Chapter 412: This Is Wisdom

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Standing at the entrance of the waterfall, Zhu Minglang stretched out the palm of his left hand, accumulating his spiritual power in the palm, and gradually extracted the soul of the Holy Spirit, who had been cultivated for more than 20,000 years.

Gather souls and brew pearls!

The 25,000-year-old soul orbs were simply too tempting, and Zhu Minglang's excited little hands trembled slightly.

But the Fiendish Dragon spread its wings and erected those bloody feather scales.

Zhu Minglang gathers souls to brew pearls, and the evil dragon sucks away all the blood of the holy spirit of the Juehai Yinghuang!

Generally, the blood of more than 10,000 years is enough to satisfy the taste of the evil dragon, and the blood of more than 20,000 years is simply a gluttonous feast. The long tail of the evil dragon drank blood happily, and drank like drunk Generally intoxicated.

Its blood-soaked feather scales are changing, changing obviously, gradually showing a brilliant and brilliant color from colorful and dazzling. From a distance, it looks like countless dark jade crystals hanging from the cave, dazzling and pleasing to the eye!

After Zhu Minglang finished collecting souls and brewing pearls, Tianshalong also had a delicious meal.

"What should I say, as long as you show strength, it will definitely not launch a full offensive against you, and it may turn around and run away." Zhu Minglang said to Tianshalong.

Tian Shalong nodded heavily.

Humans are indeed cunning and insidious.

Of course, it is mainly due to the superb acting skills of the Dragon King!

"I can know your inner thoughts. This is called wisdom." Zhu Minglang said angrily.

"Hey" Tianshalong said, I didn't intend to hide my true thoughts.

"Although you are not stupid, but human beings have a lot of wisdom passed down, such as the art of war, tactics, and psychological games. Look at this Juehai Eagle Emperor, he can't beat you, but he can fight you." Zhu Minglang began his lecture.

Tian Shalong hiccupped, pretending he didn't hear it, and didn't bother to pay attention to Zhu Minglang.

"I always feel that there is something very important, but I won't remember it for a while." Zhu Minglang muttered.

"Hey..." Tianshalong raised his head, facing a huge pine tree above the valley in the distance.

"Han Wan, oh, why didn't you remind me earlier!" Zhu Minglang slapped his forehead, and quickly jumped on the back of Tianshalong, letting him fly towards the huge pine tree.

Tian Shalong looked unhappy.

Everyone is immersed in the joy of harvesting the booty, why do you criticize me!

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Arriving at the big pine tree, Zhu Minglang saw a slender woman hanging on a branch.

She was in a comatose state, she still had some wounds on her body, and her clothes were a little ragged. It seemed that she had fled in this magic island for some time, but was finally caught by the Juehai Eagle Emperor.

Fortunately, there is still gas.

Zhu Minglang fed her some water first, and then treated some wounds on her body to prevent them from getting worse.

He took out a bunch of grass beads and hung them around Han Wan's neck. With fresh breath in his nostrils, Han Wan's breathing gradually became much more stable.

"It's a good thing that Lu Yuan Xun warmly sent me so many grass beads, otherwise I would have to confess here." Zhu Minglang hugged Han Wan on the back of Tianshalong.

It's good if you don't die.

Lin Zhaoda's instruction in the sky can be considered as a blessing to Han Wan, allowing Han Wan to save her life in this situation.

Taking Han Wan to the big tree hole, Zhu Minglang checked the number of grass beads. With two people, they should be able to last for another two days. Grass beads.

It's a bit strange to say,

Zhu Minglang found that his need for grass beads these days was not as great as before.

You don't even need grass beads, as long as you don't step into a place with strong rot, and keep breathing regularly, you won't have that dizzy feeling.

Could it be that this strange fragrance is not a real poisonous gas?

Just need a process of adaptation? ?

Otherwise, how would other creatures on this magic island survive?

"No matter what, I still want to find a way to leave here. Yan Zhen doesn't know if he will go or not. If he is determined to silence him, he has to adapt to the strange fragrance here as much as possible."

After lighting the fire, Zhu Minglang processed the eagle meat and found that the taste of the eagle emperor meat of more than 20,000 years is very good!

Few people would eat eagle meat, not only hard to chew, but also sour.

But those who have practiced are those who have been cultivated. They were obviously baptized by the black dragon flames. They should have been burnt black and unpalatable, but the result was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. It feels like they have been carefully cooked by a top chef!

The meat of the Emperor Eagle is delicious, but it's a pity that the big black tooth didn't break out of the cocoon, otherwise it would definitely eat happily and grow strong!

Zhu Minglang got a lot of good things from Juehai Yinghuang.

The first is the Eagle Emperor Soul Orb with the highest value, twenty-five thousand years, this thing can easily be sold for millions of gold.

The second is Eagle Emperor's golden beak and golden claws, which are harder than the most refined metal and can be used to forge sacred weapons. As a forger, Zhu Minglang is naturally aware of their speciality.

It's a pity that the golden eagle feathers have been blackened, and these eagle emperor feathers must be rare and expensive.

What is left is some eagle meat, eagle bones, and eagle crowns.

Both the bone and the crown should be able to sell for hundreds of thousands of gold. After all, it is the holy spirit of more than 20,000 years, and the complete parts of the holy spirit are very marketable.

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Living in the tree hole, Zhu Minglang began to try not to wear grass beads.

Since it can adapt, there is no need to waste the grass beads, and saving them for the Tianshalong is the greatest safety guarantee.

After a day or two, Zhu Minglang began to adjust his breath.

Breath regulation is very important when practicing swords.

Whether you exhale or inhale when you draw the sword, the power is very different.

So breathing adjustment is not too difficult for him.

After a while of calming down, Zhu Minglang realized that the strange fragrance was not a real poison, it just paralyzed people's senses and organs through the fragrance, making people inhale hard, but in fact it did nothing.

As long as you pay attention to this point, the influence of the strange fragrance will not be as terrible as imagined.

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Han Wan was in a coma for two days and still didn't wake up.

Although Zhu Minglang knew how to overcome the strange fragrance, but Han Wan didn't wake up, and he couldn't teach her.

What's more, the viscera also need a process of adaptation. If this continues, Han Wan may really die on the island.

"I have to find another way out. By the way, it seems that part of the water in the rift waterfall is poured into the ground." Zhu Minglang recalled the valley where the Tianshalong and the Juehaiyinghuang fought.

There are cracks in that valley, and water gushes out from under the cracks, thus forming underground valley rivers.

The river water will eventually flow into the sea, so if you follow the undercurrent under the crack, you may be able to directly enter the sea!

"Ahem!"

While thinking, a cough sounded.

Zhu Minglang turned his head and saw that Han Wan had woken up, but she was coughing badly.