The huge floating island dragon whale rolls up its huge tail and rises with the waves.
After devouring all the fish-men, all the lost flesh and blood essence was replenished, leaving them full of energy and energy.
At this time, the prairie fire in its body was soaring into the sky, the smoke was billowing and steaming, and there was a feeling of cruel killing.
The piles of heavenly materials and earthly treasures were surrounded by fire and gradually burned.
Manjusri put his hands on his back, his eyes were deep, and he shot out the fire clouds one after another, and devoted himself to the refining process.
"It's almost done." He silently counted the time in his heart, walked leisurely into the sea of fire, and took out two hundred lucky lantern flowers.
The Daji lantern flower is as big as a fist, and it contains a lustrous light that flickers and flickers like the stars in the sky, bright and bright.
Manjusri grasped the rhizome of the Daji Lantern Flower tightly and threw it violently towards the surroundings.
Phew!
The majestic suction force emerged out of thin air, and the flowers opened like the throat of a giant beast, frantically sucking in the monstrous fire, like eating noodles.
However, between the electric light and flint, all the fire was absorbed and stored, turning into crystal clear red spiritual liquid, which was stored deep in the flower bag.
In an instant, a rich glow suddenly filled the air, filling the entire grassland.
Manjusri frowned slightly, unable to open his eyes due to the stimulation of this brilliant glow, as if he was deep in the sun star.
His thoughts moved slightly, and many mini green birds jumped out from his ears, quickly fluttering their wings and circling and screaming.
Their wings are filled with smoke, and they absorb the rays of light crazily as they flap. In just a few breaths, all the light is converged.
The grass reappeared in the light, filled with the faint fragrance of earth.
Manjusri planted the Daji lantern flowers that carried the spiritual liquid evenly on the grass, flicked them with his fingers, and dropped all kinds of precious materials into the flower bag one after another.
The hot and high temperature inside the flower bag engulfed the material, followed by a hissing sound and bursts of misty black smoke.
The smoke wave was treacherous, connecting vertically and horizontally to form continuous dark clouds, and it continued to make painful roars. It lasted for half an hour, and it completely calmed down.
Manjusri squinted his eyes and focused on the inside of the flower bag, and found that the impurities of the heavenly materials and earthly treasures had been stripped away, revealing their purest state, and were quietly waiting to be refined.
"Get up!" Manjusri pressed his hands on the ground, and his spiritual power surged out like a river.
All the flower bags bloomed in an instant, spitting out the heavenly materials and earthly treasures inside, swirling around them to form a ball of light, and the water and milk blended together to form the prototype of the treasure.
The many green birds that had finished eating the glow now fluttered their wings and flew high into the dark clouds, absorbing all the smoke again and spitting out small black flowers.
Manjusri held the prototype of the treasure in the palm of his hand and mobilized the overflowing little flowers to close around him.
The flowers smell foul and are extremely sticky to the touch, like swamp mud that has been rotting for many years, wrapping Manjusri's closed hands.
As the mud gradually dried up, Manjusri's forehead suddenly tore open, and a slender and tender rhizome leaned out timidly.
The rhizome is as green as oil and grows very fast. In the blink of an eye, it has opened branches and leaves, giving birth to crystal white flowers.
The flower bones frantically absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy, and worked hard to bloom at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the prototype of the treasure held in Manjusri's palm was quickly eaten away by the mud, and gradually became smaller.
A severe feeling of nausea and dizziness immediately filled his mind, causing Manjusri to stare desperately to resist the discomfort.
Finally, the prototype of the treasure was eaten away, and the mud turned into ordinary soil and scattered.
"Open!" Manjusri shouted suddenly, and at the same time, he poured his own energy and blood towards his forehead.
In an instant, the sweet smell of blood seeped out, and the flowers turned from white to red, slowly opening their delicate bodies.
A dry and shriveled tree root fell gently into Manjusri's palm.
This root is about the length of your middle finger, and is an old yellow-brown color. Its surface is full of rough and crowded lines, like the roots of a thousand-year-old ginseng, exuding a strong bitter taste.
It looks ordinary and impermanent, but the vitality inside is condensed to the extreme, as if it is as indestructible as a rock, and it feels quite heavy when held in the hand.
When Manjusri saw this, joy flashed in his eyes.
This tree root is called dead wood, and it can enhance the power of flower arrangement spells. Although the effect is not as practical as the original wind flower, it does not consume spiritual power, and it can continue to absorb spiritual energy and temper the body.
Manjusri held the dead wood between his fingers and rubbed it gently, feeling the aura of this treasure.
This object is the wooden path treasure of Dongsheng Shenzhou. It is made from resources such as Qirong flower, Qingfeng leaf, and Qingjin tree. However, the charm of the wooden path in Luzhou is not strong. These heavenly materials and earthly treasures are difficult to collect. Manjusri
The only way is to find another way and replace it with special products from Luzhou. Although it cannot restore the full power of the treasure, it can at least achieve 60% of the power.
"With the help of this dead wood, my flower arrangement power will be completely transformed, and I will be more prepared for the next battle."
Manjusri put the dead wood into his bag and left the grassland inside the floating island whale.
Outside, the waves are huge and sparkling.
The group of monsters were smiling happily, shuttled between countless warships, and a large number of aquatic animals showed their true bodies, swimming in the sea with great pleasure, expressing their tense mood for many days.
The scenery is beautiful and the sun is shining.
The water tribe rose up with the waves and quickly swam around the camp. Birds soared into the sky to detect nearby disturbances. Only those beasts did not like the waters and simply recuperated in countless warships.
Six days have passed since Dongsheng took the initiative to retreat.
During these six days, the army led by Zidu could not stand still. Every day they cleaned the battlefield, counted casualties, digested resources, and increased their strength as quickly as possible.
The affairs of the army piled up like a mountain, which seemed complicated and heavy, making the demons busy in circles. Aiwen, Xuanhe, Hongxiu and other clever demons were all entrusted with important tasks and dealt with trivial matters day and night. The clan leaders and leaders, and more
They work hard all day long, sleep well and sleep late at night, and work hard to strive for the greatest benefit.
Zhu Jiang's little face was extremely pale, and it was obvious that he had exhausted all his energy in this whirlpool of profit sharing.
After seeing Manjusri, she nodded gently and leaned against the edge of the warship to adjust her aura.
In the intense busyness, Manjusri never intervened in handling trivial matters, even when Zidu summoned him several times, he ignored him.
Manjusri didn't take trivial matters such as racial development, troop planning, resource allocation, etc. into his mind at all. Apart from checking whether his military exploits had been received and whether there were needed formulas on the dazzling exchange list, he was actively preparing for war.
Nothing else.
Compared with these busy monsters, Manjusri seems very free and carefree.
Among all the warships, the most noisy and busiest is the warship of good and evil.
This warship is two parts red and blue. The left side is filled with steaming fire, and the right side is exuding blurry cold water. It is carefully protected in the center by a group of monsters.
Red is punishment, blue is reward.
Manjusri rode the clouds to the front of the warship, and his ears were suddenly filled with noises, scoldings, and wailings.
On the warship on the left, there are more than a dozen powerful true immortals, who are torturing the demons with various punishments. They may be rebels who defected before the battle, they may be co-workers, or they may be the captured leaders. Here
He was tortured and tortured, physically and mentally exhausted.
The warship on the right is a beautiful place with flowers and brocades. The banshees are swaying, carrying rosters recording their military exploits, and serving the group of monsters who exchange resources.
In order to allocate resources as quickly as possible, Zidu mobilized hundreds of flower demons to add to the ship, but it was still a drop in the bucket and there was a huge crowd.
"Senior Hongyu, long blessings and good luck, please come over here." As soon as Manjusri landed on the bow of the boat, a flower demon at the peak of a true immortal came over, twisting the waist of a water snake.
She held the golden roster in her hand, smiled like a spring breeze, and took the initiative to lead the way, leading Manjusri into the quiet secret room.
Where there is struggle, there are differences.
Manjusri led a group of sharks and forcibly tore apart the murloc camp. He was admired by the group of monsters. He didn't have to line up like them, and the treatment was naturally very different.
"Senior Hongyu is indeed brave and good at fighting. In this battle, your military exploits are among the best, ranking first." The banshee's eyes flashed, she whispered softly, and handed over the golden roster with an expression of admiration and envy.
Past.
Wenshu ignored the other party's flattery and directly opened the roster and started reading.
His military exploits are astronomical, numbering in the millions, and are recorded on the title page in dark demonic writing.
In Luzhou, where fighting is fought all day long, the method of counting military achievements is several notches ahead of that in the West.
Those demon saints hidden behind the scenes each cultivate elite soldiers of the faith, specifically to assist in the statistics of meritorious deeds in the left campaign.
Their methods are bizarre and bizarre. They can directly monitor the battlefield, or record the footage and review it repeatedly, and deduce their military exploits through wisdom calculations.
In addition to statistics, this method can also record the battle process, which is helpful for replays and high-level review. It can timely check for deficiencies, learn from experience, collect intelligence, explore the truth and make up for deficiencies.
Compared with the group of monsters fighting in bloody battles, the growth rate of these spiritual beings who devote themselves to practice and recording has also increased by leaps and bounds.
After the battle, they can receive a large amount of resources as rewards from high-level officials. During the battle, they can also cooperate with those big monsters who want to improve their strength, record their battle process separately, and then carefully consider and perfect the battle method after the battle is over.
Defects.
Because of this, the scene of Manjusri powerfully killing the elite fish-men soldiers is being widely circulated, and has won the admiration and admiration of the monsters.
Manjusri gently flipped through the roster, looking at the dazzling resources inside, and couldn't help but sigh at the wealth of the Jiuying tribe.
The tribe led by Dongsheng surrendered voluntarily, so according to Luzhou's rules, a huge amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures need to be delivered to make up for the losses of Zidu's army.
Like Shui Yuyan, who was killed directly and followed by less than 20% of the demons, there is no need to worry about this.
When Manjusri thought of this, he couldn't help but sigh: "He is indeed a demon clan, and his behavior is so brave."