My eldest brother loves to grow flowers

There is no limit to the sea, no limit to the forest.

"Quick, stop him! Never let him go!"

In the dense forest, the magic weapon shattered countless towering ancient trees.Spiritual energy came from all directions at high speed, but they all stopped three miles away from the target, and approached step by step with the spiritual energy in their hands.

This is a group of demon cultivators with a high level of cultivation, who came to Wuya Forest to capture monsters and find treasures from heaven and earth.

The Boundless Sea originated from the Huaihe River, which once gave birth to all things.It is rumored that after the Huai River flowed through the Demon Realm, it brought countless demon energy and fell into the Realm of Cultivation, which formed the current Boundless Sea.

The demonic energy was violent, and at first there was no grass growing near the Endless Sea, and the cultivator's body rotted as soon as he took half a step.Now tens of thousands of years have passed, and the magic energy has weakened.Relying on their high cultivation, they dared to enter the Wuya Forest near the Wuya Sea.

I thought there were no living things in here except for flowers and trees, but I didn't expect that they actually found a demon cultivator who was transformed into a grass and tree at the riverside!

These days, they spent a lot of energy in order to capture this demon cultivator in the tribulation period.

It is not only necessary to prevent inhaling too much magic energy at all times, which will damage the roots of the tendons.In addition, this is the hometown of this demon cultivator, and the demon cultivator is like a duck to water here, which makes them suffer a lot!

After several days of fighting, the pills and magic weapons were exhausted, several companions died, and finally the demon cultivator was seriously injured.Seeing that it was at the end of its strength, it must not go wrong again.

In the very center, the besieged demon cultivator Zhang Yang's gorgeous purple robe was stained with blood, and his slender body leaned against the tree trunk with difficulty.

Chongjin wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his deep purple phoenix eyes looked fiercely at the monk he was forcing towards him, and the other hung down in the empty sleeves on his shoulders, falling out of purple fine vines intertwined like jade.

I can hardly maintain my human form.

A total of ten monks came this time, four at the early stage of Mahayana, and six at the peak of crossing the catastrophe.

He killed four, disabled two Mahayanas, and the rest were also seriously injured.Unfortunately, it still doesn't work.

Swallowing the rising fishy sweetness, his pale and beautiful face was full of disdain, how dare a mere ants make a contract with him?

Forcibly stabilizing the broken aura, Chongjin turned around and disappeared in place.

"What about people?!"

Feeling the disappearance of the aura, the group of cautious monks panicked immediately and rushed in.

"Don't worry, he's definitely still nearby." The Mahayana monk covering his broken arm looked around while taking out the magic weapon, searching for traces of Chongjin inch by inch.

This demon cultivator is a wisteria cultivator. Once it shows its original shape, it will restrain its aura and hide in the ground. It is very difficult to find its figure. It is precisely because of this that they suffered a lot before.

"It seems that there is really no way out, and you actually want to hide the truth like this." Someone laughed.

Let go of the tense heartstrings, no wonder they feel this way.When they were catching this demon cultivator these days, they found that he was very clean.

It is clearly a wild monster, but it is dressed in luxurious clothes.The aura of a high-ranking person looking down on the common people, if it is not certain that no monks will set foot here, they almost think that this is some kind of powerful person who can't hide from the world.

During the battle, this monster is even more bloodless, like a pickled thing, and its disgusting expression is not hidden at all.It wasn't until he had no time to take care of it later that he slowly revealed his distressed appearance.

Now, in order to survive, he actually hid in this rotten and smelly place.It is conceivable that there is indeed no way out.

The demon cultivator at the side followed and searched slowly, thinking of the appearance of the demon cultivator, he couldn't suppress the evil thoughts in his heart: "It really is a monster that grows by the boundless sea. The inheritance looks much better."

"That's right. It's so difficult to deal with at the beginning of the tribulation. If we come later, I'm afraid we will all be buried here."

"I found it." A monk was overjoyed as the magic weapon in his hand lit up.Lifting the dead branches and rotten leaves, as expected, I saw a little bit of purple exposed from the soil below.

"I found it too!" At the same time, the voices of my companions came from several directions at the same time.

"what?"

Swish!

Before they could see anything clearly, the wisteria all over the sky immediately came out from the bottom of their feet, enveloping them like a spider web, accompanied by a bang!

All the wisterias exploded.

"It's self-explosion!" In the bloody mess, someone roared hoarsely.

During the tribulation period, the demon cultivator blew himself up, and the aura was about to tear a crack in the space that had been eroded by the demonic energy for several years.Chongjin jumped into the crack to escape.

At the foot of Lingyumen Mountain.

The aura is rich and the vegetation is lush.Rong Huai, who was carrying a bamboo basket and half rolled up his sleeves, had just dug out a first-grade elixir.

Suddenly, the ground trembled, and spiritual energy fluctuations came from not far behind.

Ok?

what?

Rong Huai collected the medicine hoe, looked for the spiritual energy fluctuations, and followed along to find it.

After walking a dozen or so steps, I saw purple vines that were only half the length of the forearm, not as thick as the little finger, hanging lazily on the grass blades in a piece of lush green weeds.

A wisteria?

Rong Huai looked around, but it was still quiet.Confirming that someone else didn't put it here on purpose, Rong Huai leaned forward and bent down.

When I looked closely, I found that the wisteria vine was full of cracks, like a purple jade that had been forcibly broken, and the leaves were incomplete, as if they had been torn by naughty children and discarded here at will.

He vaguely sensed that the wisteria's aura was strong and sometimes weak, but since he didn't have spiritual roots, he couldn't know what grade the wisteria was.

And looking at it like this, it seems that it is not a panacea, but more like a spiritual plant.

Rong Huai bent down, wanting to reach out to touch this pitiful looking wisteria.But thinking of the flowers and plants that hid far away when he saw him, he took them back and asked softly, "Did you get hurt?"

Who?

Who is speaking?

very noisy.

The heart-piercing pain that exploded all over his body hadn't been relieved, and he was twisted by the turbulent flow of spiritual energy from the space crack, and Chongjin, who was in a state of confusion, heard someone whispering in his ear like a mosquito.

"I'm ashamed, I don't have a spirit stone on me."

Lingzhi is similar to monks, they all practice with aura.If there is a spirit stone, maybe it can make the injured wisteria a little better.

Rong Huai took off the flute at his waist, and the jade flute was blowing against the wind: "I'll go back and get the spirit stone first, and then I'll come to you."

The sun was covered, the shadows were cast down, and the clear and clean aura enveloped Chongjin, making Chongjin, who was aching all over his body, slightly relieved, and even his soul was much more comfortable.

Wait, Reiki?This man is a monk.

Right now he is lacking spiritual energy, it would be great if he could be nourished by the flesh and blood of a monk.Although he hated it, the current situation did not allow him to be picky.

Chongjin endured the great pain all over his body, and stretched out his hand to the source of the spiritual energy.

Therefore, Rong Huai, who was about to step on the flute and rush back to get the spirit stone, saw the motionless tip of the vine trembling slightly, leaning towards him!

Rong Huai:!

Yes, is that him?

He held his breath nervously, seeing that the wisteria was still stretching towards him, he tentatively probed forward with his index finger.

little by little.

Seeing that his fingertips were about to touch the purple color, Rong Huai, who was prepared for the wisteria to shrink back, saw the wisteria advancing instead of retreating, and gently entangled his index finger!

Really, really him!

When Rong Huai was already at a loss, and his index finger was afraid to move like a butterfly, Wisteria quietly revealed its barbs.

Looking at the tightly entangled little wisteria, feeling the inaudible strength on his fingers, a shy blush appeared on Rong Huai's elegant and gentle face.

This is the first time that Ling Zhi, who has spiritual consciousness, is willing to approach him.

He carefully touched the wisteria with his thumb, but unfortunately he was wearing gloves and could not feel the temperature of the wisteria: "Don't you hate me?"

Wisteria did not move.

"Then go back with me, okay?"

Chong Jin, who was so focused on the spiritual energy, had no time to pay attention to the noisy monk. Seeing that the spiritual energy had not entered the body as he wished, the barbs increased their strength again unwillingly, but it still did not pierce the softness of the flesh and blood. A soft film.

After Rong Huai asked, he clearly noticed that the wisteria on his fingers was not only not loosened, but was entangled even harder.

The corners of his lips couldn't hold back his happiness: "You agreed."

Agree with what?

After his body suddenly flew into the air, Chongjin realized that this person was actually wearing a pair of magic gloves that were as thin as cicada's wings!

"Don't worry, I will take good care of you."

!

what?

Wait, take care of what? !

Hurry up and let him go!

When he was held in both hands, and the unfamiliar temperature in the palms surrounded him from all directions, the seriously injured Chongjin was so angry that he passed out.

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