Chapter 95 Crisis

"This is the 'moving flower grafting wood' in Oriental Qingmu. It completely transfers the condition of your body to this grass. Le Tian threw the grass in her hand into the sky, and the grass suddenly exploded into pieces with a "Peng": "Don't waste your effort. When others blow themselves up, there is no chance to return. So I can't defend you by using 'moving flowers and grafting' against you.

"One hundred and one sparse, it's really one hundred and one sparse!" Wu Zhongcheng looked at Le Tian dezily like a fairy coming out of the dust: "I didn't expect that someone would really learn such a chicken-hearted Taoism."

Indeed, there are too many restrictions on the Taoism of transplanting flowers and trees, and the first requirement is to touch the other party's body. This restriction can be regarded as quite harsh. Unless the enemy is a fool, it is impossible to be hit again and again.

However, this spell is the nemesis of Neidan's self-explosion. Because when it explodes, it can't move at all and can't defend. Moving flowers and trees can also play a considerable role.

"Oriental Qingmu Shu..." When Yang Jian heard the name of this spell, he suddenly seemed to understand something. He didn't know where he heard the news. This spell seemed to have been lost as early as ancient times. How can it reappear now? Moreover, this witch seems to know it. It seems that something is wrong with this village.

"Wu Zhongcheng, I won't use bloodthirsty to deal with you." Wu Xiangyu knew that he had to speak at this time, took back the bloodthirsty magi, and then ordered several witch guards beside him, "Bring him into the witch room."

When the witch heard the words, they were stunned and couldn't speak. Although this worm room is not like a bloodthirsty worm, which makes people's souls separate and can't be reincarnated, at least it has not suffered any pain. The worm room is different. It is the place where young worms are cultivated. These young worms can be refined with blood to increase their strength.

Blood refining is poison poison by absorbing the blood energy of mortals or spiritual practitioners, and finally form blood poison. The power of blood worms is not only several times stronger than ordinary worms, but also blood refining gives them some thinking ability, which is more troublesome to deal with. However, the pain of the blood refining makes no one in the whole witch want to mention it.

Unlike the fast absorption speed of bloodthirsty mages as lightning, the speed of poison mages absorb blood quite slowly. The taste of the blood being slowly sucked out is uncomfortable.

"Wan worm devours the body? Haha, Wu Xiangyu, Wu Xiangyu. You can finally be ruthless! Not bad, not bad!" Wu Zhongcheng did not resist, because he knew that it was useless to resist. As long as the little girl can detect that he has accumulated strength, he can't explode safely under the threat of "moving flowers and trees".

Wu Xiangyu bit his lips tightly and didn't say anything. Seeing this, the witch guards immediately pressed Wu Zhongcheng into the house. Only then did Wu Xiangyu think of Xiang Letian's nod, which was a thank you, and then his eyes accumulated on the two unknown masters.

"The two of them are a big harm for my witch clan. The visitor is a guest. Please sit inside, please?"

"What are you talking about?" Yang Jian replied politely

Stone didn't say anything. Since Le Tian used the Oriental Aoki secret, his eyes have been focused on Le Tian, Feng Cheng and Tian Xue. He still remembers that these three people were the last time he went to assassinate. Fortunately, I was masked at that time, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with this meeting.

Well, I haven't seen it for nearly a year, and the progress has been so obvious. In particular, the little girl has actually reached the cultivation of the late stage of Yihua, and Erhua has already had a virtual shadow. It seems that she will make progress in a few days. I don't know what her formula is. The speed of this practice is simply amazing!

At the same time, Feng Cheng's monkey eyes also stared at him: "It's strange, how can this person make me feel so familiar?"

"Come and watch the tea."

"That... patriarch, what is 'watching tea'?" Wu Xiangyu has been in the Central Plains for a long time. He can't help but take on the smell of Middle-earth, but ignore the witch people around him who have never been out of the Northern Underworld.

"Well, let's make a few bowls of tea!" Wu Xiangyu had to explain again.

Yang Jian didn't care. He smiled and said, "Your tribe doesn't seem to communicate with each other very often."

"This is natural. This mu of three-quarters of land has not been well managed. How dare you expect the flower world outside? If you kill anyone, there will be a catastrophe, and there are still people here to take care of them. Wu Xiangyu said with a pun.

The meaning of the second layer is clear: we witches have never thought of going out to the land of the underworld. Don't you want to kill it all, do you? Otherwise, if you kill us, you will have to deal with the disaster. How boring is it? Moreover, we are also local snakes, and all sects are related.

How can Yang Jian not hear the taste of it? But he had no intention of dealing with the underworld in the first place, and the heavenly court let it be, not to mention his little fairy? What's more abominable is that Lv Yan is actually calculating against him, which is what makes Yang Jian a little uncomfortable.

"That's true." Unwilling to be too entangled on this issue, Yang Jian went straight to the topic: "That's right. Does the patriarch know if anything strange has happened in the northern land recently?

"Strange thing?" Wu Xiangyu and Le Tian, who were accompanying them, moved at the same time and thought of the scene when the colorful Chiba grass was born. I'm afraid it's a "strange thing" in Yang Jian's mouth.

I didn't expect the heaven to act so fast that it only reacted within 30 days. You know, a day in the fairyland is a year in the world!

What kind of person is Yang Jian? Seeing that the people on the spot had a different look on their faces, they knew that these people must know the inside story, and they were not in a hurry to cross-examination. Instead, they took a sip of the fragrant tea produced in the land of Beiming.

Wu Xiangyu's mind is like an electric revolution, constantly flashing out some words, but each of them has some loopholes. It's really not easy to muddle through if you want to make up a perfect excuse, and you have to hold back Yang Jian and can't let him go to the door at will. Those old guys probably can't wait for the witch to be destroyed. They will definitely know all about it like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

"What's the matter? Is it difficult to answer this question?"

Yang Jian's words, like a sharp steel knife, hurt Wu Xiangyu's heart.

Wu Xiangyu bit his lips. In this case, it's better to retreat and say something unexpected: "Actually, this thing is in the back garden of our witch clan."

Zhang Zixuan's clothes have been soaked through sweat. He has been sleepless for 30 days and has been controlling the closing range of the colorful Chiba grass. This can't help but be overworked, and the heart has become haggard.

But fortunately, the body of the floating horned dragon in front of him is no different from that of mortals. As long as it is stabilized, you can get out of the customs in a few hours. Thinking of this, Zhang Zixuan's face finally melted a long-lost smile. He has always been worried about the death of Master Lefeng, so now he is sincerely happy to see that the horned dragon can finally reshape his Dharma body.

At this moment, the horned dragon turned into a colorful Chiba Clover suddenly opened his eyes and kicked the protective shield around him.

"What's going on?" Zhang Zixuan was a little anxious. The horned dragon makes each foot contain a huge aura. This made their already shaky shield fade a little.

Of course, Wu Qinan also knows that the situation is critical. If the magic body of the horned dragon jumps out at this time, his future body will not match the soul. Such a situation is not only equivalent to taking up against the sky, but also the appearance of constantly expanding and shrinking will also change accordingly. That is to say, the new appearance of the horned dragon is unpredictable!

What can I do? Wu Qinan had to take the lead in shouting, "The horned dragon god must be very merciful. He did not melt the soul of the colorful Chibacao, which led to the current spiritual consciousness. It's okay. As long as we survive for a while, the horned dragon god will come back to life again!"

"But this is not the same thing!" Zhang Zixuan said hurriedly, "I have some surplus aura, but I can't guarantee that I can survive until the moment when the master successfully comes out of the customs!"

After meditating for a while, Zhang Zixuan continued to say, "In this case, my spiritual knowledge will help the master integrate the soul of the colorful Chiba grass, right?"

"What? This is not a joke. You have to think about it clearly!" Wu Qinan advised seriously.

Fusion of the soul is a delicate work, and I can't stand any interference. If a third party is forcibly involved, it is very likely to be implicated. At that time, with a little contact, it will be difficult to guarantee your life. It seems that Zhang Zixuan has made a big bet.

"Only I have been to the master's body, and I know it. As long as you help me take care of the Dharma body, don't give the devil a chance to give up. Zhang Zixuan said and laughed, poked his spiritual knowledge out of his body, and rushed to the colorful Chiba grass again.

The colorful Chiba Clover should now be called the horned dragon envoy... The internal meridians of the horned dragon envoy have been messed up, and all the auras are divided into two forces, one black and one green, fighting. The green aura obviously prevails and has been suppressing the black aura.

Zhang Zixuan recognized at a glance that the black aura was his master - the power of the stars of the horned dragon. So I immediately came into contact with his spiritual knowledge.

"Good boy? Why did you come here?" The horned dragon was a little surprised by the sudden appearance of Zhang Zixuan. He is now a little desperate. All the main meridians have turned into a green ocean, and the constantly strengthening of the aura makes him breathless. Even the horned dragon is not sure whether it will die if it continues to develop like this.

"Master, what's the situation now?"

"Well, it's all because the teacher was careless." The horned dragon sighed and explained all the experience to Zhang Zixuan.

It turned out that when the horned dragon brought in the soul of spiritual knowledge, it had wiped out the soul of the colorful Chiba grass. And he also searched the body of the plant, but no trace of the soul was found. But when he ran to the critical point, he ran out of a spiritual knowledge from his "shooting" hole. It controls most of the aura that has not been taken over.

Shooting people are life holes. As long as there is something gently touched, the Dharma body will lead to death. When the spiritual knowledge enters this acupuncture point, as long as you don't pay attention and touch the life and death acupuncture point, the whole body will be scrapped. So at that time, he did not dare to explore. But now it has become like this...