Chapter 1947

In such a place, Qin Mu is not polite at all.

I need too much aura to cultivate my own small world.

Although Donghua has a vast territory and abundant resources, it's always a little sorry.

Because there are too many auras needed in the small world, not one or two.

If the plunder is too crazy, it will naturally affect the growth of everything around.

And Sansheng stone, which can gather spirit, has more obvious effect.

In order not to destroy the natural ecological environment of Donghua, how dare Qin Mu plunder too much?

But it's different here. He doesn't need to think too much.

Anyway, these East islanders have few good birds, so what if they plunder their aura?

But the courtyard is also the pillar of their family.

Now Qin Mu is practicing here, and the Sansheng stone in the small world is constantly absorbing the aura of the outside world.

In order not to be found, Qin Mu decided to speed up the progress and opened the acceleration mode.

Qin Mu was full of joy when he felt the aura coming.

At the moment, in the courtyard of Fujiwara family, Mr. Fujiwara is carrying his hands, frowning, looking anxious.

A servant came in a hurry and reported to Mr. Fujiwara, "they all entered the hotel, and there was no special move."

Mr. Fujiwara said, "keep an eye on them. Since they come to the East Island, they can't leave easily."

The servant nodded, "don't worry, the whole hotel is ours."

After the servant stepped down, a black fog floated over.

Soon it gathered into a figure, and Sakurai came again.

Fujiwara is not happy, "what are you doing here?"

Sakurai said, "have you heard about Sakurai garden?"

"Thousands of acres of cherry garden actually withered in an afternoon. Some people say that something big is going to happen in the East Island."

"Is the rumored disaster really coming?"

Fujiwara face a cold, "you come to me, because of this?"

Sakurai said, "this is the prediction of our ancestors. Don't you really worry at all?"

"Once it works, the Fujiwara family will not be spared."

Mr. Fujiwara was really nervous. "According to your meaning, what can you do?"

Sakurai walked into the lobby and looked up at the portrait of her ancestors. "Of course!"

"As long as we revive our ancestors, we can avoid this disaster."

"Otherwise, the whole East Island will be destroyed."

Mr. Fujiwara did not speak for a long time. Obviously, he had not heard of these prophecies.

These predictions have been circulating on the east island for hundreds of years.

It is said that one day, the East Island will suffer a great disaster. Only by resurrecting our ancestors can we save all people from suffering.

But many people always think that this is just a rumor, not true.

It can be predicted that when a disaster occurs, there must be a natural vision, and all things will wither.

Isn't that right now?

Natural vision, all things wither.

Prophecy belongs to prophecy. When disaster does not come, no one will believe it.

Once the real disaster comes, everyone will panic.

Mr Fujiwara obviously has some concerns.

He once doubted the truth of the prophecy.

At this time, a potted plant on the windowsill suddenly appeared a very strange scene.

Potted plants are withering at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Soon, it became withered and yellow,

in a few minutes, it completely withered and had no vitality at all.

Sakurai's face changed. "Look

Mr. Fujiwara had seen it for a long time, and he looked surprised.

They walked out of the room, my God!

lights, as like as two peas on the windowsill, all the plants in the yard.

I don't know why. All the plants withered.

What the hell happened?

Mr. Fujiwara was surprised. Could it be that the prophecy was really coming true?

He looked up at the trees and the trees, all of them withered.

Mr. Fujiwara sat down on the ground, sweating like rain on his forehead.

Sakurai said coldly, "now, do you still have to hesitate? Now we have to arrest the people of the nine nationalities and use their blood to revive our ancestors. "

Mr. Fujiwara said, "I'm afraid the blood of the nine people will not revive our ancestors."

Sakurai said, "haven't you heard about the blood ancestor? Even blood ancestors who have been dead for thousands of years can be resurrected. Why can't we resurrect our ancestors? "

Mr. Fujiwara wiped his sweat, "but their martial arts are so high, how can we deal with them?"

"As long as you listen to me and do what I say, I will have a way."

Mr. Fujiwara sat on the ground feebly.Sakurai said, "I know they've been looking for immortality. We can use this as bait to lure them."

Fujiwara nodded sadly.

See this scene, Sakurai mask flashed a glimmer of satisfaction.

No one noticed his plot.

Sakurai said, "you don't have to worry. Of course, you are the master of the Fujiwara family. After all, I'm just a disciple of the master."

"The one surnamed Qin is certainly powerful. With the strength of my master and I, we can kill him."

"Now you don't have to do anything rashly. I have my own plan."

With that, Sakurai turned into a black fog and disappeared.

Mr. Fujiwara murmured, "how could it be, how could it be?"

On the back mountain, Qin Mu had finished his work. Seeing that the trees around him were completely withered,

he sighed, "you can't blame me. If you want to blame me, blame those restless and kind-hearted East islanders!"

After the practice just now, Sansheng stone absorbed a lot of aura.

These auras constantly nourish the small world and bring new changes to it.

Qin Mu pondered that he would change a place every day to absorb all the aura of the whole East Island.

By then, the whole East Island will gradually become a desert.

Thinking of this, he laughed with pride.

"Make you look good. There will be times when you cry."

After that, he quickly returned to the hotel.

Da meiniu is still in bed reading.

Qin Mu came back. This guy was smiling. He knew that he had done nothing good.

Big girl asked, "what are you doing again?"

Qin Mu said, "I'll take you to a place."

In the middle of the night, wearing pajamas?

Where is this going?

It can not help but say that people were Qin mula into a small world.

Lu Yaqing is here for the first time.

How does she know what Qin Mu has done recently?

Seeing the dark space, he was surprised and asked, "where is this?"

Qin Mu pointed to the huge stone. Sansheng stone was about to become a hill in the small world.

Now this Sansheng stone is hundreds of meters high.

Qin Mu complacently said, "see? This is my little world. In the future, it will be as beautiful as the holy land. "

Lu Yaqing asked, "what is this fluorescent stone?"

"That's one of the three living stones. I got it in. "

"Thanks to it, my small world can develop so rapidly."

"According to Dapeng, if you change the small world cultivated by others, it may not have the scale I have now for hundreds of years."

"It's just that it needs too much aura and will destroy the natural ecological environment."

Lu Yaqing understood, "is that why you want to come to the East Island?"

I'm afraid he's here to do some damage.

"Ha ha -"

seeing Lu Yaqing, he laughed wildly.