Chapter 451 Senior Sister Hua looks at me strangely
Chapter 465 Harvesting the branches of the ancient tea tree, the art of killing in heaven
"Now that the tea leaves have been exhausted, let's get out of here as soon as possible. The smell here is so terrible and terrifying."
"Although this tea tree has no leaves, its trunk still exudes a mysterious aura, as if it is communicating with the supreme avenue. Why don't we dig it up?"
"Don't seek death. This is a restricted area of life. It has an owner. If you really dare to dig this tree, you will definitely die."
Zhang Wenchang pointed at the branch of the ancient tea tree, and the dragon-patterned black gold sword flew out instantly. With a click, he cut off a one-meter-long side branch and put it into the Sunflower Cave.
This ancient tea tree suddenly emitted colorful divine light. Just like a human being, it pulled the roots out of the ground and fled into the depths of the Immortal Mountain in a flash.
"Two hours of practice under this tree is equivalent to several months of practice outside. It's such a pity to let him run away like this!"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"There are so many ancient tea leaves, each of which can be sold for hundreds of thousands of kilograms. We have made a lot of money, so let's leave quickly."
Everyone walked along the golden lines.
On the way, I saw the big black river, the Styx, and the legendary Yellow Spring.
When Xiaojia came out of the cave, he found that Da Nannan was playing with several creatures.
Xiaojia made a copy of the secret killing techniques of that court. Ye Fan collected the tokens and human skins to see if Zhang Wenchang wanted them.
"I guess so, heaven, the human world, and hell are the names of the Eight Little Killers Divine Dynasty. The founders are no less arrogant, and the apprentices are no less perverted."
"The two little killer dynasties in the human world and hell have also suffered heavy losses and are dormant silently."
Very slowly, a terrifying coercion emitted from a nearby cave, and a pair of green eyes seemed to be streaming with tears, just like a green magic lamp.
The murderous intent under the skin of the saint was overwhelming, just like the ice and snow in the Arctic, bone-chilling, as if countless creatures were wailing, and a scene of inner demons like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood emerged behind the eyes.
Zhang Wenchang guessed that the female goddess with the least appearance in Beidou is in Fairy Tears Green Gold, followed by Dragon Pattern Platinum, and then the female in Eternal Blue Gold.
Endless murderous intent radiates out, and every word makes your body feel cold, as if it is written with the blood of thousands of creatures.
Before eating that thing, the soul can live forever, but the body rots, which is very evil.
"It is said that we kill famous people and only kill low-level players who are half a step below."
My cultivation level is much better than that of the Lord of Heaven who died in Shengya. Did that person know whether he wanted to defect or risk his own death?
That is the Stone Emperor lurking in the dead mountain, that monster who became an emperor through the Holy Spirit, with apathy and bloodthirsty.
"According to ancient legends, hundreds of thousands of years later, several minor saints appeared in various small holy places, but the old saints of the Killer God Dynasty were successively replaced, and there was a gap."
The outside was threatening to kill every step of the way, and there was no way to leave the outside. I could only dig a cave there and die there for the rest of my life.
Everyone also saw the Netherworld Grass, which was like an orchid, as if carved from white jade, glittering and translucent, flowing with intoxicating fragrance.
In a cave on another cliff, Xiaojia found a jade-like skeleton, with neither a golden token nor an ancient sage-skin scroll beside it.
There are tens of thousands of characters densely packed on the front and back, all of which are imprinted on them in a normal way.
When you take a breath of the fragrance, you feel as if you have undergone the most sacred baptism.
If these secret killing techniques that are extremely difficult to guard against must have been known in advance, the woman would have died in a very embarrassing way.
Fortunately, there was no big girl, so Xiaojia was able to break free from its lock.
Zhang Wenchang pondered for a while and thought about whether there was a reason why the killer god Chao Tianting was killed. Sure enough, his death was unjust.
This golden token is made of whatever material it is made of, but it contains a certain murderous intent.
Zhang Wenchang opened his eyes, and I looked at the secret killing technique carelessly. It was the secret killing technique used by the killer god Chao Tian. When I saw it, I naturally wanted to make a copy. It was just a woman retreating from the attack, and it could not be used to guard against the killer.
Assassination.
"That woman is talking nonsense. People who kill to prove the Tao have no moral bottom line at all. They only accept money. As long as the money is in place, they will take action immediately. It doesn't matter whether my cultivation level is high or not."
After Zhang Wenchang thought about it for a while, he felt hot all over his body.
Zhang Wenchang remembered that there was no Immortal Tears, Green Gold Holy Spirit outside, who came to prove the truth and become an emperor.
As for the unlucky guy who fell into the mountain of death, he was probably chased by many low-level players in the Holy Land and was accidentally teleported back.
The content below is weird and terrifying, and it is used to the extreme, specially created to kill living things.
"I have long heard that in the ancient times, there were no Eight Little Killers in the divine dynasty, and all were weak and weak at the saint level."
Looking at this killer, only the skeleton is left, it is obvious that he is not a saint.
"The small holy places quietly united and obtained weapons to completely eradicate the weakest killer of the God of Heaven."
It is very unlikely that there is not a huge vein of Immortal Tears Green Gold in the Dead Mountain, which gave birth to the Immortal Tears Green Gold Holy Spirit.
My cultivation level is so low, why don’t I carry a token with me, and why don’t I have such an important inheritance?
"That is the killing technique used by the killer god in the heaven. Every family should copy it. Even if you practice it, you cannot use it to guard against the killer."
Zhang Wenchang was not disturbed. I quickly retreated into an ethereal state. The illusory scene behind my eyes quickly disappeared. I copied the following scriptures intermittently.
There is no golden horse, golden swallow, or golden calf. We are flesh and blood, and we are all the Holy Spirit.
"Isn't it that the killer dynasty hasn't degenerated and is becoming more and more sophisticated?"
Proving the truth by killing, is it no different from this crazy beast? Is there some kind of bloody road created by some kind of bloodthirsty monster?
It is said that this place should be a source of life, so that those Dark Lords can live forever, but for some reason, things from the Netherworld have appeared.
For an instant, Zhang Wenchang felt that his body was frozen and he could not move at all. This feeling of losing control of his body was terrifying.
I don’t know if things must be reversed when they reach their extremes, but the combination of the Yellow Spring Water and the Styx River must contain unparalleled dangers.
But Zhang Wenchang feels that at this time, he should be at the level of a minor saint at most. The green and gold Holy Spirit of Immortal Tears is more capable of practicing than a woman.
The skin of the sage is seven or seven square and one foot long. It shines with crystal luster, mysterious and weird.
The art of killing has not evolved into a small way for us, a small way that is unique from others. We use the blood of thousands of creatures to forge our own bloody holy sword, and achieve the next level.
"They prove their way through killing. They dare not provoke special holy places and aristocratic families."
Xiaojia avoided the outside at a distance.
What level of cultivation has the Holy Spirit reached at this time? It’s a bad idea.
Zhao Pinghuan knew that the two little killer gods were still lurking in the East Wasteland, but we did not leave. Instead, we hid silently in the big world, sharpening our knives.
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