He asked the warrior of the Desolate Tribe to go ahead, and Zhao Shun and Liu Xuan followed closely behind. When they approached the area with a little more vitality, Fujiki Hidemi's true appearance was revealed.
The tree god entrenched in the wild ancient land is actually a giant banyan tree with many vines growing around it. Because it absorbs the power of the tree god, it exists as a barrier to protect the giant banyan tree. Take what you get and keep it together to this day.
These long vines are winding and drooping, almost spreading and wrapping around the entire hunting ground. Many of them are particularly thick, and the deep vine roots will bear the fruit of the vines.
The two of them watched the Desolate tribe hurriedly rush forward. A pair of big hands pried open the grass blades. For a moment, a soft green light shone out, making people's hearts calm down slightly. The Desolate tribe warrior did not pick it with empty hands. , but waved his hand to his waist and pulled off an old leather bag. He reached out and patted the leather bag, muttering something in his mouth. The next moment, a blue light flew up and quickly rushed in. Into the skin.
Although it was only a short moment, Zhao Chun and Liu Xuan could see clearly.
The Fujiki Hidemi didn't seem to be a real thing, nor was it similar to an ordinary fruit. It looked like just a ball of verdant green light, with something like wood seeds jumping around inside, showing full of vitality.
In addition to making people's minds peaceful, Fujiki Hidemi doesn't have any other special features. Unlike ordinary treasures that can confuse people's minds, this item may be of little use to monks outside of his own clan, as the warrior of the Desolate Tribe said. .
He took Fujiki Hidemi into his hand, turned around and saw that Zhao Chun and Zhao Chun really had no intention of taking action, and then he felt certain in his mind. He breathed a little sigh of relief, held the skin bag and said, "Now I will tell you the things related to the sacred object." You two, as long as you keep your promise and are willing to let me go."
Zhao Shun nodded and responded: "This is natural."
"The name of our clan's sacred object is the Banyan Fruit, but even though the name is called that, the sacred object itself is not the fruit of the tree god," the man from the Desolate tribe glanced at the two men and said, "Every sixty years, the tree The god will spit out part of the mana gained from cultivation to support the surrounding vegetation. However, not all vegetation can withstand such irrigation. The fittest will survive. Those who are irrigated by the tree god and do not wither will grow into the spirits of this hunting ground in the future. , and the part that cannot withstand the irrigation of mana will be gathered into a mana mark after withering, which is the banyan fruit."
Zhao Chun thought to himself, "That's it." He was not surprised that the banyan fruit was not produced by the tree god.
The strength of this tree demon is comparable to that of an immortal. It has gone through countless years in the wilderness. It can be said that it has the same lifespan as heaven and earth, and it is with the world. If it bears a fruit, it will cause a stir. How could such a bloody storm occur only once every sixty years and be used for nothing to benefit others?
The tree god uses living beings as the source of spiritual practice, so he created a vast oasis in the surrounding land. Although the strong wind is used as a wall to protect the vegetation inside from the desert wind and sand, the aura of the ancient wild land is manic and violent, and it will never be the same in the long run. If the grass and tree elves can bear it, then the tree gods need to take action and nurture them.
Seeing that Zhao and Chun were thoughtful but not suspicious, the man from the Huang tribe spoke again and said: "We can only stay in the hunting ground for fifteen days at most. After fifteen days, the strong wind will pick up again. No one can get out, and according to the elders of the tribe, the day when the tree god sends down his magic power to irrigate is around the seventh or eighth day. After the irrigation is completed, three days later, the sacred object will be condensed and born.
"As for the signs of birth, I can only say that at that moment, no one in the hunting ground will fail to see where the sacred object is, which makes the fight for it particularly difficult." The man from the Desolate tribe rolled his eyes secretly, and finally patted his chest and said. , "I have told you two about the things related to the sacred objects. You can let me go now!"
He felt a little guilty, thinking that he had already informed the two human monks about the sacred object, but he had concealed the matter of irrigating the favor.
In each hunting ground, more than half of the warriors of the Desolate Tribe died, but there were still people who came from thousands of miles away, not only for Hidemi Fujiki, but also because they were covetous of the tree god's great kindness and abundant mana when it irrigated the four directions. Although this only lasts for twelve hours, if you seize the opportunity and absorb mana for practice, you can make great progress in your cultivation, and it is not as superficial as other irrigation mana.
"Have you really said everything?" Liu Xuan narrowed her eyes.
, the sight of it sent shivers down the back of the man from the Desolate tribe.
He glanced at Zhao Chun and saw that his expression was as usual and his face was pale, then he calmed down and nodded, "Of course it's true."
Seeing that he was stubborn and refused to let go of his luck, Liu Xuan also chuckled lightly, with a bit of pity in her eyes.
Suddenly, the man from the Desolate clan screamed, and saw a huge arm holding a skin bag flying up, and the blood splashed out into the swamp. He never expected that Zhao Xun would suddenly attack. At this moment, his face looked... Panicked, he quickly covered the injury with his only remaining hand and screamed in pain.
"Since you and I are making a deal with each other, we should fulfill our commitments without making any mistakes. Cutting off your arm right now is just a slight punishment. If there is anything to hide again, we can't expose it easily." Zhao Xun shook his sleeves and said calmly. He dispersed the sword energy from his fingertips and looked at the Desolate man with a cold smile in his eyes.
The look in his eyes instantly made him tremble all over, and he quickly revealed everything he knew. Finally, he couldn't help but look at the skin bag held by his severed arm, but he still didn't dare to go because Zhao Xun was in front of him. Get it back.
Later, when they saw that both of them stopped questioning him, he hurried forward, took the skin bag containing Hidemi Fujiki into his arms, and ran away despite the pain.
And after Zhao Chun found out what he wanted to know, the man from the Huang clan was naturally useless. He had already learned a lesson by concealing the matter before, and even if he was resentful, he would not dare to find out about the two of them again. .
The Desolate Clan is not like the Human Clan. For them, it is only a matter of time to regenerate a broken limb. However, the hunting ground is full of dangers, and even within the Desolate tribe, fights often occur. This man from the Desolate tribe lost an arm, so his strength must be reduced. He already has too much time to deal with others, so how much thought can be divided between Zhao Xun and Zhao Xun? Where is it coming from?
Liu Xuan understood the intention of Zhao Shun's move, and smiled lightly, but when the person in front of her frowned, she shouted coldly: "Who is there!"
What rose up along with the sound was a silver-white sword energy with unparalleled sharpness, capable of cutting through gold and jade. In an instant, a figure hiding in a hidden place in the forest was pierced into the vines. When the man saw that the situation had changed, his expression changed. After several twists, a plume of black smoke rose from his body, cutting off his voice!
