Chapter 1222 Runaway Ancient Sea - Profound Truth Fruit

Chapter 1222 Mysterious Fruit

The more Qin Ming looked at it, the more he thought about it. This tree must have a secret, and it is in that tree cocoon.

Qin Ming recovered for another half a day, stood up with his already complete body, took a deep breath, grabbed the bark and began to climb up. Although the surface of the body has recovered, the meridians, blood vessels and internal organs are still lacking, but after all, it is the physique of the fourth heaven of holy martial arts, and it barely bears the heavy pressure and climbs up step by step.

But not long after climbing, Qin Ming looked down at the unconscious flower burial witch, still very worried. This woman is too dangerous, without insurance, he really doesn't feel at ease.

Have! Qin Ming jumped down from the tree and walked to the side of the Flower Burial Witch. Concentrating her soul, she grabbed the Asura Saber that had just withdrawn her sea of ​​energy, and thrust it into her chest with a puff. The killing intent of the Asura Saber continued to affect the mind of the Flower Burial Witch, causing her to faint in weakness and sink in a coma.

Sealed the Flower Burial Witch Master with the Shura Knife.

Qin Ming checked carefully for a while, and was relieved after confirming that there was nothing wrong. Under heavy pressure, he climbed towards the tree cocoon.

The tree cocoon is made of hundreds of arms-thick branches. It is very dense, and it looks more like a giant heart at a close distance. Every branch is verdant, like a translucent emerald, blooming with soft light. Squeeze into the tree cocoon through the cracked gap, and the inside is a world of light and shadow. Countless green light spots float like stars, reflecting the place softly and mysteriously.

Taking a deep breath, the rich breath of life and spiritual power penetrated through the body. It was indescribably comfortable, and the internal organs seemed to be stretched.

Huh? Spiritual power!

Qin Ming could feel spiritual power suddenly, is it a normal recovery? Or is the tree cocoon isolated from the mysterious power of the Forbidden Island?

Qin Ming didn't care so much, he quickly lay down inside, swallowing the breath of life and spiritual power, and recovered his body as soon as possible. Many green light spots automatically drilled into the pores, soaked into the flesh and bones of the whole body, and even rushed to the heart.

Qin Ming almost groaned. After being tortured by severe pain for so long, I finally felt comfortable.

While receiving the gift of the tree cocoon, he observed the tree cocoon. There is not only green light here, but also many soft branches, which are gently fluttering, with green liquid flowing out of them, and after falling, they all turn into green light, filling the life energy 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 belong to the flower burial witch.

Could it be that she really got a chance here?

Can I?

try it!

Qin Ming grabbed the heel branch and studied it carefully, but after studying it, he found nothing except the strong energy.

Could it be that they were all taken away by the Flower Burial Witch Lord?

Isn't there any other secret in it?

After Qin Ming recovered for a while, he began to rummage through the branches. This tree cocoon is as big as a wooden house, with seven or eight layers of thick branches, and palm-sized leaves grow on many branches. Pick a piece and put it in your mouth, it is as refreshing as eating a spiritual fruit, and the cool feeling seems to be After cleaning all the internal organs, I couldn't help shivering.

"What is this?" Qin Ming rummaged through the note for a long time, and finally found a strange thing.

an egg?

An egg with scales?

wrong.

Qin Ming picked it up and saw that it was a fist-sized spiritual fruit, but the skin looked like scales, and it was knotted on a thick branch.

Qin Ming peeled off the peel, and the fruit inside was crystal clear, like a green gemstone without any impurities, but very soft. If you observe carefully, the fluorescence on the surface will occasionally show wonderful characters, and it will disappear soon. After a while, it appeared again, and so on.

Qin Ming rummaged in other places for a while, and found a second one, but found similar peels in eight different corners.

"She ate eight? Are there two left?"

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

Qin Ming poked his probe out to make sure that the flower burial witch was still asleep, and then he lay comfortably in the spacious tree cocoon and began to enjoy the spiritual fruit.

The spiritual fruit melts at the entrance, and it automatically enters the meridians of the whole body. The spiritual power contained in it is very huge. After a while, every meridian is enriched. Lei Chan.

Qin Ming slowly enjoyed the nourishment of the spiritual fruit, and observed these spiritual powers from the inside, hoping for some miraculous effect.

It was nothing at first, but the spiritual power was very pure, and there was still a surge of life force. The wounds all over his body healed quickly, ten times faster than the golden blood, and the dried up spiritual power was also quickly enriched, like a rushing river pouring in sea ​​of ​​air.

Qin Ming could almost clearly feel that he was recovering to his peak state.

I have never seen a spiritual fruit that can have such a huge effect. He is a fourth-level holy martial artist, so he can recover in a blink of an eye? Incredible.

But gradually, Qin Ming discovered that there was a wonderful but ungraspable power blending into his soul, and a complicated and mysterious thing unconsciously appeared in his consciousness.

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

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

He saw the fascination of the entire island, the river tide rushing day and night, the forest changing seasons, monsters multiplying, and the island appearing and disappearing in the mist, drifting far away.

He saw a figure from the back, standing in the sky, overlooking the archipelago, the back was hazy, but he had a very strange feeling, as if he dominated the common people here and controlled the world.

He saw the misty and mysterious sky, twisted with countless strange brilliance, flying all over the sky like colored silk. Those strange lights seem to have astonishing power, affecting the flow of spiritual power in the entire island, and dominating the life and death of all spirit monsters.

Qin Ming sank deeper and deeper, as if sinking into this mysterious space, standing above the entire island.

The hazy figure was in front of him, but it was unreachable. Wonderful strange light kept floating from him, pouring into the sky, breaking into the mountains and rivers, and covering the island.

"Who are you?" Qin Ming walked towards the back, but his consciousness became hazy and heavy, and he was completely stuck here. He walked forward step by step, but he couldn't get close to that figure, but unknowingly, a wonderful strange light fell from the sky, wrapped around him like silk, and wanted to penetrate into his body.

In the cocoon, Qin Ming suddenly woke up, and his confused consciousness quickly became clear. He was stunned and stunned, his thoughts were spinning, is that figure from the back the former owner of this island?

Qin Ming picked up the other spiritual fruit and watched it intently. This fruit is grown on a tree, but it has the consciousness of the owner? What is the relationship between this tree and this owner? Is the tree the master?

Could it be that the Flower Burial Witch Master ate eight of these fruits to control the island?

The more Qin Ming thought about it, the more excited he became, whether it was or not, let's eat first. He opened his mouth to swallow the second fruit, lay in the tree cocoon, focused on refining, and traced that strange power and wonderful consciousness again.