That kind of darkness had an absolute aura, mixed with the power of white, which made Man Jintai feel that her soul was being squeezed tightly.
"Have you thought about it?" Xuanyuan Xuantian said, obviously he didn't have the patience to wait for the plant to think it over.
The white plant that was creating a terrifying atmosphere just now is now as soft as a bean sprout lying on the ground.
"Aren't you here just to purify this stone?" Although Man Jin Tai was at a disadvantage, he had already made plans and did not forget to bargain.[
"I have purified that thing. I can give it to you, but you must promise not to hurt me."
"Then, it's a deal." Xuanyuan Xuantian answered simply. When everyone thought that he would definitely kill this ancient plant, this was the final decision.
Ling Xiaotu was startled for a moment and looked at Xuanyuan Xuantian in surprise, but he didn't answer the question uninterestedly.
That ancient prehistoric plant was right, they came here just for the stone.
But Manjin Moss had caused them so much trouble after all. Xuanyuan Xuantian, who must avenge himself, could tolerate it, which made several people present feel strange.
At Xuanyuan Xuantian's signal, Ling Xiaotu took back the piece of Jimo's heart that had become transparent and put it in his hand, feeling a warm touch immediately.
This is the heart of Jimo, the sacred object of the four major families and the Jimo family, which can heal the beating things in her body.
Ling Xiaotu glanced at the bright red vein-like network lines distributed in the transparent jade, and felt a little fearful, so she carefully handed it to Xuanyuan Xuantian.
Xuanyuan Xuantian took Jimo's Heart very gracefully and took less than two seconds to glance at it.
It's true.
He looked at Manjin Moss again with heavy eyes, even though just by looking at it, he could imagine how happy he would feel after killing this kind of thing.
However, since he promised not to be stupid, he will not break his promise.
Xuanyuan Xuantian released the seal of Manjin Moss with a flick of his fingers.
"Go away." Before it could say thank you, the golden moss flew out and disappeared into the tranquil polar snow-capped mountains.