The wind in the four fields is a woman's heart. Sometimes it is upwind, and sometimes it is downwind. The smelly breath whips into the void like a whip, making Li Chuanshan wrinkle up and become restless. Wei Shiqi nodded to him, patted the Nine Miasma Beast King's mind, and ordered him to avoid the Hongze Forest, retreat to nearby hills, and monitor the monsters in the forest from a distance. The beast king listened to the holy voice and ran out with his tail between his legs before the wind direction reversed. He fled as far as possible from Hongze Forest.
Li Chuanshan dug out the mud from his nostrils, took a deep breath, his ears trembled, and listened intently to the movement in the forest. The Beast King was lying on the rocks, with his eyelids drooped and half-opened and half-closed, recharging his energy. A ball of colorful miasma in his body was turning left and right, hiding mysteries. Wei Shiqi stood with his hands behind his back and waited quietly for a day and a night. Suddenly, on a whim, two bright nebulae lit up in his eyes, and he looked straight into the depths of the red forest, if he saw anything.
A gust of wind blew up, and the red forest crackled, and the branches and leaves danced like waves. The movement became louder and louder, as if something foreign was causing trouble. The beast king's breathing stopped suddenly, and the muscles all over his body tightened. A cloud of miasma surrounded his four legs, condensing and not dissipating. Li Chuanshan quietly sank into the soil, with only half of his head exposed, and lowered his voice and said: "That monster came out." Lin!" The voice came out from the ground, making a muffled sound.
Wei Shiqi made a gesture, ordering them to be quiet and calm. Countless stars flickered in his eyes, and he could vaguely see that the red forest was as deep as the sea. Countless energy roots were rising from the ground. He stepped aside and moved out of the way. The huge sarcoma rolled and jumped out, with rough skin and thick flesh, and an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, it rushed out of the dense forest and flew into the distance. The fishy smell chased it away, gradually fading away, without being contaminated at all.
Li Chuanshan looked at Wei Shiqi several times and was quite surprised to see the old god there. The "meat bag" had a huge appetite. He would swallow Buddhas and gods when he saw them, but he did not necessarily have no means of restraint. The Nine Miasma Beast King All he needs to do is to spit out the miasma that has been gestating for thousands of years in his belly, which will surely damage some of its vitality and reveal some flaws. However, since Wei Shiqi stood still, he must have other plans. He stood by happily and watched the sarcoma disappear at the end of his field of vision. He coughed and asked: "That 'meat bag' came out of the forest every seventy years. He was so hungry that he didn't know what to eat." How much blood is needed to satisfy one's needs? All the creatures within a thousand miles have long since fled, and I'm afraid they won't be able to come back in a few months."
Wei Shiqi thoughtfully pointed to the red forest and said: "A single tree forms a forest, but there is something strange about that red iron tree."
The Nine Miasma Beast King stared at a pair of big copper bell eyes, confused. Li Chuanshan's mind was spinning very fast, and he cautiously said: "The red swamp iron tree is rooted in Jiuquan. It grows so tall and dense. It has become refined over time. I'm afraid it's a little bit... Spirituality, that monster is entrenched here, and it can't bear it anymore so it goes out in search of blood to satisfy its greed. There must be a reason... this red iron tree... red iron tree..."
Wei Shiqi glanced at him with some approval. The Son of the Abyss was indeed well-informed and could not be ignored. With his nebula eyes, he could vaguely see that the air roots of the red iron tree were like the Dinghai Divine Needle, inserted into the depths of the earth's veins, sucking out traces of blood energy from the hot magma. The ends turned into ashes, and the blood energy flowed upstream and gathered in the air roots. Over time, I have benefited a lot from it. The "meat bag" eats the air roots, but in fact it robs the blood energy that the Hongze iron tree draws from the magma. Although the harvest is small, it is more stable and long-lasting. More importantly, the blood energy contained in the underground magma comes from the bottom of the abyss. The most pure thing is that "Rubbu Bag" stays in the red forest to practice, which has some benefits of being at the bottom of the abyss.
Wei Shiqi didn't know the twists and turns in this, but there was a tree in the cave in his body called Lonely Garden, an ancient Buddha that created the world. He used the southern blood to ignite the origin, gave birth to the fire of blood, and sacrificed and refined the town. Zhu has the most sensitive sense of blood energy. The Hongze Iron Tree's energy roots are buried deep in the ground. The blood energy fluctuations are minimal, but they cannot be hidden from his eyes.
Over thousands of years, a single tree has become a forest. The red iron tree has grown so big that it looks like rolling mountains. How much pure blood energy is contained in the billions of air roots! Wei Shiqi ordered Li Chuanshan and the Beast King to stay in the hill and strode forward alone. His figure swayed and passed a hundred feet, approaching the dark red forest that blocked the sky and the sun.
When the red-stained iron tree smelled the breath of a stranger, it suddenly became ferocious, its branches and leaves rustled, and it suddenly pulled out a rough aerial root, which was as thick as a bucket. It turned over and jumped into the air like a strange python, and swung it toward his head. Time surged forward, and the sound roared through the air. The golden light flashed in the palm of Wei Shiqi, and the golden talisman of Zhu Xian turned into a sword. With a wave of his hand, it destroyed the dead and rotten. The air roots were cut into two, and the thick branches shriveled and withered, falling to the ground.
In the stone.
After all, the elm head was not very bright. The Hongze Iron Tree continued to pull out the air roots, and smashed the head with the chuck. Wei Shiqi waved the golden sword and wiped out the air roots one by one. He strolled in the courtyard and approached a tree that was more than ten meters thick. , inserted directly next to the Qi root of the earth vein, he casually stretched out his left hand, his five fingers were like hooks, and dug deeply into it. The Qi root of the iron tree was as thick as gold and stone, indestructible, but it could not stop him from inserting it gently, and the cracked bark bit like sharp teeth. Hold your wrist.
The "One Mustard Cave" opens a gap, the towering branches and leaves are whirling, the bells of the Solitary Garden are ringing, and the Buddha's light is vast. The ancient Buddha in the main hall opens his eyes, his compassionate face is like a vajra glare, and his roots are shaking violently, and he is instantly transformed. As ashes, strands of blood poured into Wei Shiqi's palm, pouring into the pure blue blood fire, the fire that burned the sky.
Only then did Hongze Tieshu realize that the crisis was imminent, but he could no longer stop Wei Shiqi from pressing forward step by step, destroying the air roots one by one, shaking the foundation of its eternal existence. The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade. For thousands of years, there are not a few people who covet blood. However, the red iron tree is guarded by a "meat bag", which always averts danger. There are also clever people who take advantage of it to stay away from the dense forest in search of blood. He came to steal blood and energy, but he didn't have a magic weapon. He couldn't break the iron tree's air roots for a while, so he could only leave in anger. Who would have expected that a disaster would come on this day? With the body of the evil star, the body is the supreme divine weapon. The iron tree in the red lake is like fish on the ground, and is slaughtered by others. It is sad to watch the blood and energy accumulated for a lifetime be easily taken away by the other party. It is indescribable, but if you have a mouth to speak, you must roar loudly to call back the "meat bag" that depends on each other and eradicate the enemy.
Wei Qiyi held the "Zhu Xian" golden sword in his hand, destroyed the air roots with one hand, opened a broad road from the dense forest, and slowly walked towards the main trunk of the Hongze Iron Tree. The pure blood and energy are continuously inhaled from the "One Mustard Cave", nourishing the fire of blood and energy, and it is exhausted in an instant. The Tibetan Soldier Pillar in the palm of the ancient Buddha does not move at all. The fire stirred, waking up from a deep sleep, hungry and thirsty. Wei Shiqi frowned, squeezed out a little golden blood essence from his heart, dripped into the cave sky, passed through the Buddha's light, fell into the tree alone garden, and landed on the Tibetan Soldier Pillar. The strange energy in the pillar turned around like a dragon, swallowing up the essence and blood. Satisfied, it lay dormant again.
