"Hoo~" Meng Zhao took a long breath. Even if he didn't smell it deliberately, he could feel the faint smell of blood in his breath just now. Meng Zhao knew that this was an internal injury he suffered. Meng Zhao circulated his energy for several days,
Except for some pain in the injured area of his arm, he did not notice anything wrong. Yan Ling noticed his behavior and said a little carelessly, "You have absorbed so much essence. In addition to reaching the limit of your lifespan,
They are all hidden deep in your body, plus you have tempered your body and cultivated the self-cultivation skill, so why should you be so cautious about recovering from your injuries?"
Meng Zhao sighed and said, "If Turtle Spirit hadn't reminded me just now, I might have become a corpse long ago. It's right to be cautious after all!" Yan Ling fell silent when he heard Meng Zhao's words. Meng Zhao noticed this and thought that
It was his tone that made Flame Genius feel that he was blaming, so he changed the topic and said, "By the way, what is there around the lightning strike tree? It can be so lethal?"
Hearing Meng Zhao mention this, Yan Ling also said doubtfully, "I don't know either. I scanned it with my soul before, and I didn't notice the existence of anything except the lightning-struck wood. That's why
The spirit has also relaxed its vigilance. Either there is a huge formation around here protecting the lightning strike wood, or that thing should be able to escape the detection of the soul! But the spirit can clearly tell you that it is the second possibility!
"
Meng Zhao frowned when he heard Yan Ling's solemn assurance that monks can only give birth to souls in the Taoist realm. It is precisely with the existence of the soul that they can look inside themselves and enter the sea of consciousness, the next level of the Taoist realm.
What is cultivated in the Mingshen Realm is the divine soul. The stronger the divine soul, the greater the benefit to the monks! But Meng Zhao is only at the sixth level of the Qi Sea Realm at the moment, and Yan Ling, the only one who can use the divine soul, has no way to find the existence of that thing.
Meng Zhao came to the edge of the clearing and looked at the charred lightning-struck wood in the center. At the same time, he also observed the surrounding clearing. His previous experience made him understand that there was an extremely dangerous existence here, but he had no way to solve it. It was not that he had not thought about using physical skills.
Speed and other tricks were used, after all, what he wanted was the Lightning Strike Wood, but Yan Ling told him that the Thunder Strike Wood, which had been reborn seven times, was very difficult to get, and it would be difficult to get it in a short time, even with his assistance!
Meng Zhao stared at it for a long time and finally sighed and said, "Let's see if we can get it when we reach the ninth level of the Qi Sea Realm!" After that, when he turned around and was about to leave, several thunders sounded and then several lightnings fell around him, because
Due to these flashes of lightning, the concentration of the surrounding vitality instantly increased a lot, but at this moment Yan Ling shouted, "I noticed it! My soul has noticed the existence of that thing!"
Meng Zhao was also excited when he heard this and said, "Yan Ling, what is that thing?" Yan Ling burst out in anger when he heard this and said sarcastically, "I only noticed that I was taking the thing for a moment, and I didn't see clearly what that thing was.
!" Meng Zhao suddenly choked up, but Yan Ling said happily, "Although that guy can hide himself, he can't hide the surrounding vitality. As long as the concentration of the surrounding vitality reaches a certain limit, this guy's figure will
It will be exposed, and then you will be able to see this guy’s true face!”
Meng Zhao was hesitant after listening to Yan Ling's words, but he decided to give it a try for the sake of the piece of lightning-struck wood. Isn't it just to increase the concentration of vitality? This was just a piece of cake for him! Meng Zhao's figure was looming at the edge of the clearing, and at the same time he also
Drawing something on the nearby trees, Meng Zhao returned to the starting point about half an hour later. Although his figure was still strong and strong, his pale face showed his weakness.
Just when Meng Zhao was recovering, there seemed to be another layer of light cover around the clearing, and the surrounding vitality was also entering the cover continuously. Seeing this, Yan Ling also tutted and said, "Add a ten-square cover to the Qi gathering array, you kid.
These two basic formations are combined together. Even I didn't think that we could use such a trick. However, this consumes a lot of your soul. I'm afraid you don't have much soul left in the Qi Sea Realm. Now you must
I really want to sleep!" At this moment, Meng Zhao nodded listlessly, but seeing the concentration of vitality in the Shifang Mask getting higher and higher, Meng Zhao's mood also improved.
When the vitality in the mask formed a light mist, Meng Zhao finally saw a figure standing on a broken tree next to the lightning strike tree. At this moment, Meng Zhao had almost recovered. He directly raised a medium-thick
Broken wood, a bear roar rang out. The broken wood in Meng Zhao's hand ran directly towards the figure. With the blessing of the power of the purple-striped dragon bear, the broken wood even made bursts of sound of breaking through the air. It was a pity that that
The figure seemed to stretch out a tentacle and directly smash the broken wood running towards it.
Seeing that he had been exposed, the figure fortunately showed its original form. Meng Zhao looked at the gorgeous original form and couldn't help but said in surprise, "This is the Heavenly Fantasy Thunder Butterfly!"