The mountain forest has been razed to the ground, and the green flesh of the tree demon has evaporated into a poisonous mist, which can make people feel paralyzed by the smell.
Yan Hongye hurriedly covered her nose. She had just been invisibly enveloped by the poisonous mist of the thousand-year-old tree spirit and lost her mind. However, seeing such a great demon who had practiced for thousands of years fall here, she couldn't calm down in her heart.
Ding dong!
"Congratulations to the host, for killing the thousand-year-old tree demon, you will receive an additional reward of 100,000 worship points, and a hidden treasure chest. You can get rich rewards by opening it!"
"It's better to kill this big monster than to break an army of a hundred thousand, that's good, that's good."
Liu Hao nodded with satisfaction and opened the treasure chest that the thousand-year-old tree demon had exploded.
"Congratulations to the host, you opened the hidden treasure box and obtained the heart of the tree demon!"
In the Qiankun Ring, a group of green and cold light emerged, which looked like a pill the size of a dragon's eye, floating in the air, emitting a miserable green light.
"This is the demon pill condensed by the thousand-year-old tree demon absorbing the spiritual energy of the sun and moon. It contains the purest Yin energy..."
As soon as the heart of the tree demon appeared, the demon leader who was suppressed under the dragon talisman was ready to make a move and coveted the heart of the tree demon.
For demons, this is a great tonic. If you swallow it, your strength will be greatly increased.
Liu Hao ignored Mo Kui's howl and put this ball of yin energy into the sword pool to cultivate the twelve mysterious yin sword intentions.
In the sword pond, waves gradually rose.
With this supreme Yin demonic energy, the twelve Xuanyin swords that sank to the bottom of the pool became stronger and stronger. Once they were born, the twelve swords exploded, and their power would be astonishing.
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On the deserted and dilapidated mountain, there was suddenly a thunderous roar.
"Hiss! Thunder!?"
A scholar wearing a shabby Confucian shirt suddenly shrank and woke up from his dream.
It was Ning Caichen.
After leaving the city, I walked all the way to Lanruo Temple. I was already exhausted and found a relatively clean place to sleep.
He had a long dream.
In his dream, a charming and charming woman in white appeared, sitting in an ancient pavilion, bowing her head and playing the piano. He only looked at her back. She was so beautiful and unsullied that he had only seen her in his life.
There seemed to be an invisible force that connected the two people together. Ning Caichen stepped forward and was about to see the woman's true appearance, but found that his limbs were tied up by countless vines, unable to move and almost suffocated.
When he was about to lose consciousness in despair, there was a handsome immortal emitting golden light in the sky. He turned his hands and palms and fell down like a seal holding up the sky, crushing all the vines into powder.
Ning Caichen regained his freedom and kowtowed to the sky. He only saw the projection of the immortal in the void. He was so powerful and extraordinary that the Nanchen Emperor could not compare with it.
Just when he was ashamed of his rebellious thoughts, he was suddenly awakened by the roar of thunder.
When Ning Caichen woke up, he found that he was still in the desolate and dilapidated Lanruo Temple.
A beautiful encounter has only a beginning and no ending, leaving only regrets in my heart.
"It's just a dream! The book has its own Yan Ruyu, and the book has its own golden house!"
Ning Caichen thought of his mother who worked tirelessly for him to study. He put all the distracting thoughts behind his mind, took out a steamed bun as hard as iron and took a few bites of it. Then he opened the book in the book basket and started by the candlelight in the temple.
read.
These books were all copied by his own hands when he borrowed them from a large family. They were all important for the scientific research of the dynasty, and they were also his most precious possessions.
The sound of reading is loud and melodious.
It was already raining heavily outside the temple. A bearded swordsman wearing a raincoat kicked open the door of Lanruo Temple, strode into the temple, and murmured to himself:
"The demonic energy here rises into the sky, the spiritual energy riots, and the two meet, triggering strange phenomena in the heaven and earth, thundering and rainstorms falling, and soon there will be a shocking battle between the righteous path and the demonic path..."
"There are clearly traces of monsters in the temple. When I arrived, there was no way there was even a monster left. Only a little scholar was left reading..."
The bearded swordsman Yan Chixia looked around Lanruo Temple, frowning.
Based on his many years of experience in slaying demons, he can naturally tell that there is a demon force entrenched here, at least one big demon giant!
When he arrived with the magic talisman, the situation was already calm and the demons and monsters were gone. The sound of reading loudly made everything in the gloomy and ghostly Lanruo Temple clear.
The scholar in front of him was weak and incapable of magic, so he was obviously not the demon he had eliminated.
"Who on earth has such terrifying strength!?"
"Hong Ye first came out of the world. I don't know the dangers of the world. I don't know where she went?"
As the former head of Xuanxin Zhengzong, Yan Chixia is known as the greatest swordsman of the right path in the world, but she is feeling worried at this time.
Ning Caichen was also awakened by the movement made by Yan Chixia. He looked at the bearded swordsman with a strange expression and said, "My hero, your clothes are soaked through. Why don't you sit down and warm yourself by the fire?"
Yan Chixia sat with her sword in her arms, channeled her true energy, evaporated the rainwater, and asked: "Scholar, do you know what happened here last night?"
Ning Caichen was stunned for a moment, scratched his head and said, "I had a dream!"
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"This scholar, by chance, actually left his body and witnessed His Majesty killing this tree demon. It was his good fortune..."
Wolong Zhuge Liang gently shook his goose feather fan, stood beside Liu Hao and laughed softly.
Last night, Liu Hao killed the thousand-year-old tree spirit. The Sacred Heart Demon-Slaying Fist Seal incorporated the essence of martial arts from thousands of schools, and its power was beyond the realm of human martial arts.
If a martial arts master witnessed it with his own eyes and learned a thing or two from it, it would be of great benefit to his martial arts. Yan Hongye was very talented and gained a lot immediately.
Ning Caichen was not proficient in martial arts, but he still had a lot of energy in his body. This shadow of the fist was reflected in his soul, leaving a mark on him. In the future, he would set out to practice, and he would also have some luck.
"It turns out that the female ghost who died last night was not Nie Xiaoqian. This tree spirit grandma sent Nie Xiaoqian there in advance in order to please the old demon from Black Mountain. But the touching love story between Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian could not be seen..."
"As things turn out in the future, this person still has some connections with our dynasty."
Liu Hao suppressed the heart of the tree demon in the world of heaven and earth, and at the same time deduced the cause and effect based on the ancient scripture of crying from the sky...