After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 238|A flowering tree

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Xiao Sui's face turned green and white for a while, and he wanted to open his mouth and bite, but when his eyes fell on the vast and endless sea of ​​consciousness in front of him, he suddenly fell silent.

Unconsciously, I felt a little bit lucky that I hadn't really fought with Qiao Wan before. With this knowledge, crushing him to death would not be as easy as crushing an ant.

Staring at the tree in front of them, the three good friends with evil intentions were all a little worried.

"Then what's going on with this tree?" Fang Lingqing asked in horror.

We can’t really have relatives here, right?

Qiao Wan: "Let's see again."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tree nearby suddenly exploded with a bang.

Blocks of wood flew all over the sky, and one of them bounced directly towards Xiao Sui's head. Without noticing, Xiao Sui was hit so hard that his chin tilted back and two nosebleeds spurted out.

Fang Lingqing, a brain-dead young man, hesitated silently for a moment: "Is this... committing suicide due to unbearable humiliation?"

As it turned out, this was not over yet. Behind the tree that was vomiting blood and self-destructing, was a rabbit jumping in front of me. It seemed as if something had stretched it out all over its body. The rabbit was getting bigger and bigger, and it was getting bigger and bigger. In the blink of an eye, clusters of flesh and blood exploded and adhered to the white bones, like a blooming flower tree.

Even so, this rabbit is still alive, with red eyes spinning around. When the wind blows, the flesh on its body flutters to the ground, but the four rabbit legs seem to be stuck into the ground. Here, never move again.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wan and others looked at each other, and no one dared to say anything.

"What's going on?" This is what Xiao Sui asked in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Fang Lingqing shook her head solemnly.

If a tree can bleed or self-destruct, it can be explained, but there is no way to explain the rabbit blossoming.

Qiao Wan clenched her sword tightly and immediately took a step forward, but her wrist was grabbed by Xiao Sui.

"You don't want your life?" Xiao Sui looked ugly, "If you don't want your life, forget it. Don't implicate me. Wait and see."

Qiao Wan glanced at him and stopped. The three of them watched the rabbit in front of them take root in the ground like a tree.

Except for the bloodstains on the grass and the fallen pieces of meat, the surroundings seemed to be quiet again, just like an ordinary mountain forest.

Now, even if you don’t want to move forward anymore, you must move on.

*

Wang Ruyi was in a very low mood.

I didn’t expect that I would be separated from Lu Cixian and the others as soon as I entered the secret realm. As I walked, I bumped into someone from Shandao Academy.

A glance out of the corner of his eye.

The disfigured young man whom I had seen before was directing some of his juniors to investigate with a gloomy face, while the others stayed here temporarily.

Obviously, Yu Xingzhi also encountered the strange scene that Qiao Wan encountered.

*

As for Chongde Ancient Garden, Baishan Lake and Meng Canglang also looked a little solemn.

But what they saw was not a rabbit blooming. It was a bit more terrifying than a rabbit blooming. A disciple blossomed.

At first, the disciple was walking well, but suddenly his feet seemed to have roots. He stretched out his arms, like a tree. He didn't speak or call for help, but quietly took root in the ground. The flesh and blood on his arms Clusters exploded, adhered to the arm bones, and swayed in the wind.

Like a tree full of flowers.

*

"How's it going?" Yu Xingzhi's face turned pale, "Is there anything going on?"

The good disciple who came to report back was pale and trembling, obviously very frightened.

Yu Xingzhi was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and pressed on the disciple's shoulder.

Feeling the warmth of a living person on his shoulder, the disciple finally came to his senses, stretched out his hand, and gently wrote a few words on Yu Xingzhi's palm.

"Junior Brother Liu, he is dead."

After all, not everyone has the cheating consciousness like Qiao Wan. Before knowing what is causing trouble, keeping quiet is undoubtedly a more prudent approach.

Yu Xingzhi's gloomy face looked over his junior brother's shoulder and looked behind him.

Three or four good disciples, carrying Junior Brother Liu, walked over here as if they were mourning for an heir.

As soon as he saw the tragic appearance of the corpse, Yu Xingzhi, who had experienced the ghost market, couldn't help but feel a surge in his stomach. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the ugly girl walking over here in ignorance, and decisively walked behind her. With a tug and a flick, a few words with spiritual power were written on Wang Ruyi's arm.

"Back."

"Oh." Wang Ruyi retreated obediently.

Yu Xingzhi then came closer and lowered his head to take a closer look.

The corpse in front of me has no head, not only the head, but also a thin opening in the waist and abdomen, and all the organs are squeezed out of this thin opening. Come out and hang them in piles around your waist.

This obviously doesn’t look like it was cut open with a knife, more like...

Yu Xingzhi’s heart sank.

It was more like something was pinching my waist and "squeezing" my heart, liver and spleen out in one breath.

Yu Xingzhi asked silently: "What's going on?"

The good disciple who reported this squatted down and wrote and drew on the ground.

After a while, Yu Xingzhi finally saw clearly.

"I don't know, just, suddenly, it became like this."

Suddenly, Junior Brother Liu’s head fell off and his internal organs were squeezed out.

*

On the west side, the Chaotian Ridge group had just sat down to rest.

"Senior brother, you see I caught a lot of fish in my net." The handsome little Taoist priest from Chaotianling happily sat down while holding a pile of thumb-sized fish still fluttering in his hands.

"Look at this kind of fish." He picked up one of them and smiled at the Chaotianling disciple: "Just pinch the belly of the fish with your nails, pinch off the head, and squeeze out the internal organs and you can eat it."

"Thank you, senior brother, don't tell me, this place is really rich in spiritual energy." He raised his hand and pointed, "Not only is there overflowing spiritual energy in the air, but a small fish like this has as much spiritual energy as a person."

"Okay." Xie Xingzhi looked away slightly without much interest, and nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work, let's stop here first and make an inventory of the treasures collected along the way."

Taking out a jade-green inner elixir with a slight white tint from his sleeve, Xie Xingzhi frowned slightly.

Those heavenly materials and earthly treasures are actually not important. The most important thing is the inner elixir in the belly of the immortal beast here. The one in his hand alone is worth two hundred years of life.

But if you want to take out the inner elixir, you must cut out the opponent's belly.

Xie Xingzhi drooped his eyes tiredly.

His master Chidu Taoist taught him that the way of heaven is a bank.

How much "kindness" you save, how much "kindness" you get, and maybe a lot of interest. But if you have evil thoughts in your heart, don't wait for a while, you will have to pay them back one day.

The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is excess damage; the way of man is to make up for the deficiency when there is excess damage.

As soon as his thoughts changed, his eyes were slightly cold, and he had already made a decision.

With a flick of his sleeve and a twist of his fingertips, the inner elixir in his hand turned into a handful of powder.

God has the virtue of a good life, so what kind of monk can you use this kind of robbed longevity to replenish yourself? Without these inner elixirs, he could reach Nascent Soul within a hundred years.

*

In addition to these directions, the remaining sects are also in a mess.

"Caught it!" One of the taller male cultivators took out the knife in his arms with a smile, and was holding a monster that looked like a pangolin: "This monster has all the scales on its body. Good stuff."

"What good thing is this?" Another short male cultivator winked and smiled, "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Strong | Yang."

The short male cultivator looked surprised: "Senior brother, are you going to die?"

The tall man rolled his eyes: "Go away, I'll patch it up for you."

*

As soon as he used the scabbard to push aside the bushes in front of him, Fang Lingqing suddenly stumbled and fell directly to the ground!

"Fellow Daoist Fang?!" Xiao Sui was stunned.

Qiao Wan didn't even blink, and subconsciously blurted out: "Xiao Fang?!" She immediately rushed over to check the situation.

However, as soon as he got close to Fang Lingqing, he suddenly didn't dare to take another step forward.

The young man knelt on the ground. Blood suddenly began to ooze from all over his body. The blood seeped out from under his skin. He clasped his fingers on the ground and coughed non-stop.

Seeing this **** scene, half of Xiao Sui's body seemed to freeze. After being stunned for a while, he suddenly jumped three feet high like a frightened bird.

Is there an enemy attack? !

With a jolt, the two knives on the waist were unsheathed at the same time, and the tree in front was cut in half with fierce force.

There was a loud bang, and although the tree fell down, there was no expected person or monster hidden behind the tree.

It was quiet all around, without any spiritual energy fluctuations.

Looking at Fang Lingqing who was rolling on the ground in pain.

Qiao Wan closed her eyes with a livid face, and her spiritual consciousness spread out layer by layer without encountering any obstacles or any other spiritual consciousness.

There are no people here, not even monsters.

That Fang Lingqing...

It hurts!

It hurts him so much!

After so many years of cultivation, Fang Lingqing had never suffered such a crime before. Fang Lingqing was very ungrateful and screamed hoarsely in pain.

It feels like someone took a knife and scraped off the skin on your body layer by layer.

The young man was sweating from the pain. Not only was blood oozing from his body, but his nails that were deeply embedded in the mud suddenly began to peel off. Ten of his nails seemed to have been scraped off with a knife, exposing the flesh and blood. Ten blurry fingers.

□□Mom.

Fang Lingqing bit her lower lip tightly. This time it was so painful that she couldn't even make a sound.

What the **** is this place? ! Forget about the ghost market? Is this Immortal Palace playing with him too? Damn it, if he knew who did this, he would have to kill him with "Luo Hong".

*

Raising his head, Yu Xingzhi's eyes turned slightly red: "Let's bury Junior Brother Liu on the spot."

A nearby good Taoist disciple nodded solemnly, but before he had even taken two steps, he suddenly felt a chill on his waist.

The good disciple opened his eyes blankly.

What's going on? Why does your vision suddenly become shorter?

Where are senior brothers Yu Xingzhi and the others?

The roar of Yu Xingzhi's voice seemed to be heard at the top of his lungs.

"Enemy attack!"

"There is an enemy attack!"

Looking up, I saw a chaotic burst of colorful sword lights and shadows.

And his... where are his legs? !

When I reached out and touched it, my lower body was empty.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

The sense of touch suddenly returned, and the pain that came with it made the good disciple's eyes split open and he screamed again and again!

His legs!

His stomach was cut into two pieces with a knife! !

Almost at the same time.

Bai Shanhu's fingertips moved slightly, and her eyes reflected her classmates who were split into pieces by the lights of colorful swords, and her face was poured all over by the warm and pouring blood.

The girl was slightly startled, her black hair clinging to her white skin in an awkward manner. She shouted angrily in a cold voice, and the silk cloth on her hands rolled out like a snake.

"Run!!"