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With so many dead spirits appearing near this unknown giant tree, Qin Yang understood that it was because he had been in hell for too long, and a lot of things had happened during this time.
The progress of evolution has also progressed a lot.
It's useless to be in a hurry at this time, and he doesn't really want to rush to the forefront of everything, because the map may not have evolved, let alone useful things.
Just as he was using the brute force method to test the setting of this tree, there were already several undead around the tree.
It's a pity that fighting is really nothing to watch. Most of the methods they used in life can't be used, and there is a high probability that they don't have the methods that fit the realm of the dead.
In this battle, apart from the deadly confrontation, it is to go to hand-to-hand combat directly, and I won't mention it if I don't see it.
Regarding the tree, the clues that appear now are the roar of the bull and the aroma. What Qin Yang focused on probing was also related to these two settings.
It's just that when Qin Yang didn't find out anything, something happened.
As if the blood-soaked canopy, with the gushing of death energy, it kept swaying, and snow-white buds grew on the branches, and the aftermath of the battle accompanied by the death energy around it continued to pour into this giant tree.
The snow-white buds grew rapidly and turned into flower buds, and a bright red spot appeared on the tips of the petals. In an instant, the speed at which the giant tree swallowed its dead breath increased hundreds of times.
The dead energy turned into a whirlwind, and black clouds condensed in the sky. The black clouds were like black tornadoes, rolling backwards and sinking into the giant tree.
Qin Yang, who was still testing the settings in the distance, his eyelids twitched slightly, and immediately ran away without looking back.
Regardless of what it is, based on his experience, good things will definitely not happen in this ghost place.
When Qin Yang fled hundreds of miles away, the white flower bones on the giant tree slowly bloomed.
The red tree crown, which seemed to be blood-stained, turned into snow-white in an instant, with only a hint of bright red at the tips of the petals dotted in it.
All of a sudden, the fragrance of flowers filled the world, that fresh and natural scent full of vitality, so that all dead spirits could smell it clearly.
The fighting stopped temporarily.
These dead spirits smelled the fragrance of flowers, and slowly, some people began to feel that something was wrong.
The big demon with the head of a bull opened his nostrils, and suddenly inhaled some flower fragrance, and immediately after that, a special wave appeared on him.
Like a little candle, it blooms in the dark, faint but hard to ignore.
In an instant, that little flame, like a prairie fire, was ignited instantly, and a bloody flame was ignited on the body of the bull-headed monster.
His vitality was ignited.
The death energy on his body fell into the bloody flames, and quickly transformed into his monster energy.
The aura of the great demon continued to rise, and his aura also began to rise rapidly.
Feeling the changes in his body, the bull-headed monster was overjoyed, and he looked up to the sky and laughed.
"If that's the case, this is a gift from the sages of my Bull Demon Clan to my Bull Demon Clan!"
The vitality is ignited, and the dead energy disappears. At this moment, all the methods in life seem to be unscrupulous.
All of a sudden, the bull-headed monster, who suffered from all his strength and had no way to use it at all, immediately aimed his spearhead at the human race who mocked him.
With a sway, he transformed into a three-thousand-foot real body, and two streams of white air spewed out from his nostrils, turning into billows of flames, rushing past, forming two comparable avenues for tens of miles.
And the human race who ridiculed the bull-headed monster was swept by the air waves, like a fallen leaf in the torrent, unable to control his figure at all.
After being rolled out for more than ten miles, his body was covered in cuts and bruises, one leg was gone, and a layer of skin had been peeled off his back, revealing flesh and blood that had no longer flowed.
And those floral scents were continuously integrated into his wound, a little flame was ignited in the deepest part of his body, and his vitality began to recover.
The dead air turned into fuel, ignited by a little fire, turned into his strength, his vitality.
In the blink of an eye, behind him, a phantom of a huge wheel appeared, and the power of true essence gushed out, and his missing flesh and blood healed extremely quickly. He raised his head, and squeezed seals.
Seeing that the giant wheel solidified rapidly, a piece of golden light melted in the center, and a giant golden spear hundreds of feet long flew out of the golden light.
A long golden line was drawn across the sky, and in a blink of an eye, the golden spear pierced through the shoulder of the bull-headed monster and nailed it to a distant tower.nbsp; Qin Yang looked a little scratching his head.
Using his plastic black sword, exerting the power of the purest sword, it was able to hurt this tree.
That is to say, he used a plastic black sword to chop off memories and thoughts, but there was no way for him to do any physical damage.
Take out the plastic black sword, pour the power of operation into it, and use the method of chopping memory to chop it out with one sword.
Wu Guang slashed across the tree trunk, Shenguang did not leave any damage, but the plastic black sword with the purest memory-slashing power cut out a sword, but the main body melted a wound more than a foot long on the tree trunk.
At the wound, traces of black sap slowly seeped out and dripped down the wound.
Qin Yang could feel the fragrance that was a little lighter than the fragrance of flowers. After the fragrance penetrated into his nasal cavity, the strength in his body was still accumulating, but the speed was very slow and the trend was not enough.
In a short time, it should not be ignited.
Take out a bunch of materials, make one hundred and eighty containers for collecting sap, and then cut out one hundred and eighty wounds on the giant tree, and collect the sap bit by bit.
At the same time, continue to test the settings.
"Sap can also ignite vitality."
pass.
Continue to refine the usage method.
External application and oral administration will not work.
After testing more than a dozen kinds, it was set to use tree sap as the raw material to make incense, and it passed.
Then there is nothing to say, if you have it, you can use the incense made of this tree sap to ignite your vitality in other places, so you don't need to get more spares.
The sap fell into the container drop by drop. After a few hours, the sap obtained was less than a hundred catties, and all the wounds were no longer sap.
Qin Yang cut out new wounds, but no branches flowed out, so Qin Yang could only give up regretfully.
When he was about to leave, he looked around again, and he really let him find some petals that had not yet integrated into the earth. There was nothing to say, just put them away, and added them when making incense later.
Leaving this place where Qin Yang clearly regarded it as a returning tree, Qin Yang walked a little farther to confirm the safe distance, and the giant tree blooming again would not affect him, so he started making incense.
If the craftsmanship is not good, then the material is the main thing.
Take out a small part of the tree sap, and grind a few petals into powder, blend it into the sap, and when the branches are dry, make it into tower incense.
What is the effect, I can't try it now, and I dare not try it.
Put it away for later use.
All the way to the end of the floating island under your feet, looking up, there is another floating island in front of you, which is at a higher place.
Very far away, there seems to be another one.
Qin Yang glanced down, for some reason, an inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.
After performing the Thinking Art for a moment, and digging out the source of that familiar feeling, Qin Yang's expression became a little weird.
Sea of ??Bitterness, Yellow Spring, Floating Island
? If it is compared with the practice of monks, the sea of ??bitterness corresponds to the sea of ??gods, and the floating island from Huangquan to today corresponds to the spiritual platform, which seems to be an unexpected fit.
Looking up at Gao Yue again, the next floating island, can it also be regarded as a part of the first-order spiritual platform?
After crossing these floating islands, isn't it the Divine Gate, the Taoist Palace?
Qin Yang suddenly felt that he had discovered the private goods added by the ancient underworld again.
No, this kind of private goods is more likely to be added up by the Fujun.
If the realm of the dead evolves like this, it is of course the most beneficial for the human race.
The world itself has a large degree of compatibility with the practice in life, so after coming here, compared with other races, the human race has an innate advantage that is hard to detect.
Thinking about it carefully, after he came here, he indeed saw more human races, and the proportion of human races in all the undead was abnormally large.
Even if there are a large number of human races, there are also many masters, but the masters of all other races add up. It stands to reason that at least a hundred times the strength of the human race should start.
Raising his head, Qin Yang felt that what he wanted to find, how to leave the realm of the dead and return to the world of the living, might be in the back.
Hundreds of years have passed, so it shouldn't be so shabby that there are no stickers in the future, right? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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