Chapter 1222

The more Qin Ming saw it, the more he thought about it. This tree must have a secret, and it was in the cocoon.

Qin life recovered for a long time, stood up with his complete body, took a deep breath, grabbed the bark and began to climb up. Although the surface of the body has recovered, there are still deficiencies in the internal meridians, blood vessels, internal organs, etc., but after all, it is the constitution of Shengwu sichongtian, barely carrying the heavy pressure and climbing up step by step.

However, after climbing for a short time, Qin Ming looked down at the unconscious flower burial witch master, and was still very worried. The woman is too dangerous. He's really upset if he doesn't have insurance.

Yes! Qin Ming jumped down from the tree and came to the burial flower witch Lord. As soon as the soul thought coagulated, he held the Shura knife that had just recovered the sea of Qi and puffed it into her chest. The killing thought of the Shura knife continued to affect the mind of the buried flower witch Lord, making her faint and sink in a coma.

Sealed the flower burial witch master with Shura knife.

Qin Ming checked carefully for a while. After he was sure there was no problem, he relaxed and climbed to the tree cocoon under heavy pressure.

The tree cocoon is made of hundreds of branches with thick arms. It is very dense. It looks more like a giant heart from a close distance. Each branch is green and dripping, like a translucent jade, blooming with soft light. Squeezed into the cocoon from the crack, it is a world of light and shadow. Countless green light spots float like stars, reflecting here softly and mysteriously.

Take a deep breath, the rich breath of life and spiritual power enter through the body. It's unspeakably comfortable. All the internal organs are like stretching.

Eh? Psychic power!

Qin Ming can suddenly feel the spiritual power. Is it a normal recovery? Or did the cocoon isolate the mysterious power of incontinence island? No matter how much Qin ordered, he quickly lay down inside, swallowed and absorbed the Qi of life and spiritual power, and recovered his body as soon as possible. Many green light spots automatically drill into the pores, infiltrate the blood and bones of the whole body, and even rush to the heart.

Qin Ming almost whispered. After being tortured by severe pain for so long, I'm finally comfortable.

While receiving the gift of tree cocoon, he observed the tree cocoon. There are not only green light, but also many soft branches, which are floating gently. Green liquid is flowing on them. After falling, they become green light, filled with the breath of life and spiritual power in the tree cocoon.

It seems that it is the "sea of air" and "heart" of this giant tree.

There is also a faint body fragrance in the tree cocoon, which should be buried by the flower witch owner.

Did she really get the chance here?

Can I do that?

try!

Qin Ming grasped the branches and studied them carefully, but he did not find anything else except rich energy.

Did the buried flower witch Lord take them all? Is there no other secret in this?

After Qin's life recovered for a while, he began to look in the branches. The tree cocoon is as big as a wooden house, with seven or eight thick branches. There are palm sized leaves on many branches. Picking one and putting it in your mouth is refreshing like eating a spiritual fruit. The cool feeling is like cleaning all your internal organs, and you can't help shivering.

"What is this?" Qin Ming turned in the note for a long time and finally found a strange thing.

An egg?

An egg with scales?

incorrect.

Qin Ming picked it up and saw that it was a spirit fruit the size of a fist, but the skin was like a scale, tied on a thick branch.

Qin Ming peeled the peel, and the fruit inside was crystal clear. It was like a green gem without any impurities, but it was very soft. Careful observation showed that the fluorescence on the surface occasionally showed wonderful characters, which would disappear again soon, and then appear again, so back and forth.

Qin Ming searched other places for a while and found the second one, but he found a similar peel in eight different corners.

"She ate eight? Two left?"

Qin Ming peeled off two spiritual fruits and didn't know them, but since he had eaten eight buried flowers, they were bound in this kind of tree cocoon. They must not be ordinary products.

Qin Ming looked out and determined that the flower burial witch Lord was still sleeping. Then he comfortably lay in the spacious tree cocoon and began to enjoy the spiritual fruit.

The spirit fruit melts at the entrance, and it automatically seeps into the meridians of the whole body. Its spiritual power is very huge. After a while, it enriches each meridians. After refining, it continuously flows into the weak sea of Qi, reviving the sleeping thunder toad.

Qin Ming slowly enjoyed the nourishment of the spiritual fruit, peeped into his whole body and observed these spiritual powers, hoping to have any miraculous effects.

At first, there was nothing, but the spiritual power was very pure, and there was a surging vitality. The injuries all over the body healed quickly, ten times faster than gold and blood. The dried up spiritual power was also enriched rapidly, like a surging river pouring into the sea of Qi.

Qin Ming can almost obviously feel that he is recovering to his peak.

I've never seen a spiritual fruit with such great effect. He's a four fold saint. Can he recover in the twinkling of an eye? it is beyond logic and above reason.

But gradually, Qin Ming found that there was a wonderful but unable to capture power integrated into his soul, and there was a complex and mysterious thing unconsciously in his consciousness.

Qin Ming concentrated and calmed down, put aside his thoughts and felt the power.

As time went by, those mysterious things gradually became clear in Qin Ming's mind.

He saw the mysterious shadow of the whole island. The river tide surged day and night, the woods changed in four seasons, monsters multiplied and lived, and the island loomed and appeared in the fog and drifted far away.

He saw a figure standing in the sky overlooking the islands. His figure was hazy, but he had a wonderful feeling, as if he dominated the life here and controlled the world.

He saw that the sky was misty and mysterious, twisted with countless strange brilliance, flying all over the sky like colored silk. Those strange lights seem to have amazing power, affect the flow of spiritual power of the whole island, and dominate the life and death of all spiritual demons.

Qin's life sank deeper and deeper, as if he had sunk into this mysterious space and stood above the whole island.

The hazy figure is in front, but it is ethereal and out of reach. Strange lights constantly floated out of him, poured into the sky, broke into mountains and rivers, and shrouded the island.

"Who are you?" Qin Ming walked to the back, but his consciousness became hazy and heavy, completely trapped here. He walked forward step by step, but he couldn't get close to his back. But unconsciously, a wonderful light fell from the sky and wrapped around him like silk to get into his body.

In the cocoon, Qin Ming suddenly woke up, and his confused consciousness soon became clear. He was stunned again and again. His thoughts flew around. Was that back the former owner of the island? Qin Ming picked up the other lingguo and looked at it. This fruit is borne on the tree, but it has the consciousness of the owner of that year? What is the relationship between this tree and its owner? Is the tree the master?

Did the flower burial witch Lord eat eight of these fruits to control the island?

Qin Ming was more and more excited when he thought about it. Whether it was right or not, he ate it first. He opened his mouth, swallowed the second fruit, lay in the cocoon, concentrated on refining, and tracked the strange power and wonderful consciousness again.