead Soul River.

The gray fog here looks strange, but it is actually the air of the spiritual world, but it contains a lot of dead soul energy, and it turns gray.

After Lu Kun followed the wood spirits into this area, his expression became solemn.

When he was hiding in Xiaofeng's body, he followed Xingfeng to the edge of the Dead Soul River. Now it seems that the Dead Soul River in the Falling Star Plain belongs to the area where the energy of the dead soul is thin.

But here in the Wood Spirit Race, he has not seen the shadow of the river yet, and the dense energy of the dead soul contained in the air is so terrifying.

Although the energy of the dead soul at this time has not been able to hurt Lu Kun's powerful body, it contains a cold and deadly power that targets the soul, as if to freeze the soul.

Under the influence of this inexplicable force, Lu Kun felt that his primordial spirit was agitated, not only his violent will, but even the blood in his body was agitated.

The violent bloodline seems to have an inexplicable urge to directly attack the power of the dead soul here, and even Xiaojin's bloodline primordial spirit also feels this way.

If they hadn't possessed the hidden power of the soul, I'm afraid the aura of the violent bloodline would have surged out, and even if the energy of these dead souls was concealed, the Wood Spirit Race would probably have noticed it.

"Lu Kun, according to what the Wood Spirit Clan said, the fog of the dead soul here is extremely lethal to the soul, and the consciousness of the spirit transformation period cannot be released for a long time, otherwise it will be frozen by the energy of the dead soul and the spirit will be damaged."

"If we attacked in this environment, I'm afraid this team of Wood Spirit Race will not be able to see our face clearly." Xiaojin's bloodline said.

Lu Kun narrowed his eyes, and a cold glow flashed inside: "Even if you're not in the fog of dead souls, it won't take much effort to kill them. Don't be in a hurry, we need more information."

From the conversation of the Wood Spirit Clan, Lu Kun knew that the other party was going to the edge of the Dead Soul River to collect a kind of holy water. This holy water has a similar effect to the Star Soul Grass of the Star Soul Clan, and it seems to be extremely important to the Wood Spirit Clan.

"Astral soul grass and the Holy Water of the Wood Spirit Tribe require the soul as consumption. Is this the energy needed to cultivate the soul attribute? But the Wood Spirit Tribe cultivates the wood attribute, which is one of the five elements, so why is it related to the soul attribute? "

"Ancestor Mo said that other alien races rely on the power of blood to reach the realm above the middle stage of virtual refining. Could it be that this holy water has something to do with blood?"

"In the realm of the middle stage of the zangyuan, you must prepare for the future refinement. In addition to collecting bloodline supernatural powers, you must also explore the essential connection between these alien bloodlines and cultivation!"

"Strength is the foundation of everything. If there is no strong person in charge, the human race will only be reduced to the cultivation material of the alien race!"

Lu Kun muttered silently, and the faith in his heart became firmer.

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In the gray fog of dead souls, Mu Lan, a female cultivator in the late stage of God Transformation, had a solemn gaze. Her bare feet controlled the flying boat, her hands were palms up, placed in front of her chest, and a piece of jade-like leaves was suspended above them.

These two leaves are green with a bit of burnt yellow, and the texture of the leaves is extremely mysterious. With the infusion of green aura from Mu Lan, the two leaf tips turn left and right, as if to distinguish the direction.

Mu Lan stared at the leaves without blinking, adjusting the direction of the flying boat from time to time, while the other wood spirit cultivators behind him moved the magic art and built a green halo shield outside the spirit boat. .

In this way, the spirit boat flew for a while, and a small pond gradually appeared in front of everyone.

This is a tan-yellow pond with a range of about ten feet. There is a thick tan-green tree stump in the middle. Many roots are derived from the lower part of the stump, which are rooted in the depths of the pond water.

On the other side of the pond, there is a small stream that extends into the depths of the gray mist. From the thin mist, a vast and boundless river can be vaguely seen.

"You help cast spells, isolate the breath, and I'll fetch holy water."

"Yes, Chief Deacon."

The flying boat slowly landed on the dry sand, and a yellow orb appeared in the hands of the other four wood spirit clan gods. With the flashing of a Dao Jue, the orb gushed out with withered yellow aura, intertwined and turned into A light curtain shrouded them and the pool in the middle.

This dark yellow light curtain is filled with a sense of withering, as if it is the opposite of vitality. This breath of death is very close to the energy of the surrounding dead souls.

Mu Lan's body was suspended above the wooden stakes in the pond, turning the magic in his hands, two withered yellow leaves were swallowed into his mouth, and then his right chest became swollen, and there was a ball of light inside, which seemed to protect his heart.

Then she took out a palm-sized jade talisman and threw it on the tree stump below. The tree stump trembled slightly, and a bowl-sized pothole appeared in the center. A cloud of crystal clear green liquid flowed in it. An air of vitality permeates.

Mu Lan took a deep breath and fell down cautiously. She stepped on the edge of the tree stump with bare feet, bent down, and pressed a finger on the surface of the liquid. She seemed to sense something, and surprise and surprise flashed in her eyes.

But right here, the dark yellow pool water climbed towards his body along the edge of the tree stump, the emerald green skin trembled, and the luster turned dark, like a rotten tree that was withering.

Mu Lan seemed to have been prepared for a long time, so she wasn't panicking. She saw that her bulging right chest suddenly lit up with an emerald green light, wrapping her body.

Under the action of the two energies, its body kept transforming in withering and green, barely maintaining a normal state.

At this time, Mu Lan did not take the liquid from the tree stump, but closed her eyes and quietly competed with this terrifying liquid of death. During the repeated withering and recovery, her body became more lustrous than before. She seemed to be using this help. Two kinds of energies refine the flesh.

And Mu Hua and the others watched this scene while casting spells, with longing and envy in their eyes.

After about half a day, the emerald green light radiating from Mu Lan's body gradually dimmed, and she took out a wooden bottle with mysterious runes and slowly put the liquid into it.

Then she flashed, turned back to the flying boat, and then a bag of spirit beasts appeared in her hand.

These are all desolate beasts. In the early stage of the highest level of cultivation, they seemed to have fallen into a spell, fell into a faint, and were soon swallowed by the stream.

Then these wood spirits put away the spell of withering breath, and quickly left the place with the flying boat.

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After a while, Lu Kun, who had two heads, one man, one monkey, came here. With golden light flashing in his eyes, he looked at the pool water below.

The bodies of the wild beasts of various shapes were gradually submerged by the yellow pool water, and their powerful bodies were melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The hard straight hair, the hard skin, the horns and claws shining with metallic luster, withered in the yellow pool water, like a flower withered.

The eyes of the wild beasts were full of horror, but their souls were imprisoned in their bodies, and they had no way to control their bodies. They could only feel their life breath gradually drying up.

With the passage of these fresh vitality, wisps of indiscernible emerald green ripples poured out of these fleshly bodies and converged towards the tree stump in the middle.

In the gap between the bodies of these wild beasts, Lu Kun also found that there were dozens of robes unique to the human race monks at the bottom of the pool water. They lay quietly at the bottom of the pool water without making a sound.

He watched all this silently. After a while, he stretched out his right hand and probed down. An invisible force surged out, and a cloud of yellow liquid was dragged up by this force.

But at this time, the invisible force seemed to have been corroded by some kind of corrosion, and it began to shake. The distorted air around was corroded into holes, and drops of yellow liquid leaked from the holes.

When the liquid came to him, only the size of a fist was left.

Lu Kun looked at the liquid that was still leaking, and recalled the scene where the wood spirit woman's body was transformed between withering and recovering. A golden light film appeared on the surface of her right palm. UU Reading www.uukanshu .com let go of his physical source and directly caught the liquid with his palm.

"It's..."

As if the harsh sound of water falling into the oil pan came out, Lu Kun felt a terrifying energy surge out like a dead silence, and the light film formed by the blood on the palm surface was corroded almost instantly.

Then his palm, which was harder than the Dacheng magic weapon, seemed to be put into the ice, and the tough skin became shriveled. The entire palm seemed to lose consciousness and turned pale white.

"Om..."

At this moment, the blood vessels in Lu Kun's body suddenly agitated, the power of the ocean-like blood vessels rose into the sky, and the scorching qi and blood like the sun rushed from his chest to his right arm.

The dead and cold breath seemed to have encountered some kind of nemesis, and it quickly subsided, and Lu Kun's palm also regained consciousness.

"Roar!

! "

Suddenly, a sharp roar came from the depths of the gray fog in the east.

Hearing this voice, Lu Kun's face changed. He slammed his palms and threw the yellow liquid down. Then a rune flashed across his chest, turning into a faint gust of wind. The wood spirits lashed away in the direction they left...

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