Use wood spirit needles to bind the 'virus' hidden deep inside the old tree, and then help it recover to health.
It is not easy for the old tree to persist to this day in a nearly withered state after being exploited by two greedy parasites for a long time.
Before entering, he used his own energy as an old tree to trap the creature controller, and the mountain's energy was transferred to it through the spiritual needles buried in the soil along the way.
From the earth bag next to the roots of the old tree in the outer courtyard, along the stone passage to the inner hall, Gaoshan buried a spiritual needle about every two steps, a total of 41 needles were used.
At this moment, half of the true energy in his body was poured into the old tree.
The biological controller without the help of the little monk was no match for the old tree, and was expelled from the body so easily.
"Huh!" He snorted coldly, but the young monk still did not give up his plan.
The toes leaned forward and pressed down, and the ground seemed to have been hit hard by a heavy hammer to create cobweb depressions. The figure was like a cannonball passing over the eaves and rushing to the front yard.
Gao Shan's movements were not slow either. As soon as the young monk moved, he followed suit. His body recoiled in the direction from which he came. Spiritual needles broke out from the ground and disappeared into his cuffs.
Ever since he discovered that he could control spiritual needles with his true energy, Gao Shan never left them behind again.
Every moment, even when sleeping, try to keep them close to the wrist and extend up to the forearm.
Although it is said to be close to the skin, it is actually about 0.15 inches away from the skin.
This kind of training made Gao Shan's use and control of his own Qi become abnormal in the eyes of outsiders.
Gao Shan himself had no idea about this. Cultivation and Qi training were fun games for him to kill time in his spare time.
It's like having a video call with Xinyue every day, integrated into his daily life.
Viewed from a high altitude, the young monk was standing next to the old tree and reaching out to pat the trunk. At the same time, his left hand formed a claw to grab the fruit under the twisted roots of the tree.
Before the figure even landed on the ground, dozens of spiritual needles flew out from the cuffs, shooting straight towards the young monk's hands and wrists.
If he doesn't stop, Gao Shan will use spiritual needles to tell him that doctors are not to be messed with!
"Huh!" He snorted coldly. Although he looked unwilling, he still had to withdraw his hands and retreat.
He could feel the hot and dangerous aura from the flying spiritual needles.
This made his back numb, and a chill rushed up to the back of his head along his tailbone, forcing him to retreat to cover up his body's instinctive fear.
He flew down and stood in front of the old tree. Gao Shan rolled his eyes and was still swaying, as if the fruit was about to fall at any moment, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
"It seems that it is not as powerful as you said. I'm afraid it will still be a problem if it is still there later." There are more and more red thin lines in the fruit, and at the same time, the old tree exudes rich vitality.
The fruits tried to escape from its roots, but were firmly controlled by the old tree.
How could it give up these 'children' conceived by it before it completely forces the 'virus' out of the body?
"Are you forcing me to kill you?" Xiao Monk murmured with his eyes lowered.
"You can try...but I suggest you see a psychiatrist. People like you should be classified as serious anti-human personalities in medical terms.
If you go for treatment now, there may still be hope... Do you want me to introduce a doctor to you? Although I have never dealt with anyone in the psychiatry department, I do know several good doctors, as well as foreign experts and professors.
I guarantee you..."
Just as he was talking, a golden light struck in front of him. Gao Shan's body spun to avoid it and then fell to the ground. He glanced at the penetrated wall behind him and said with lingering fear, "It's okay, okay. I know that people like you are not particular about it, so you can't start fighting."
Don't say a word."
"Shut up." An angry shout rang out. The young monk raised his hand to roll up his sleeves and rushed forward with his legs wide open.
There was golden light between the palms of his hands, and he raised his hands to shoot towards the mountains.
There was an old tree behind him now. If he avoided it, he wasn't sure what would happen.
As a last resort, Gao Shan could only grit his teeth and receive the opponent's attack.
I saw red light burning when he raised his hands, two groups of real and illusory firelight wrapped around his hands, meeting the young monk's palms as if painted with a layer of gold paint.
Bang!
With their palms facing each other, there was a violent explosion of air behind the two of them. The air waves surged into the sky, and their figures suddenly flew backwards and hit the wall heavily.
Wow…
Gao Shan stood up from the broken wall, holding his chest and looking to the opposite side with a frown.
The smoke cleared, and the young monk with his sleeves reduced to pieces came out, seemingly unscathed.
"Is this guy a pervert? Why is there no support yet? Do you want the strategic star to retreat?" Gao Shan criticized in his heart.
He didn't want to risk his life here. If the military's support was not available, he would stop the monk just one more time and prepare to run away.
The opponent's attack looks golden, as if the Buddha is alive.
In fact, it is full of sinister softness. The true energy that enters Gao Shan's body is like dog skin plaster, sticking to the places it passes, trying to invade his organs.
In this way, Gaoshan had to mobilize a large amount of Qi to resist its invasion, and his strength dropped again.
"Get out of the way, otherwise the young monk will have no choice but to save you and go to the Western Bliss." The young monk said with his hands clasped together and his shoulders slightly tilted forward.
"Haha, did you say the same thing about those people you killed?" Gao Shan smiled sarcastically, trying to delay as much time as possible with words.
"Everyone in the world yearns for the paradise world, but they don't know that Buddha also has seven emotions and six desires, so how can he achieve bliss..." The young monk opened his narrowed eyes and said with a smile: "If you die, you don't have to suffer any worries anymore. Wouldn't it be bliss?"
"You are sick...you need to be cured!" Gao Shan looked at him seriously and sincerely.
"Death." The golden light burst out, and the young monk's body rose up from the air. He stretched his right palm forward and caused the sound of "hoo ho" wind to hit directly downwards.
Gao Shan couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking, 'This is really a big loss.'
Fire needles flew out from the cuffs and formed a circle in front of him. The blazing flames swayed and set off a barrier of splashing fire in front of Gao Shan.
Even he himself was not sure whether the seemingly overwhelming barrier could stop the young monk.
Just as this palm was about to hit the barrier, there was a sudden buzzing sound not far away, and bullets poured down like a torrent.
A pure black armed helicopter full of technology fell from the sky. The Vulcan cannon mounted in front of the hatch roared wildly, and blue fire flashed in front of the barrel.
At the same time, in front of the hatch on the back, Wang Quan jumped up with a complicated look on his face. The iron tower and phoenix behind him immediately followed. The reinforcements that Gaoshan was waiting for finally arrived.
"Haha, do you think you can stop me like this?" The young monk, who was forced by the rain of bullets to climb over and retreat to the base of the wall, sneered with his eyes narrowed and a strange aura enveloped him.