Ji Wufeng's eyes brightened, and said, "Do you have a way?"
The old man stood up with his chest, his face stinky: "Nonsense, I am a spiritual root, how could there be no way? But I was injured too heavy, the skill was greatly reduced, and I needed to recover."
Ji Wufeng kicked the past and scolded: "What are the words? What can I say quickly."
The old man said uncomfortably: "What else can it be? Of course it is the soil, but I need your blood to help me recover."
"How much do you need?"
"Ten pounds are barely enough."
"Say you again!"
"Five pounds, five pounds are okay ... Damn, you are still kicking, two pounds, two pounds can no longer be less!"
Ji Wufeng put two pounds of blood in one breath. The old man was poured directly at the corpse vine, but only half was poured. This bastard actually poured all the remaining blood into his mouth, and then he said with a comfortable face: "Solt!
"
Ji Wuding's face was green, and a pound was enough. The extra pound made this bastard be corrupted. He was angry when he raised his feet.
The old man shouted in a hurry: "Don't do it, I am going to make a work."
I saw the old man's refined Dao Daohuanghua, attached to the corpse vine, and then, the body shape of the corpse vine began to grow crazy. Before, only one person was tall, and it grew to five meters high in the blink of an eye.
The secret room penetrates.
The rhizomes of the corpse vine are constantly stretched, like an angle, extending to the entire secret room.
Ji Wufeng remembered that the old man was attached to the corpse vine before, and escaped from the back mountain of the general's house. This method was used to drill into the soil.
Now that the old man's essence is to use the corpse vine to take the entire little war king's house into the ground, and then leave the territory.
I have to say that this method can be called a ghost ax, but it is only limited to the elderly's essence, the spirit root of the heavens and the earth, which can be connected to any vegetation.
Seeing Ji Wuding's amazing expression, the old man looked proudly: "How about it? It's dumbfounded, mainly because you can't bear to bleed, and if you get more, I can even take away the whole territory and even this star domain.
. ""
Ji Wufeng knows that the elderly are not bragging, and the spirit root of the heaven and earth definitely has this ability.
However, Ji Wuding would not compliment him and turned his eyes: "What kind of cow? You can only drill on the ground."
The old man was uncomfortable, and said, "What can you only drill on the ground? Uncle, I am the spiritual root of the world. As long as I have enough skills, let alone the ground, flying the sky, spanning the universe, and even reversing time and space, I can do it!"
Ji Wufeng wanted to devalue him a few words, and suddenly thought about what he thought, and asked, "Can you say you can cross the universe?"
The old man raised his head: "Nonsense!"
"Then do you have a way to get me back to the cultivation world?"
"Little meant, you can do it with your fingers."
Ji Wufeng immediately shined with his eyes, and he wanted to hold the elderly's neck on the spot, and let him send himself back to the real world.
But the old man tightly followed: "But the problem is still the problem. Uncle, I have not been seriously injured now, and the skill is not enough. It is not yet possible."
"How much blood do you want?"
Ji Wufeng rolled up his sleeves to bleed, and the old man stretched out his fingers and calculated, saying: "It should be enough to put your blood ten times."
When he heard this, Ji Wuding was discouraged, but he quickly mentioned his spirit. Although it is not good now, as long as the elderly's skills are constantly recovering, there will always be a way.
At midnight, the lights in the palace of the small battle were bright, and everyone gathered on the square. Ji Wufeng said: "Everyone, thank you very much for your favor, but you also saw it.
After hearing this, there was an uproar above the square.
Ji Wuding from a servant to the leadership, and the current little war king, it has soared all the way. Everyone thinks that he will have the future, but he never thinks that it will end so soon.
"If you are willing to follow me, you can pick up things now. If you don't want to, you can go to the account room to receive a remuneration, and since then we see you again!"
Some people who entered the small war palace in the early days did not hesitate to have any hesitation. They turned back to clean up and prepared to follow Ji Wufeng.
These people had no intention of before, and what worthy of reference in the territory could even be ignored. They could follow Ji Wuding without any scruples.
The rest of the people walked towards the account room with a lonely face. They were different from the confusion. They were born in the territory, and their families and friends were also the territory. They could not give up.
The sky is about to break dawn, and everyone in the government has left, and all the remaining people vowed to follow Ji Wuding.
Ming Hongyan looked lonely and said lonely: "Is there really no way?"
She couldn't leave with Ji Wuding. Like most people, her roots were in the territory, and she couldn't help it.
Ji Wufeng said: "Rest assured, this is just a measure of power, we still have a day of meeting."
At this time, he didn't know what the ghost he was in Hadi Mountain, but since he dared to start with Ming Jiu Lian, he would definitely not be a small hand, so now he can only avoid the edge.
After Ming Hongyan left, Ji Wufeng brought the rest of everyone into the secret room.
Ready to leave, the old man ran back with style and dust, twisting things in his hand, and his face was full of interest.
Ji Wufeng saw the things in his hand, and almost kicked him out. It turned out to be the ghost's head, and the boy took the time to steal it.
"Damn, what do you want a dead person to do?"
The old man stood out with his eyes: "The unknown Xiangba, this night forsso ghost wings are also the power of congenital blood. Although there is only one head left, the fly legs are also meat, and they cannot be wasted."
When he said, he buried the head of the ghost mastiff in the dirt under the corpse vine. Sure enough, Ji Wuding clearly felt the new changes in the corpse vine, and the breath of the heavenly wings was even more enhanced.
The old man is the incarnation of the corpse vine into his own, and it is equivalent to the spirit roots of the heavens and the earth, which can accommodate any innate power in the heavens and the earth.
Immediately, the old man urged the corpse vine, and saw that the dense root system was like a living creature. It wrapped a fierce jitter with a dense room.
About half an hour, the elderly stopped to urge the corpse vine, and a tired face sat on the ground and gasped: "Okay, we have left the territory, at this time we should be a hundred from the wall of the city wall.
Inside. "
Ji Wufeng saw that the elderly essence was not pretended. This time, the corpse vine was really energy -consuming, and he did not hesitate. He directly released half a catty of blood.
The old man suddenly jumped up with the blood of chicken blood, and grinned his teeth: "Brother, are you too stingy? Only half a catty of blood, there is no soaking of urine ..."
"Give me!" Ji Wuding kicked out, and the old man flew out of eight feet away.