Purple Blood Bamboo, a spiritual creature of heaven and earth.
The mature bamboo blooms for thousands of years, and bears "bamboo fruits" for thousands of years. The fruits mature for thousands of years, and then they grow wings shaped like bamboo leaves, which fly up to the sky with the wind. In the outermost corner of the Central Continent world, the vitality of heaven and earth has been tempered by the strong wind for thousands of years. The bamboo of the Purple Blood Bamboo gradually became heavier and thicker and slowly declined.
Since the vitality of the Nine Heavens fell back to the ground in the strong wind, the bamboo has sunk three thousand feet deep into the ground. It took three hundred and sixty years for the bamboo to germinate with the fertilizing energy of the earth.
A spring rain and a spring thunder. Every time the spring rain and spring thunder water and disturb each time, new bamboo shoots will sprout one foot. After three thousand spring rains and three thousand spring thunders, the bamboo roots of the purple blood bamboo stretch hundreds of feet underground. It was only then that the bamboo shoots burst out of the ground.
No one can find any trace of the Purple Blood Bamboo until its bamboo shoots break through the soil and emerge from the ground.
But once the purple blood bamboo shoots appear, even the powerful wizards at the level of the Witch Emperor will take the initiative to snatch them, occupy a territory and raise them well, and water them with various spiritual liquids from heaven and earth, so that they can mature, tiller, and multiply quickly. A large grove of new-born purple blood bamboos.
The Purple Blood Bamboo is a hundred feet tall and has a slender and beautiful body. It can gather the vitality of heaven and earth. A Purple Blood Bamboo forest can create a paradise for people to practice. In particular, the Purple Blood Bamboo is so hard that even a powerful witch's body can be easily penetrated by a slight stab. It also has a unique soul-destroying magical power, which is devastating to all kinds of spirits and ghosts.
No one had found the purple blood bamboo shoots that stabbed Ying Yun to death before today.
Obviously, this was a bamboo shoot that had just emerged from the ground. It was even possible that the bamboo shoot had just emerged from the ground when Ying Yun fell from the sky. This sharp, straight, and stiff bamboo shoot was inserted right into the middle of Ying Yun's Tianling Gai and came out between his legs!
How unlucky do you have to be to encounter something like this!
If it were any other kind of spiritual tree or sacred tree, it would be impossible for a newly sprouted twig to kill a great witch. The only thing in the world that can kill a great witch as soon as it sprouts is the purple blood bamboo, a freak of heaven and earth spiritual tree.
Ying Yunpeng stood beside Ying Yun blankly, looking at Ying Yun's miserable body with dull eyes.
The precious son he had placed all his hopes and ambitions on, and had held in his hands and cared for since childhood, died like this
And he died in such an unlucky way that made people laugh and cry? If he was killed by a powerful enemy on the battlefield against alien evil spirits, at least Ying Yun could still get a share of glory and reward for his family!
But when he was playing tricks on his newly acquired war bird, he fell from a high altitude and was stabbed to death by a bamboo shoot!
Ying Yunpeng couldn't tell anyone about this way of death, it couldn't be explained at all!
The next time Emperor Shun suddenly asked - Elder Yunpeng, I heard that your youngest son died, how did he die? Did his fame alert the alien evil spirits, and those evil spirits sent assassins to infiltrate Pusaka to assassinate him
Is Ying Yunpeng going to say that? No, Your Majesty, that little brat of mine was playing with birds by himself and was accidentally stabbed to death by a bamboo!
Then what? Then were countless ministers of Emperor Shun holding their bellies and laughing crazily at the same time
Thinking of that gorgeous scene, Ying Yunpeng wanted to pull out his ancestral magic bow and hang himself bit by bit with the bowstring!
"Yun'er... it can't be that he fell to death." Ying Yunpeng said slowly, slowly: "Some people are jealous of Yun'er's talent, and some are afraid that Yun'er will threaten their status when she grows up. So. Yun'er was assassinated."
Ying Yunpeng said calmly to the great witches who were kneeling on the ground in fear and did not dare to move: "Your mission is to find the person who assassinated Yun'er. I don't know who he is, but you have to find him. If you can't find him, Those who are plotting against Yun'er, you trash, just take your relatives and die together."
Taking a deep breath, Ying Yunpeng said softly: "Yun'er is dead. He must be very lonely. He would like to have a group of old friends to accompany him!"
The great witches kneeling on the ground were so frightened that they were covered in sweat. Some were so frightened that they fell to the ground, their legs trembling and they almost urinated. They have carefully surveyed the scene, and there are no traces of witchcraft, no traces of curses, no clues of anything amiss.
Everything is an accident!
Although this does not explain why Ying Yun fell from a height of more than ten miles in the air and hit his head on a bamboo shoot as thick as a thumb, but in reality, this was a damn accident!
Many people followed over on various bird mounts, circling in the distance and looking over here. The great witch's five senses are superhuman, and he can clearly see and hear everything happening here from dozens of miles away.
Soon, the news of Ying Yun's tragic death in an unimaginable way spread quickly to all directions, and soon spread to all parts of Puban. More and more people were watching, gloating, and having personal grudges against Ying Yunpeng. People gathered from all directions.
Suddenly, another big witch staggered over from a distance. Seeing how the wind howled as he ran, with a pair of huge blue wings constantly fluttering behind his back, this great witch was obviously a member of the Dongyi tribe.
Ying Yunpeng didn't wait for the great witch to get closer, and roared at him from a distance: "What's wrong?"
The huge roar turned into a white shock wave visible to the naked eye, and it roared against the ground as fast as lightning. The great witch was hit in the chest by the white air blast, and his whole chest was sunken. He vomited a large mouthful of blood and flew backwards. Miles away.
Climbing up from the ground with difficulty, the great witch prostrated himself on the ground and screamed at the top of his lungs: "Master Ying Yao is dead... He, he had just been drinking and having fun in Canhong Cave, with a man who had recently been sold to Canhong Cave. The woman was having sex, and suddenly all her blood and essence drained out of her body, and she died just like that!"
Ying Yunpeng spat out a mouthful of blood more than a mile away. Where the blood arrow landed, a large crater with a radius of more than ten feet and several miles deep was opened in the ground. Smoke and dust rose into the sky, and Ying Yunpeng stepped in front of the great witch, grabbed his head and lifted it up.
"Ying Ying is already a peak witch and may break through to become a witch king at any time! How can a mere woman let him... lose all his essence and blood?"
The great witch was crying and crying, and looked at Ying Yunpeng with his whole mind almost collapsed: "That woman, it was just found out that she has a trace of the blood of the Yuan-seizing witch. She is the descendant of a human and a witch. … Lord Ying Ying broke her body, but it happened to stimulate her blood, and then all the essence and blood in Lady Ying Ying’s body was drained out at once!”
Ying Yunpeng raised his head to the sky and roared angrily, and slapped the big witch flying dozens of miles away.
(End of chapter)