The personal soldier of the beautiful president

"Suddenly there was a powerful wave of aura in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Could it be that a treasure was born?"

At the same time, all the advanced practitioners within a thousand miles around the Blue Ridge Mountain felt this monstrous spiritual pressure.

Reiki is like a blowout.

As long as the spiritual sense reaches a certain level, it can be easily perceived.

Whoosh...

A series of majestic figures came from all directions, and their targets were all the Blue Ridge Mountains!
At the same time, the practitioners who were originally in the Blue Ridge Mountain also plundered to the place where the aura blows out.

However, the practitioners in the Blue Ridge Mountains are low in strength, and the most powerful ones are only the late Huang level.

They are bodyguards hired by those young masters and ladies with high salaries to escort them.

They couldn't get close to the place where the spiritual energy was blowing out. Once they crossed the area within a radius of ten miles, they would be seriously injured or explode.

After the death of four unbelieving practitioners, no one else dared to take a step forward...

Although Chongbao is very attractive, life is more precious!

Within the range covered by spiritual pressure.

Qin Feng strolled leisurely in the courtyard.

This spiritual pressure is nothing to him.

Soon, he found the place to release the spiritual pressure, which turned out to be the open space where Fang Li was beheaded before...

Qin Feng looked at the open space with a solemn expression.

He didn't even notice anything unusual before... The treasure's energy-holding skill is too powerful!
On the open space, there are blood-colored lines that look like meridians, criss-crossing and outlining a strange figure.

The blood that had been flowing in the open space also disappeared.

After watching it for a while, Qin Feng had a rough guess in his mind.

This open space should be a restriction, and the way to lift the restriction is blood.

By coincidence, Wang Ji and several people were killed, and the blood just flowed on this open space, and the restriction just happened to be lifted, which triggered a blowout of aura...

Qin Feng stood by and waited for a while, and found that the open space had not changed a bit, and the treasure that caused the aura blowout did not appear.

The restriction has been lifted, the next thing should be the birth of Chongbao?

Why is there no movement?

Qin Feng frowned, walked around the open space, and found that there was a gap in the weird figure.

It seems that there is not enough blood, so that the bloody lines do not completely fill this figure...

Not enough blood?

Qin Feng glanced around, swayed his body, and disappeared in place. When he reappeared, he already had a hare in his hand.

The hare's head was cut off directly, and the blood shot out and fell in the middle of the graphic.

However, nothing has changed.

"Is it possible that there is still human blood?"

Qin Feng has a bit of a toothache, he can't catch someone now and let the blood out, can he?
Moreover, it was too late.

The aura blowout here will definitely attract the prying eyes of the strong. He still has a mission in the capital this time, and he doesn't want to expose his whereabouts so soon.

"I can only shed my own blood."

Throwing away the decapitated hare, Qin Feng didn't know what to do. He took out a small dagger and slashed hard on his body, and bright red blood spurted out.

Qin Feng controlled the ball of blood and sprinkled it on the gap of the graphic.

hum!
The blood flowed, filling up the last gap in an instant.

A more terrifying wave of energy swept out like a gust of wind, and the snowflakes danced wildly.

A bright light shot up into the sky, disturbing the wind and snow, but it shrank back immediately.

Kaka…

There was a sound of machine gunning in the open space, and a fist-sized hole was cracked in the center of the graphic, revealing an ordinary-looking seed.

The seeds took root, germinated, and branched at a speed visible to the naked eye... In the blink of an eye, the seeds grew into a half-person-high, crystal-clear sapling.

A bright red, baby's fist-sized, extremely attractive fruit hangs on the tree.

The fruit exudes qi and blood surging, extremely pure energy fluctuations.

"What fruit is this?"

Qin Feng was slightly taken aback, and searched hard from the memory inheritance, and finally found the record about this fruit.

Nine Tribulations Blood Fruit.

The spiritual objects of heaven and earth in ancient times are the opportunity for immortal practitioners to break through from the three realms of Tongxuan to the realm of innate.

This fruit can attract nine small lightning tribulations, and can also provide incomparably huge and pure power of blood to those who eat it.

The nine-fold small thunder tribulation allows the eater to temper the physical body, make up for defects, create an impeccable golden body, and create a solid foundation for shaping the innate body.

And that huge power of blood energy can make the eater condense an incomparably solid congenital pill...

This is the best opportunity for an immortal cultivator to step into the innate from the three realms of Tongxuan, even in ancient times, it was extremely rare.

The womb is formed, the golden body is sculpted, and it is innate!
After reading this record, Qin Feng couldn't help being excited.

He is currently at the bottleneck of the three realms of Tongxuan, and he has not found an opportunity to break through.

This Nine Tribulations Blood Fruit appeared too timely.

His luck is really as good as ever!

"Ok?"

At this time, Qin Feng's spiritual sense sensed several powerful auras rapidly approaching the Blue Ridge Mountain.

It is not too late.

Qin Feng dug out the whole sapling, together with the soil at the root, put it in the ring, and then walked away.

With the disappearance of this sapling, the aura from the blowout also turned into a breeze, disappearing between the heaven and the earth, nourishing all things in the Blue Ridge Mountains.

The terrifying spiritual pressure that covered ten miles also disappeared.

The practitioners gathered ten miles away felt the spiritual pressure between heaven and earth disappear, and after a little hesitation, they took a few steps forward tentatively.

Nothing happened.

So the crowd cheered and rushed in.

Boom boom boom...

Several powerful guru auras, stepping on the tree trunks, landed steadily around the open space.

They looked at each other with both guard and hostility in their eyes.

But no one said a word, looking around...

In the end, everyone's eyes were focused on the gap in the middle of the open space. There were obvious excavation marks there, and something should have been dug away.

A figure strode over, squatted down to check it out, then stood up, and said in a deep voice, "It's an unknown heaven and earth spirit tree, but someone got there first!"

"Each according to his own ability!"

An old man with a gloomy complexion said in a cold voice, and went straight to the east.

The others snorted coldly, looked in one direction, and rushed away.

They scattered in all directions, looking for the guy who dug up the Heaven and Earth Spirit Tree one step ahead. As for who can find it first, the whole screen is lucky...

As soon as these great masters left, a large group of practitioners rushed over, and naturally they would not gain anything...

Where no one can see, there are a few obscure heaven-level auras, which are fleeting.

It is not uncommon for the huge capital city, a place where people gather together, to hide several heavenly martial masters.

The top of the mountain.

An old man with white hair and a childlike face stood leaning against the wind, his gaze was like an eagle, watching those great masters, heavenly warriors, scattered around like hunting dogs, looking for the treasure hunters.

This old man is the elder dragon who guards the dragon garden.

His eyes scanned around, and finally fell on Qin Feng who was darting rapidly in the dense forest on the east side.

"Funny boy."

There was a playful smile on the corner of Long Lao's mouth.

When he came, he happened to see Qin Feng digging out the spirit tree and putting it into the ring, but he didn't try to snatch it.

Although the spirit fruit was very precious, it was of no use to him.

He was more interested in the kid who dug up the spirit tree.

He recognized it. It was the Qin Feng that Zhao Hong had mentioned... and he was exactly the person he was looking for, the survivor from ten years ago.

Strictly speaking, this Qin Feng is his disciple and grandson!