Chapter 1223 Runaway Ancient Sea Grace and Resentment (1)

Chapter 1223 Gratitude and Resentment (1)

The former owner of Lost Le Forbidden Island planted this tree before his death, buried his own bones under the tree, and used the power of flesh, soul and esoteric power as nourishment, so that the tree has such a terrifying scale today. To some extent, this tree is actually the incarnation of the old master. It absorbs power from the entire island and returns it to the island. It is the core of the island and controls the island.

The remaining soul of the old master wakes up every fifty years, and observes the island he created through this tree.

The cocoon of the big tree is just as Qin Ming thought, it is equivalent to the "heart" and "sea of ​​air" of the tree.

It is the source of spirit, but also the source of life.

There is majestic and vast spiritual power here, as well as rich and pure life force.

The ten fruits conceived in the tree cocoon were conceived by the big tree itself later, and have grown for a full thousand years, and the reserves of life force and spiritual power inside are extremely amazing. One shot made Qin Ming, the fourth heaven of the Holy Martial Realm, recover to its peak in just ten minutes, his broken body was also completely restored, and even the hidden dangers left by his injuries were completely cleaned up.

The wisp of the old master's soul thoughts and esoteric power stayed in the tree cocoon, and when the Flower Burial Witch Master 'lived' in, it was completely integrated into her soul. However, after all, the tree cocoon has preserved the soul and the power of the profound truth for thousands of years, and the fruit transformed from the tree cocoon also has a small amount of the power of the profound truth, and also part of the soul power of the old master.

That's why when Qin Ming was refining the spirit fruit, he saw the shadows and the 'different lights' that symbolized the power of the profound truth.

Qin Ming is refining the fruit, that is, merging the soul power and profound power in the fruit. Although it is equivalent to the original profound meaning of the Flower Burial Witch Lord, what Qin Ming got is only a small part, just like oceans and lakes, but after all, this is a power of profound meaning that cannot be truly controlled, but it is enough for him to display part of it. power.

After Qin Ming swallowed the two spiritual fruits, he began to fuse with all his strength, and the barrier that had reached the realm was loosened violently at this moment.

Thousands of spirit monsters surrounded the snow-capped mountain, and many spirit monsters wanted to rush into it, but high-level holy warrior spirit monsters like the three-eyed giant spirit ape knew that it was untouchable, not only the palace of the new owner, but also the deep-seated The secret, once they go in and fight, it's not just the mountain that will be damaged, but the entire island is likely to be damaged. So they choose to continue to wait, as long as the new owner calls, they will act immediately. If they don't call, they will not act rashly.

As a result, the wait was three days!

In the tree cocoon, strong light flickered, energy boiled, and countless electric lights filled the whole tree cocoon, rumbling and rumbling. But the tree cocoon is extremely tough, firmly suppressing the explosive power. Only in the cracked gap, strong light and thunder continued to shoot out, vigorously, disturbing the tranquility of the giant cave.

Qin Ming is breaking through! Leap to the fifth heaven of the Holy Martial Realm!

The flower burial witch suddenly opened his eyes from a coma, his consciousness was confused and extremely weak, and he could hardly distinguish between reality and illusion. But it didn't take long for the rumbling noise in the tree cocoon to bring her back to reality bit by bit from the chaos, and her distracted gaze gradually regained focus.

This is... the tomb?

Is that a tree cocoon?

Is there someone inside?

Is it... Qin Ming?

What is he doing in the noodle?

The Flower Burial Witch Master was awake, and was about to rush up when she got up, but her consciousness was spinning, and she almost knelt on the ground. Her face was pale, her breath was weak, and she seemed to have no strength in her body, and her soul was being eroded by the cold murderous aura, and she felt like she was about to be torn apart. Crushing pain.

The flower burial witch suddenly found out... where are the clothes? She didn't even have half a piece of clothes on her body, not even half a piece of cloth to cover her shame. Her snow-white skin, private parts, and enchanting curves were completely exposed. And there was a black knife stuck in her chest, and the black knife was emitting black air, eroding her soul.

The Flower Burial Witch Master was stunned for a while, almost suffocated, his mood was in chaos, and the consciousness that was just about to recover was once again attacked by the terrible killing intent. Qin Ming sucked a lot of her life force, and she was as weak as someone who was about to die. At this moment, she couldn't resist such strong emotional fluctuations. Her eyes went dark, and she fainted on the ground again.

Before he fell into a coma, what echoed in his mind was the deep-rooted resentment towards Qin Ming.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already three days later. Although the headache was splitting, but the feeling of confusion was no longer so strong, but it was so weak that it was difficult to breathe, and it seemed that he couldn't move his fingers, and he felt like he was about to die in a trance.

A frivolous whistle caught her attention, her eyes regained a little light, her beautiful eyes turned slightly, and she saw a familiar face that could no longer be familiar.

"Are you awake? Did you sleep soundly?" Qin Ming smiled frivolously, holding her wrist with his left hand, and holding the Asura Saber against her heart with his right hand, ready to swallow life force and plunge into her chest at any time.

A gloomy coldness flashed in the eyes of the Flower Burial Witch Lord, but he couldn't move when he wanted to, that kind of weakness was simply dizzying.

"You're welcome, I'm afraid you'll be cold, so I'll cover you with some clothes."

The Flower Burial Witch Lord turned his head weakly, looking at him with cold eyes.

"You are in good shape and well maintained." Qin Ming deliberately looked at her. Although she was covered with clothes, she could still see the undulating curves. The long legs and jade arms exposed were white and flawless, and the jade was slender.

The Flower Burial Witch's breathing was slightly messy, but he soon calmed down again, not being fooled by Qin Ming. Despite the endless humiliation and resentment in his heart, he forcibly calmed down.

Qin Ming secretly had a toothache, and calmed down again? It's all so exciting, how can she calm down? This is strong willpower, or too shrewd, shrewd to a certain extent.

"I thought about it seriously. We haven't sat down and had a good talk since we met."

"It's also the first time I saw you standing in front of me peacefully... yes, lying down."

"You are so beautiful, you should keep it."

"Oh... After all, we've known each other for four or five years."

"What is the relationship between us? How should this grievance be calculated?"

"Who is bullying whom, and who should hate whom?"

"The first time we met, it was you who wanted to kill me and take away my weapon spirit. Later, you sent someone to kill me. I ran for my life in a hurry and hid everywhere. Then, when I just came out of Long Live Mountain, you went to Kill me. I think, I’m a victim. If it weren’t for my fate, I would have been torn apart by you long ago, so the person who should hate and blame should be me. Why are you still like mortals? "

"Compared to your killing me, it doesn't matter if I pull your clothes a few times. I think so, what do you think?"

The Flower Burial Witch Master closed her hearing and eyes, resisting the resentment and humiliation that might erupt at any time, and meditated to adjust her breath. As long as he recovers a little bit, he will kill this bastard immediately, stop torturing him, and kill him directly!

"Big sister of the funeral flower..." Qin Ming coughed a few times, lying on the side of the flower funeral witch, his voice mixed with spiritual power, forced into the ear of the funeral flower witch, and he had to listen if he didn't listen.