Seeing what the prophet took out, Qin Yichen was stunned. He didn't expect that what he took out now was this.

What she took out was the skull of the daffodil that had not turned into dust after he killed it.

"It's mine. What's the matter?"

After listening to Qin Yichen's question, the prophet first nodded to Qin Yichen, and then felt the skull he took. But in an instant, he took a breath, and at the same time, he threw the skull on the ground.

"What happened?" Qin Yichen looks at the prophet curiously.

The prophet frowned at Qin Yichen and said, "this thing has potential for development. It's a treasure in itself. Do you want to have a try?"

Hearing what the prophet said, Qin Yichen also took up the skull. I don't know what kind of power your skull has, but in his opinion, the skull should have no power.

Just as Qin Yichen thought about it, the prophet breathed a sigh of helplessness.

"This thing should come from a man who has native property. Are you the enemy of him and killed him in the end?"

Qin Yichen nodded to the prophet in a daze. She didn't know what deeper meaning these things had?

"If so, that's right. I feel a strong resentment from it. This thing itself is a treasure. It condenses the power of sand and stone, which is the same as our natural wood power. If you want to, you can absorb these powers."

"Can I really do all this?" Qin Yichen looks at the prophet curiously.

"Of course, it's like a box to us, so we want to open the box at any time, but you have to deal with the resentment when we open the box."

"I'll deal with it? Prophet, I don't quite understand what you said. Could you tell me more about it? " Qin Yichen's eyes were full of doubts. At least what the prophet said to him now made him a little confused.

"Your enemy, that is, the person you killed, still has a part of consciousness in it. If I activate this thing and let you gain the power above, the resentment will surely come out. You must completely defeat the resentment and let it disappear. Then you can gain the power of the sand and stone above. It may be a skill for you, Maybe it's a skill. It's up to you. "

Qin Yichen wanted to gain more power, so he quickly nodded to the prophet, "I do, but now your body?"

Although Qin Yichen was very happy, he could not help but worry about the situation of the prophet at this time.

However, he did not expect that the prophet would smile at Qin Yichen and shake his head.

"You don't have to worry about my situation. Anyway, I will die sooner or later. It's just to do what I can before I die. It can increase your strength and increase the possibility of survival of the spirit of the forest. But you must promise me that you will help the spirit of the forest to go to the light again."

Looking at the prophet so serious, Qin Yichen put up his right index finger, middle finger and ring finger, pointed to the sky and said to the prophet in front of him.

"I, Qin Yichen, am willing to do everything I can to help the whole Mori spirit family to their light and glory."

"Ha ha, that's good." The prophet said with a smile, "if you are ready to meet your enemies, let me know."

Looking at the prophet's serious face, it should be ready to start. Qin Yichen thought in his heart.

Hearing what the prophet said, Qin Yichen nodded to the prophet.

He has now adjusted his state, and her energy is not restrained in the whole forest.

That is to say, now Qin Yichen can release his most powerful power.

In this case, of course, he would not be afraid of the daffodil in the sandstorm skull.

Huang Fengxian had been defeated by himself once, and he would be defeated the second time. Qin Yichen thought in his heart.

Seeing that Qin Yichen had already nodded, and his expression was so serious, the prophet on the side laughed, and a little green light in his hand suddenly penetrated into the wind sand skull.

And the skull suddenly became extremely huge, and soon turned into a pile of smoke.

Qin Yichen is very curious. What's the matter? How can it become a pile of dust?

Just as he thought about it, the smoke slowly closed in the middle and became a person.

Seeing that man, Qin Yichen's face turned a smile. Isn't this the Huang Fengxian you saw before? It looks like the daffodils are coming back to life again with the help of smoke.

"Be careful, it's not him. It's his own resentment, which will attack you wantonly."

The prophet on the side reminds Qin Yichen that just after finishing this sentence, Huang Fengxian's figure rushes to Mo Yan.

When he rushed over, he also waved his hands at the same time. One after another, the flying sand shot from his sleeve towards Qin Yichen.

Looking at this full of sand and stone, Qin Yichen smile, how can he? If you can do anything, it's not too easy for you to be dealt with.

With a wave of his right hand in front of him, three soul steles stood in front of him, blocking the wind and sand.

But at this time, the sandstorm was smashed when it collided with the soul stone tablet, but in an instant, it condensed directly in front of Qin Yichen and turned into the yellow wind fairy. At the same time, it rushed towards itself.

Qin Yichen's heart fretted, and he didn't know how Huang Fengxian did all this. At least it seemed a little abnormal on his side.

He turned himself into an element, and at the same time, he could easily separate and then combine. It would be difficult for ordinary people to deal with it, Qin Yichen thought in his heart.

Just when he thought of it, Huang Fengxian's figure moved again. He didn't give Qin Yichen so much time to think.

His body was divided into two parts, half of which turned into a long gun in the sky, and the other half into a big hand. All of a sudden, he grasped Qin Yichen's foot. Qin Yichen had no way to move.

For a moment and a half, Qin Yichen had no way to break through the confinement.