The saplings above Jiang Yong and Jia Sikong's heads had withered, but their physiques were average. In the blink of an eye, another three-inch sapling sprouted, but their complexions were much better.
Xin Zhuo expressed his thoughts, and both of them agreed, carrying dozens of flowers and running into the distance.
An hour later, dozens of great sages from various major sects arrived in despair, carrying saplings on their shoulders. They no longer cared about being reserved and saluted one after another: "Please help me, King Qin!"
Xin Zhuo waved his sleeves and took out the blade: "Want to survive? Ten pieces for a flower, no matter how young or old you are!"
A group of great sages looked at each other, and without saying a word, they went straight into the distance.
Not long after a group of people left, dozens of experts from the four major sects, including Xiao Mu, Qingtong, Bai Weng, and Dugu Hongye, arrived. However, these people were indeed strong. The small tree above their head was only as thick as a finger, and it looked like they could hold it for a while.
He glanced at Xin Zhuo, slowly approached, chuckled, and saluted together: "Please help me, His Highness King Qin!"
Xin Zhuo looked at the few flowers left in the bag and smiled: "That's easy to say! Twenty blades for one!"
The young boy's face changed slightly: "Why do others only need ten coins, but we need twenty?"
"That's right!" Xiao Mu said: "King Qin needs to know that there are not too many blades in the forest. There is often only one within ten miles. Where do you get so many blades? Isn't this a difficult thing to do?"
Xin Zhuo smiled and said: "There is no other reason, I think you are unhappy!"
Very direct and straightforward contempt.
Feng Wuxie said coldly: "I admit that King Qin is indeed very resourceful, and his observation of Julie Mountain is much better than ours, but why would you ignore death and deliberately make things difficult? Even if we are not your opponent, once we die, Once you leave Julie Mountain, how can the ancestors of all the sects in the world spare you?"
"Hey! I like the harmless threats from you second-generation Xiu the most!"
Xin Zhuo waved his sleeves: "Now there are thirty pieces per piece!"
The faces of the group of people changed slightly, and Xiao Mu forced out a smile: "Twenty or twenty, that's reasonable!"
"Forty!" Xin Zhuo slowly arranged his tangled hair.
A group of people were breathing rapidly, with uncertain expressions on their faces. They suddenly turned around and walked away, no longer forcing themselves.
"Have some backbone!"
Xin Zhuo smiled and took out two more flowers and gave one to Su Miaojin.
Time passed by minute by minute.
A group of great sages came and went, frantically searching for blades in exchange for flowers, seeking life.
Between life and death, human potential is unlimited, so why bother being a great venerable warrior? A few hours later, Xin Zhuo had received a pile of blades.
"One, two...thirty-seven...one hundred and eighty-six...three hundred and twelve..."
Su Miaojin counted three or four times like a money addict, and finally looked up at Xin Zhuo: "Four hundred, is that enough?"
It's actually hard to say whether it's enough, because no one knows what the next level is, where the passage is, and what the blade is used for.
Xin Zhuo stretched himself and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a harsh bird call coming from the north. It was very abrupt in this place where there is only rain and mist.
Su Miaojin was stunned for a moment: "This is..."
"I'm afraid the passage is coming!"
Calculated according to time, if there were no flowers, these more than 150 great sages would probably die soon. Since Julie Mountain has left life for warriors, it must be this time. He installed the blade and pulled Su Miaojin: "Walk!"
The two of them headed straight to the north of the dense forest. After traveling for more than a hundred miles, they saw a colorful bird about the size of a buffalo squatting on a strange ancient fiery red sycamore tree in front of them. It looked like a phoenix, with its tail feathers almost touching the ground. .
However, after scanning around, there was no passage door, and the big bird had no intention of leaving. A pair of round boys looked spiritually in one direction, and then in another direction.
"It should be summoning other great sages!" Su Miaojin looked far behind him.
really! After a while, thirty-six people including Jiang Yong, Jia Sikong, and Yuan Chengfeng arrived. They were still holding saplings on their heads, breathing rapidly and not knowing why.
Xin Zhuo had a strange expression on his face. He looked at the movement of the bird on the top of the tree. He wondered if Xiao Mu and the others were dead. If the entire army was wiped out, I'm afraid the bird would fly off the branch and lead the way.
However, the bird remained still and continued to call.
After another incense stick, the dense trees behind me trembled, as if a group of ferocious beasts were coming, and then...
They saw twenty-three "big trees" swaying towards them. Xiao Mu, Qingtong, Feng Wuxie and others almost turned into tree people, with shriveled complexions, gray faces, and dull eyes.
At first, there should have been more than fifty of them. Half of them were alive and dead this time, but it also indirectly showed the strong vitality of the remaining people.
Xin Zhuo secretly stretched out his right hand.
A group of people were alert, and strong martial arts power suddenly surged out of their withered bodies, and they tried to fight for their lives.
At this moment, a strong wind blew up, and the bird on the sycamore tree suddenly flapped its wings and flew into the distance.
This was leading the way away, and at great speed.
Xin Zhuo had no choice but to give up temporarily and pulled Su Miaojin to follow him.
The bird flew faster and smaller, but fortunately it was high enough to see clearly.
Half an hour later, the trees became increasingly sparse. When they completely walked out of the dense forest, there was a beach-like place in front of them, and the dense forest behind them was like an island.
A few miles directly opposite, there were three small wooden houses. Three miles behind the wooden houses was an endless sea of blood.
When we arrived here, the saplings above everyone's heads disappeared in the blink of an eye, including Xiao Mu, Qing Tong and others. They couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief and sat down cross-legged.
The second level is over and the fairy spirit is coming!
This gave everyone the pleasure of enjoying the victory after all their hardships, but those who were interested could not help but sigh secretly after counting the number of people.
There were one hundred and fifty-two great sages when they entered the forest, but now there are only sixty-one of them left, but somehow the forest killed fifty-one people!
Among the fifty-one people who died, who among them was not a formidable ancestor, with filial piety, outstanding talents, and exquisite talents?
It's hard not to feel like the martial arts realm is as deep as the sea, and people live and die every day!
Then he looked at Xin Zhuo, with a hint of gratitude on his face. If it weren't for His Highness King Qin, how many people would be left now is anyone's guess.
It's just that Xin Zhuo's face was particularly complicated at this time and he even had a hint of fear. For others, the spirit of the fairy spirit was the qualification to enter the earthly immortal world, and it was a sacred object of great nourishment, but for him, it was a life-threatening talisman.
But there is no way to avoid this kind of thing!
While he was thinking, the aura of fairy spirits from all directions enveloped him like clouds.
As expected, more than half of it fell on Xin Zhuo's head, followed by Su Miaojin, and the rest were only a superficial trace.
I don’t know how this Julie Mountain is judged. Xin Zhuo took Su Miaojin cat to hide in the tree cave, but he was still ranked first or second.
This made Xiao Mu, Qingtong, and even Jiang Yong and Yuan Chengfeng, who were searching for blades everywhere, tremble with envy. Logically speaking, they were better.
Seeing that the rich fairy spirit had reached the top of his head, Xin Zhuo's mind changed quickly and he simply called out the Wangyue Well and held it above his head.
This mist-like thing cannot be used to sacrifice spirits, but if it is absorbed like moonlight, wouldn't it...
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"Buzz——"
The spirit of the fairy instantly rushed into the moon-watching well.
