Chapter 117

A little bit of starlight scattered in the canyon, in the moonlight, ginseng tree flashing a strange luster.

At the top, the black ginseng fruit is rocking wildly.

I know, that's a sign that ginseng fruit is about to mature!

At this time, Qingfeng criticizes his head, his eyes are red, and he stares at the direction of the ginseng tree.

I believe that if he had not been seriously injured, he would have rushed to ginseng fruit regardless of the cost.

At this point, Warwick the werewolf stands up from the ground.

I was shocked to see his action.

Should not these two people see ginseng fruit is about to mature, also want to share a share?

Perhaps aware of the thought in my heart, the werewolf sneered: "boy, I'm not as dirty as you think. On that day, I promised death to take back the ginseng fruit. Now that ginseng fruit is mature, my task is over. It's time to go back to Carlos and ask for my alchemy materials. " Between the words, a light appeared behind the werewolf.

All of a sudden, the light shocked and wrapped the Werewolf in it. Suddenly, the figure of the werewolf disappeared in front of my eyes... Until finally, it disappeared completely.

"Although Warwick's soul has fallen, there is no doubt that he is powerful. I hope he will not become our enemy in the future." Yan's voice slowly floated to come over, listen to this I am a little Leng, then nodded.

Yan is right. The strength of the werewolf is really palpitating. At least now I'm not sure I can beat him.

Hoo...

now that the werewolf is gone, the next thing will be easier.

Turn to see a breeze, found that he seems not to give up, to Yan make eyes, Yan immediately understand, immediately toward the breeze walked past.

And I was walking slowly towards the ginseng tree.

Perhaps knowing my intention, Qingfeng began to go crazy: "Ge xiaolun, don't forget the agreement between you and my master."

Screw you - damn it!

You use such a vicious way to ripen the ginseng fruit. Do you still want me to give you the ginseng tree.

It's also a disaster for such trees to stay in the world. It's better to get rid of them as soon as possible. Of course, before getting rid of ginseng trees, ginseng fruits must be picked first.

I am not a pedantic person. Although I hate zhenyuanzi for using 81 lives to ripen ginseng fruit, it has happened. I can't let ginseng fruit rot on the tree!

My right hand stretched out slowly. Just as I was about to meet ginseng fruit, there was a long howling sound in the distance.

You're here at last!

Seeing Qingfeng's happy face, I sighed.

The only one who can make the desperate breeze look like this is Zhen Yuanzi.

Sure enough, as soon as the roar just fell, a figure appeared in my line of sight.

At this time, zhenyuanzi looked a little more miserable than when he was in wuzhuangguan. The scar in the middle of his brow widened more and more, and there were several cracks in his body. It was like a porcelain, which broke with a little effort.

"Master, why are you here?" Mingyue looks at zhenyuanzi in front of her and exclaims: "without the protection of the statue, aren't you...

before Mingyue finishes speaking, zhenyuanzi waves and interrupts:" if I don't come again, your elder martial brother Qingfeng will be brought back to trial. "

When the moon heard this, she lowered her head in shame.

If she had done it at that time, Qingfeng would not have been reduced to such a state.

"Zhenyuanzi, you are here at last." I sneer, squint and ask: "I just want to ask, can you feel a little guilty about what you have done recently?"

Zhenyuanzi looked up at the ginseng tree and raised his mouth slightly: "what's wrong with me?"

What a mistake!

I'm afraid that in Zhen Yuanzi's mind, these 81 lives are like voices.

It was not until this moment that I realized that myths are deceptive.

For Zhen Yuanzi, a God above, he doesn't care about the life and death of mortals.

In that case, it's only one war!

Take a deep breath, storm sword straight at Zhen Yuanzi's chest, coldly said: "today, I will kill you!"

"Ha ha..." Zhen Yuanzi seemed to hear a big joke, and laughed wildly. After a long time, his eyes were frozen and he said coldly, "what are you, dare you point your sword at me. Even if the monkey king comes, I won't be afraid of him. What's more, he is a little guy who just inherited the heart of fighting

Hearing what Zhen Yuanzi said, I didn't talk nonsense any more. I rushed over with the storm sword.

"Since you are in such a hurry to die, I'll give you a ride."

Boom!

Although there was a blast in my ear, when I looked at it again, the figure of zhenyuanzi had disappeared."Xiao Lun, watch your back!" In the distance, Yan's reminder sounded.

But before I turned around, I felt a palm on my back.

All of a sudden, I felt as if I had been hit by a mountain on my back. The whole person flew out and fell on the ground, and a big mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of my mouth. I looked at the original place, and zhenyuanzi said contemptuously: "I thought you had some ability to inherit the fighting heart, but I didn't think you could even take my move."

Damn it!

This guy looks like he's dying, but why is he so strong?

There must be something strange in it.

Thinking of this, I looked around and found that there was a bright light not far away.

In the dark night sky, the light is very eye-catching.

Moreover, I also found that Zhen Yuanzi looked at the source of the light from time to time, and there was a look of anxiety in his eyes.

I didn't realize it. Instead, I stared at Zhen Yuanzi and said coldly, "are you not afraid of the curse of heaven?"

"The curse of heaven?" Zhenyuanzi pointed to the sky and said with a trace of irony: "this is not my world. The sky here can't control me."

"Is there any good in your heart?" I moved back without moving my face, and asked in a cold voice: "in journey to the west, you are the ancestor of the earth immortals, protecting thousands of people, but what have you done now. What's the use of ginseng fruit ripened with 81 pieces of life? "

"You are wrong." Zhenyuanzi shook his head slowly, with a smile of evil spirit on his face: "do you think that three thousand years can be filled with 81 children's spirit?"

Suddenly, a bad premonition rose in my heart, but before I spoke, Zhen Yuanzi said to himself, "three thousand years of flowering, three thousand years of fruit, three thousand years of maturity... I can't wait for three thousand years, so I have to use three thousand children instead."

Boom!

Heaven and earth down a god thunder, seems to be suffering for the 3000 lives.