After giving away two bowls of spiritual food and taking out a variety of dazzling spiritual objects, they finally convinced the female vegetative who looked very suspicious, but was actually quite simple-minded.
The fairy was in a good mood. Of course, she had to sigh with emotion that the identity of the heir to the Beast God was really useful. Even though Sang Li was still skeptical, under the influence of Sang Zhu, she still obeyed the fairy respectfully.
The arrangement of the spirit.
Anyway, the Beast God is dead, and no one will come forward to reveal her identity as the heir.
In the eyes of the fairy, if nothing unexpected happens, this operation is safe.
There's a reason why she's so confident.
Just yesterday, as soon as she stepped into the territory of the hibiscus tree, she was pleasantly surprised to find that the Classic of Mountains and Seas was even more active. It kept jumping up and down, and even the system couldn't suppress it!
The fairy immediately and decisively sacrificed it.
In order to prevent shameless thieves from getting involved, the fairies sacrificed the corpses of high-level spiritual beasts that she had picked up in the forest.
Although those corpses have had their inner elixirs removed, they still possess thousands of years of cultivation and abundant spiritual energy, which is no lower than any spiritual stone!
Sure enough, this sacrifice was a success!
Shan Hai Jing collected all the corpses very efficiently and also gave her tips.
Nowadays, the immortal spirits not only grasp the lifeblood of the Fusang tree, but also know how to strengthen the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
As long as she can successfully kill the hibiscus tree this time, the system will not be able to survive for long!
…
In the silent valley, there was no sound of insects or birds. Under the dim light, countless spiritual plants flashed with active health.
Sang Ji held a jade spiritual weapon in her hand and squatted carefully in the bushes. Because she was too nervous, cold sweat continued to break out on her forehead.
Gradually, sweat accumulated more and more, slowly sliding down her temples. Her eyes were fixed on the center of the valley.
Different from the open fields elsewhere, there is a house made of plants in the center of the valley, which looks very delicate.
The lights in the house had been extinguished, and there had been no movement for a long time. But even so, Sang Ji still refused to approach easily. She had to make sure whether the spirit witch was really asleep.
Not long ago, according to the instructions of the fairy spirit, Sang Ji brought the medicinal liquid with her when she received the summons from the spirit witch, and acted with her in a show of loyalty and loyalty.
The spirit witch was very satisfied with Sang Ji's "knowledge", so he generously gave her a defensive weapon.
Sang Ji pretended to be grateful and agreed, but just when the spirit witch turned around to get the spiritual weapon from the locker, she quickly sprinkled a whole bottle of medicinal liquid into the soil where the spirit witch slept.
The spiritual liquid was given to Sangjiu by the fairy spirit. It is colorless and odorless and extremely powerful.
But Sang Ji didn't know whether this spiritual liquid was effective at all. To be on the safe side, she had to confirm it herself before she could rest assured!
So, after coming out of the spirit witch's territory, she forgot the fairy's instructions and squatted outside secretly for two or three hours on her own initiative.
After confirming that the spirit witch was really asleep, Sang Ji slowly approached with the spiritual weapon in her arms. She deliberately made heavy footsteps, but the spirit witch didn't react at all.
Carefully opening the curtain door made of vines, Sang Li saw Ling Wu lying quietly on a bed of soil. His slightly heavy breathing and the dense roots inserted in the soil were telling Sang that
Lee, the spirit wizard is really asleep.
Sang Li breathed a sigh of relief.
"Master Ling Wu, are you asleep?" Sang Li shouted.
The spirit shaman didn't even have the slightest reaction.
So Sang Li took courage, tiptoed, and quietly approached her.
Quickly taking away the Sumeru bag from Lingsha's waist, Sang Ji was about to retreat when a shadow suddenly appeared at the door.
Sang Li was startled.
Her heart was beating wildly as she watched the clan leader gradually approach, and her green pupils shrank sharply due to too much fear.
"Why are you here?" Sang Er frowned and looked at Sang Ji in front of him.
She quietly hid the Xumi bag behind her back, and Sang Li bowed to the clan leader in a natural manner. She said in a calm tone, "It was Master Lingsha who asked me to get the spiritual weapon."
Sang Er hummed softly: "Now that you have got it, let's go quickly!"
"yes."
Quietly moving the hand behind his back to the left side, Sang Li walked past the patriarch with a natural expression.
"That's right..." At this moment, Sang Er suddenly stopped Sang Li.
Sang Li stopped stiffly and turned around: "Clan leader, do you have any other instructions?"
Sang Er stared straight at Sang Li, his dark green eyes glowing with an obscure dark light that was incomprehensible in the dark environment: "The witch's Sumeru bag is a bit special. Even if you steal
I can’t open it even if I leave.”
Sang Ji:!!!
Sang Li's heart was beating wildly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"You should do this." Under Sang Jie's confused eyes, Xanthium walked towards Lingsha's bed.
He expressionlessly took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and removed the stopper.
Sang Li watched with blood in his head as the clan leader poured green liquid into the land of the spirit shaman.
The liquid exuded a pungent smell, which didn't look good at first glance.
Facing Sang Li's disbelieving look, Sang Er said calmly: "Only when she dies can the spiritual weapon of the recognized owner be opened."
Sang Li trembled the corners of her lips: "I didn't want to kill her." She just wanted to steal the spirit shaman's Sumeru bag so that when she wakes up, she doesn't have the key and goes to the altar to wake up the tree ancestor as soon as possible.
"Yes, I know, I killed him."
"Why are you doing this?"
Sang Er's dark green pupils were filled with black undercurrents: "You have been a coward for a long time, and you will always have to rise up and resist."
Just an hour ago, Sang Zhu came to him with the bamboo wine he had collected for many years. After getting him drunk, he took the opportunity to steal the key from his waist. He knew that this child would definitely not be reconciled and he would definitely do something tonight.
An earth-shattering event!
Even the young people in the tribe know how to rise up and resist, but as the leader of the tribe, what qualifications does he have to watch his people die?
So he deliberately pretended to be drunk and allowed Sang Zhu to take the key safely.
Originally, he came to the spirit witch to die with him with the determination to die, but unexpectedly he met Sang Ji, and he didn't expect that Sang Ji had a potion in his hand that could make the spirit witch sleep.
This actually saved his life.
Looking at Sang Li who was looking at him blankly, Sang Er laughed loudly and said: "Tell me, what do you want to do, I will help you!"
Sang Li was really shocked: "You were also convinced by Aling???"
"Aling?"
…
Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
When Sang Li reported the situation to the clan leader in confusion, Xianling and Sang Zhu were walking in an underground ice cave without any light.
The air is filled with a damp and decaying smell, and it gets colder as you go down.
Sang Zhu crossed his arms and trembled. A thin layer of ice had formed on his body, and even his ponytail stood up from the cold, like a green stick.
Different from the shivering state of Sangzhu, in the extreme cold, the fairy looked relaxed and contented, not even a trace of red on her face, let alone the ice.
Sang Zhu was very surprised, 'It turns out she is so cold-resistant, no wonder she can cross the ice field to get here!'
Seeing Sang Zhu's miserable appearance, the fairy took out a red hazelnut and handed it to him.
"You are so afraid of the cold, what will you do if you go into the sea?"
Sangzhu chewed the fruit and replied inarticulately: "It's just that this part of the journey is a bit cold. It won't be cold when we enter the sea. The temperature in the sea is much higher than here."
The fairy nodded, indicating that he understood.
Soon, the Fusang tribe arrived at the entrance to the sea.
There was a door firmly locked here that looked like a spiritual weapon. Sang Zhu took out the key from his arms and skillfully opened the iron door. In an instant, the surging sea water rushed towards them.
After confirming that the immortal spirit had entered the sea, Sang Zhu quickly closed the iron gate to block the continued influx of sea water.
Sangzhu slipped into the deep sea and swam as nimbly as a fish. In order to survive, their tribe had long ago evolved organs like fish gills. Now staying in the water is extremely comfortable.
However, when he looked back, the baby Aling was even better and more comfortable!
I didn't know what kind of treasure she was wearing. Wherever she passed, the sea water moved out of the way, and even a vacuum zone was formed within a radius of one meter.
Seeing Aling turning his little head and looking around cautiously, Sang Zhu couldn't help but mumbled: "Don't worry, our tribe will clean up the sea area around here every day. It's absolutely safe here."
It’s not a matter of safety... Deep sea phobia patients, please understand?
Seeing this gloomy underwater world, the fairy couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her body, but as the 'heir of the beast god' she certainly couldn't show any fear.
So the fairy nodded calmly and issued an order in a natural tone: "I understand, you stay around while I look for the roots of your tree ancestors."
Sangzhu was very puzzled. They went in and out of the estuary to hunt every day, but why didn't they see the roots of their tree ancestors?
The Book of Mountains and Seas can accept any spiritual object, not just those that have been killed or collected by the fairies themselves; and because the system has limitations set by the program, it can only accept spiritual things that have been collected by the fairies themselves.