190 magical phagocytosis (Today's third update, thank you book friends)

Seeing that at this critical moment, the smelling mouse was still grinding. Wang Fan couldn't help frowning and said, "Don't bargain. Hurry up, or we will both die later!"

After all, the smelling mouse is a prisoner. How dare you not pay attention and carefully taste the meaning of his words again. After feeling that he did not want to kill himself, he was secretly relieved and talked about it in detail.

It turned out that this place began to be extremely lush like other places. No, it should be said that it was more luxuriant than other places, but somehow, first the plants in the lowest depression slowly withered and died, and then the nearby plants. Of course, the process was so slow that no animal noticed it at all, and it felt that something was wrong. At that time, a lot of death has been formed here, and there is a tendency to accelerate the spread.

"That's it. Speaking of the history of this dead depression, it can be traced back to tens of thousands of years, or even more than 100,000 years. Anyway, after I opened my wisdom, this is a forbidden place."

After Wang Fan's face was solemn after hearing this, the Smell Rat quickly added a sentence: "Brother, let's escape quickly, or it will be over. I heard that anyone who stays here will inexplicably disappear their spiritual power. When they feel it, they can't even move their bodies. It's important for us to escape quickly."

"phagocytosis!" Wang Fan suddenly thought, "Since the evil 'little old man' can even devour divine consciousness, how can spiritual power not devour it? Does he want to improve his cultivation in this way?

He only learned part of the phagocytosis, and its use was also vague. At this time, when he thought of this, his heart moved, so he reached out to grab the smelling mouse and secretly phagocytosis to verify whether his conjecture was correct.

"What are you doing? Don't be casual **, take away your stinky hands. We are all men. What are you doing? You don't have that kind of hobby, do you?" The smelling mouse's mouth was quite sharp, and it seemed that he was talking to Wang Fan very much. The moment before, he regarded him as his opponent of life and death, but now he rubbed his teeth and made a joke.

"Puff" Wang Fan almost spit out yesterday's overnight meal. First, he was very unaccustomed to this kind of joke. In the past, when he was with Yuan Hong, he was highly cultivated and had always been respected. That would make this kind of joke. Second, he smelled the mouse's head, and his appearance was so obscene and even the blind would not like it.

Seeing his expression, the smelling mouse instantly guessed his idea, and his teeth said angrily, "What's the matter? Do you think my brother is ugly? It's not me bragging. We are known as the first beautiful men in the rat clan. There are thousands of female rats chasing me, and I disdain to look at them.

Wang Fan shook his head helplessly, but his hand strength soared. The phagocytosis suddenly changed from the gentle breeze just now to a storm.

"What's the matter? Why did my spiritual power suddenly disappear? What are you doing? What strange secrets are you doing?

Although the smelling mouse is bound by a fairy rope and the spiritual power is sluggish, it is not that it can't feel the existence of spiritual power, so as soon as the spiritual power changes, he feels it and roars in shock.

"Let go of me, oh, my mother, I surrendered, surrendered, these spiritual powers are eaten by my hard work to find countless genius treasures, and I must not be sucked up."

"That's true." Wang Fan loosened his hand and smiled with a clear smile: "The 'little old man' actually uses this method to increase his cultivation. It's really killing many birds with one stone. If I am proficient in phagocytosis and suddenly exert it when facing the enemy, can't I absorb the other party's spiritual power for myself?"

When he got the three secrets of the old ginseng escape, winding and phagocytosis, he was really happy, but then he was a little disappointed, because the three secrets all have fatal defects.

For example, this escape technique seems to be able to drill around under the ground, which is extremely secretive. It is a good helper for running for life, sneaking, and carrying out all kinds of conspiracy and tricks, but in fact, it has a time limit. If you stay in the ground for a long time, you will still be suffocated;

For another example, this winding technique, when the old ginseng is used, it can silently grow vegetation, and then as a winding tool, he can't do this no matter how hard he tries, but it is easy to use in combination with the binding fairy rope;

As for the last phagocytosis, it seemed to be boundless, but it was of no use in his hand. Originally, he wanted to be in one with the winding skill, but after thinking about it, his brain was about to hurt, and he didn't figure it out, so he had to give up in the end.

"It turns out that phagocytosis also has this function, so you have to think about it in the future!" He was ecstatic in his heart, and he didn't care about the endless shouting of the smelling mouse.

So far, the secret skills he can know are limited. In addition to the self-created Lingfeng skill, the Qingshen Mingmu skill taught by Jiang Guanjun, and other things such as flame art, gold and jade gravel fists are all things on the roadside. It is really not a secret skill: "It seems that there will be another one more killer in the future: phagocytosis."

"Don't be silly. Let me ask you, you won't fix this death depression, will you?" The smelling rat woke up from the initial shock and fear, and immediately thought of the death depression, which could open his wisdom among thousands of rat clans. His wisdom could not be underestimated, so he immediately thought of this possibility and couldn't help asking with wide eyes.

"What?" Wang Fan was confident and showed more indifferent, but looking at the small eyes of the smelling mouse, he couldn't help smiling: "Didn't you say that the death depression has existed for tens of thousands of years? I haven't lived that long."

"Yes, it's definitely not you!" The smelling rat was just stunned for a moment. As soon as he was reminded, he immediately realized the seriousness of the mistake, but then frowned more tightly: "You can devour my spiritual power, and this death depression can also devour the spiritual power of other creatures. You all have the same secret skills. Who are you?"

It is said that the monster is rude and does not know how to use his brain, but the performance of the smelling rat completely overturns this view.

Wang Fan couldn't help but hear it as believing, but he laughed and said, "You think it's too simple. This death depression can be devoured not only spiritual power, not even vitality. Otherwise, how can it be a death depression? But strangely, there are quite a lot of people living in this hole. It seems that the name of the death depression is also Inaccurate."

He said so, but he couldn't help sighing in his heart: "Old ginseng, old ginseng, it's too cruel to other creatures to take care of your family like this. No wonder God doesn't help you."

This idea flashed by, and he was happy and then thought about making a fortune.

In fact, Wang Fan is a little wronged.

He is a pure earth spiritual root. If he wants to live, he must constantly devour the wood spiritual power. At first, his cultivation is low, and he can also rely on "tween brothers". However, with the growth of age and the improvement of his cultivation, the amount of earth aura he swallows gradually increases, and the corresponding wooden aura is also increased, but the "t twin brother" is in his conspiracy. Next, he is still an unintelligent ginseng, and swallows wood aura as usual, which does not guarantee his needs, and he has to come up with other plant creatures because he is either ashamed of his heart or feels that it is too lonely to kill the "trino brothers".

Ordinary plants are wood species, which can more or less swallow wood aura, but where can they serve him?

So the most lush place where he lived slowly became today's "death depression".

Wang Fan doesn't know these secrets, and he doesn't want to know. Now he is look around and digging ten thousand years old ginseng happily.

"Yes, that one, that's it, at least ten thousand years, dug, dug, oh, what a good thing."

The smelling mouse was tied up. Seeing that Baoshan couldn't get his hands in, he sweated anxiously, but he was interesting. He knew that no matter how hard he begged, he would not have a chance to get these treasures, so he shouted and commanded. He couldn't be addicted to his hands, and his mouth and eyes were not bad.

Wang Fan has a good temper and listens to what he says. He asked him to dig that one and digs that one. In fact, he can't help but listen to it. He knows very little about ginseng, especially ginseng for tens of thousands of years. All of them are all high-quality products. Once the sect gets it, it will be collected like a treasure. Which one will get his eyes.

The two "divided labor and cooperated", and they dug up the old ginseng in the old ginseng hole.

Wang Fan looked at the tens of thousands of years old ginseng and clapped his hands with satisfaction: "Okay, it's really a good thing. Now I'm rich, and I can practice in the future. Thank you for your advice!"

"Why am I so obedient? It turns out that I have been using me!" The smelly mouse's eyes almost stared out and kept licking his lips: "Since it has helped so much, it's half of me to say!"