Mr. Shi left quickly and came back quickly.
In just four or five breaths, he carried a young man back to the front of the team.
Snow monsters are still gathering and forming from all directions, group after group, attacking endlessly.
As the avatar of Lord Returning to the Void, a snow monster of this level would naturally not bother the two of them, and the others could be dispatched.
Therefore, while flying forward, Fuyaozi still had time to look back.
The young man was surrounded by a ball of white light, and the white light was connected to a light rope, which extended to Mr. Shi's hand and was held by him.
The boy was obviously conscious, his eyes were wide open, his whole body was tense, veins appeared on his forehead, and a small patch of blue light occasionally appeared around his body.
However, these blue lights often only emerge a little, and are easily suppressed by the white light, and are pressed back into the boy's body. No matter how hard he struggles, he cannot escape the confinement of this white light.
Fuyaozi pondered for a moment: "I seemed to have heard that you had come to this Canglan Region once before, looking for the boy with the earth-grade spiritual roots. Could it be this person?"
"It is indeed this person!" Mr. Shi affirmed: "I searched almost the entire Canglan Region before, and also spent some lifespan divination, but couldn't find it. I thought that this kid was no longer in the Canglan Region. Unexpectedly, He has come to hide in this small world!"
"Wait!" Fuyaozi interrupted him: "At that time, it seems that the Wuxin monk hasn't appeared yet, right?"
"Indeed!" Mr. Shi was silent for a while: "It seems that this Wuxin monk still has many things that he has not told us."
"These bald donkeys of the Brahma Sect like to hide things and don't want to explain anything clearly!" Fuyaozi comforted him: "There are still some benefits. When this small world is gone, we will just leave them alone." Just drive them away.”
"Yes." Mr. Shi nodded: "Let him jump around for a few more days!"
"By the way, can you show me this kid?" Fuyaozi changed the subject: "After all, he is a genius from my outer sea. We in the Kunpeng Sect don't have many spiritual roots of this kind."
After a slight hesitation, Mr. Shi nodded: "Okay."
With that said, he released Fu Pingbo and handed it to Fuyaozi.
The white light on Fu Pingbo disappeared, but there was a dark green halo, and he was still unable to move at all.
Fuyaozi opened one palm, facing Fu Pingbo, and then closed his eyes.
As if he was talking to himself: "He is indeed a rare genius, with a flawless body, a tough consciousness, a complete soul, and this spiritual root... No! He is not an earth-grade spiritual root! This is a heaven-grade one!"
Hearing Fuyaozi's exclamation, Mr. Shi also released a white light.
Soon, there was surprise in his voice: "Good boy, your spiritual root has been promoted! You have killed a lot of snow monsters these days! Is this a top-grade water spiritual root? No, something seems wrong... Why do you still have some characteristics of ice spirit roots? What is going on?"
Fuyaozi opened his eyes: "No need to guess, this kid must have eaten too much of the spiritual core of the snow monster! The spiritual root has been contaminated! But this kid has practiced his spiritual consciousness well, his skills are also authentic from the Taoist sect, and he is protected by secret treasures Consciousness sea, that’s why my soul was not polluted by the monster’s will!”
"Fortunately! As long as your soul is fine!" Mr. Shi took a deep breath and took out a jade pen carved from white jade from his sleeve.
Then he pulled Fu Pingbo closer, and with a flourish of his jade pen, he drew a picture that looked like words and paintings out of thin air. With another tap, the picture disappeared into Fu Pingbo's forehead.
The white light seemed to relax a little, not as tight as before. Fu Pingbo's body twisted violently in the white light. His movements were so large that even the bones in his body made unbearable clicking sounds.
At the same time, traces of black energy slowly emerged from his body. When the black energy encountered white light, it was like white snow encountering hot oil. It evaporated and turned invisible.
A mental wave of madness and destruction spread throughout the surroundings.
Fortunately, he was surrounded by senior practitioners with many years of experience, each with firm will and iron consciousness, and they were not affected by these wills at all.
Fu Pingbo twisted for almost twenty minutes, and the black energy on his body became less and less, until no black energy was produced for a long time.
The milky white halo tightened again, and some of it even submerged into Fu Pingbo's body.
After feeling it carefully for a while, Mr. Shi confirmed: "Okay, there should be no problem. The spiritual roots are still Tianpin water spiritual roots. The characteristics of the previous ice spiritual roots are also retained. Although not all of them have been converted into ice spiritual roots, they are still the same." It has the characteristics of water spiritual roots and ice spiritual roots at the same time, so it can be regarded as a mutated spiritual root."
"By the way, your association arrested this kid before to sell him in China, right?" Fuyaozi asked back.
"Yes, earth-grade spiritual roots are very rare even in the realms of China. Many sects lack such talented disciples. When the time comes, once the memory is cleared, they can be sold at auction houses and sold at a good price." Mr. Shi nodded: "Of course, if some old guys who are nearing the end of their life want to perform the costly art of seizing a body and are willing to pay a higher price, we will not leave the business alone."
"The bottom line of our federation is really flexible." Fuyaozi said with emotion: "It's still more than a year before the Guiyang is released. I don't think it's better than this. You don't want to send this kid back. Why don't you just sell it to us Kunpeng Sect?" Like? The price is easy to tell.”
"As far as I know, your Kunpeng Sect is not short of geniuses, right?" Mr. Shi did not agree directly.
"Why is there no shortage?" Fuyaozi smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of your jokes. There are indeed a few people with earthly spiritual roots, but there are only three with heavenly spiritual roots since the founding of the sect. Two of them are dead. Now, my senior brother is the only one left with Tianpin spiritual roots alive today. My senior brother hasn’t had a disciple for a long time, and he has been in seclusion all day long, so it’s time for him to do something.”
"This..." Mr. Shi muttered, but still did not agree.
"Old Shi, you see we have been friends for so many years." Fuyaozi began to sell favors: "Your association came to our overseas development, but our Kunpeng Sect didn't get in the way at all. The whole sect tried their best to help, and we also There's that old monster from the Gray Mist Territory, and I helped you to subdue it, so why don't you agree to this little thing?"
"It's not that I don't want to." Mr. Shi finally said, "It's just that I have been thinking before, could this kid be the son of destiny that the Wuxin monk is looking for?"
"The Son of Destiny?" Fuyaozi touched his beard and nodded: "Indeed, there is indeed something to say... He is so young and has entered this small world before everyone else, and he has Tianpin spiritual roots. He is less than twenty , I have cultivated to the golden elixir realm..."
He made the final confirmation: "If it weren't for that his current strength is still too weak, otherwise he would really look like the destined people in the story books!"
He hesitated: "Then...you mean...we let him go? That's not the case, right?"
"Of course you can't let it go!" Mr. Shi thought for a while and sighed: "Forget it, take it with you first. After exploring the North Pole, take it out and have a good chat with the Wuxin monk!"
(End of chapter)
