The amount of 100,000 god-level spiritual fruits produced every year, how many people's flesh and blood are poured out, how many wronged souls of cultivators from outside the territory will be condensed.
Jun Mohuang's heart felt cold. With a flick of his sleeves, the space rings on the five people's fingers were immediately opened.
Red god-level spiritual fruits the size of basketballs floated out from it, suspended in the air.
More than three thousand god-level spiritual fruits simultaneously emitted a refreshing fragrance, directly touching the souls of everyone present.
"Good... so fragrant! Even more fragrant than Yunling Divine Fruit and Yunling Divine Pill!"
The dragons looked straight at the god-level spiritual fruits suspended in the air, and saliva flowed out of the corners of their mouths uncontrollably.
"Be careful, this is the place where countless flesh and blood souls were condensed and cultivated. It is full of blood. It is a bit inappropriate for you to drool."
Wu Qianyong's words made the lost dragons feel a little embarrassed.
They hurriedly wiped the saliva from the corners of their lips, and their expressions became serious again.
Whether the fragrance is strong or not has always been an important way to judge the energy contained in the god-level spiritual fruit.
These god-level spiritual fruits are more fragrant than the Yunling Divine Fruit and Yunling Divine Pill, which only shows that the god-level spiritual fruits cultivated through cruel methods are more terrifying than the energy contained in the Yunling Divine Pill.
It's no wonder that the Nine-Feathered Flame Phoenix clan would use such bloody methods.
"Goddess, you..."
Seeing this situation, the five men in black suddenly had a very bad feeling in their hearts.
Jun Mohuang ignored the five people and stretched out his hand to squeeze in the air.
Three thousand god-level spiritual fruits suspended in the air automatically flew back to the bottom of the god-level spiritual fruit tree. Each god-level spiritual fruit was crushed by her in the air, turned into a ball of red essence, and injected into the bottom of the spiritual fruit tree, reaching the roots.
"Ling Tian..."
Jun Mohuang looked at Di Lingtian. Before she could finish speaking, Di Lingtian already knew what she was thinking.
"Huang'er, I know, I will make them come alive."
Di Lingtian smiled fondly and reached out to stroke her long hair.
The fingertips of the jade-long sleeves were raised, and several golden runes flew out and were injected under the spirit fruit, reaching the root.
The entire god-level spiritual fruit forest is filled with golden light and is extremely gorgeous.
In the dazzling golden light, everyone could vaguely see that the underground soil was constantly surging, and the bones covered by the soil were exposed.
In the golden light, little bits of red essence flew into the bones.
The bones were reorganized at a speed visible to the naked eye, muscles were regenerated, and they became living people again.
However, these people did not have souls, and all of them stared blankly ahead.
The golden phoenix feather seal on Jun Mohuang's forehead was in full bloom, turning into a virtual shadow of the golden feather sword, and slashed in the air.
The crowns of all the god-level spiritual fruit trees trembled, and they were forced to spit out the souls that had not yet been digested and entered the bodies of the people of the Zimi Sect.
The golden light disappeared, and everyone in the Zimi Sect was completely resurrected.
But the god-level spiritual fruit tree that they had nourished before failed to recover.
The trunks of the trees were dry and the leaves were yellow, giving the appearance of being malnourished and about to die at any moment.
"Goddess-kun, no!"
"Goddess Lord, you are kind-hearted and have a big mind, and you pity these untouchables, but in this way, our Nine-Feathered Flame Phoenix clan will completely lose this god-level spiritual fruit..."
The five men in black were confused.
They didn't have time to shock Jun Mo, Phoenix, Emperor Lingtian and the two men who joined forces to make flesh and bones of the dead and alive. They only cared about this piece of withered and yellow god-level spiritual fruit.
"Who said that? There are still you, right?"
Jun Mohuang smiled coldly, and her slender jade fingers rippled in the void, like plucking strings. The invisible golden threads of rules for the five people immediately tied them to the god-level spiritual fruit tree.
(End of chapter)