"The real man spares his life, the little demon is just an old man in the mountains who participates in the spirits. I don't know that this treasure is owned by a real man. I also ask the real man to atone for it. I am willing to buy my life with nine thousand years ginseng." It's not easy to spare my life."
"Old man ginseng? Purple beard, are you the purple beard dragon king ginseng?" Long Hen was overjoyed, but he couldn't believe it. Two birds flew down from the sky. One person tore off the old man's ginseng head and arms, and then honestly began to absorb it. Energy: "Hey, Dajin Xiaojin, this guy still has nine thousand years of ginseng, will you kill it?"
The old man who had lost his life participated in the transformation into its original form. His body was not big, only the size of a carrot, and he had been torn one-third by two birds.
Dragon Mark licked the juice from the gun and put the remaining ginseng into the jade box. This is the best material for ginseng. Just licking the juice, Dragon Mark felt the power surging and exhorted the two birds: " Be careful to absorb it, don't be crushed to death, this thing is too powerful."
For a few ordinary races, eating so many ginseng and dying prematurely, this is the golden-winged roc bird can withstand, the dragon mark is not as strong as theirs, at this time the medicinal properties are broken, and it is too wasteful to want to collect it. Longhen wrapped a circle of gloomy wood in the jade box, and went back to the cave to practice.
In order to prevent other lives from eating up the gloomy wood, he dragged the wood into the hole.
This ginseng is full of aura, and it feels uncomfortable to swell without eating or drinking. This was a coincidence, and the dragon mark and the two birds quietly absorbed their power.
The power is too surging. The skill of the seventh level of Dragon Mark is breaking through like flying. It has been cultivated to the highest level of the ninth level in less than a month. He eats less, so he controls well, but Dajin and Xiaojin eat too much. Now, the strength of the two birds is rapidly increasing, they will not wake up, and the dragon marks will not be able to go down, so they can only continue to practice.
Time flies, and the years have passed. In a blink of an eye, a few years have passed. The two Dapeng birds have also moved directly from the lower position to the middle position of the heavenly rank. You must know that Murong Siyu has been practicing for more than 80 years and only has the lower rank. The powerful effect of purple beard dragon king ginseng.
"Big brother." The two golden-winged rocs can already be transformed into humans. This is instinct, but the transformation is ugly. The wings and the sharp beak are still there, and they are full of golden retrievers. It is really a racial talent that is too strong, so it is difficult to transform. For perfect people, even if they cultivate into living gods, it is difficult for them to completely transform into humans: "Is there still ginseng? If we eat more, it is estimated that we will completely transform into human form."
Long Hen said: "There are some more, you two are quick to talk, otherwise you can fool a few nine thousand years, but I want to leave those to the little fox."
"What do you do for the fox?" The two birds said dissatisfied: "This baby is naturally used by us, brother, please."
Long Hen reluctantly took out the ginseng: "We, Sany, have eaten up one portion."
"Is that right?" The two birds happily hugged the dragon mark with their wings: "We are good brothers."
"You two go hunting first. I haven't eaten in a few years."
Although Longhen didn't feel hungry, he still wanted to eat. Dajin Xiaojin immediately set off, and soon came back with two tigers. Although there were no seasonings, they still tasted delicious, and then he divided the ginseng into pieces. It's another year, although the levels of Daikin and Xiaojin have increased, but Dragon Mark really hasn't been able to improve.
For example, today’s mid-level Golden-winged Roc bird can freely control its body size. They stand naughty on the dragon-scar spear. Originally, they wanted to stand on their shoulders, but their claws were too powerful. Dare to let them catch it.
"After leaving Xiaojin, let's go to Longjiacun."
Long Hen never forgot the kindness, but when he fell on the ground, he found that Longjia Village was already an uninhabited village. There were skinny skeletons everywhere, and there was no living person at all.
As he was about to look for it carefully, suddenly a sword pierced from behind, and Longhen rolled forward. Wei Wu Qinghong returned with a sword. After hearing the clear cries, the attacker's weapon had been broken into two pieces.
Long Hen moved quickly with the light work of a thousand miles of magic, and suddenly turned around after a few turns. It was confirmed that someone behind him was holding a cold broken sword and was glaring at him: "Who is your Excellency? Why are you attacking me?"
"Sorry, I thought you were a zombie." The man smiled apologetically: "Fangcun disciple Jun Mo sigh. I don't know which mountain the young hero inherited from?"
"Warlord Men Longhen, this is my house, what happened here?" Longhen looked at the corpse in confusion: "The skin is dry, if it died normally, it would have rotted long ago. Dajin Xiaojin will play by himself."
"When did the warlord have such a heroic disciple?"
Jun Motan's identity is not simple. He is also a heavenly warrior, but he is a lower rank of the heavenly ranks and belongs to Fang Cunshan's second disciple. Although a sword in his hand is good, he is also a leader in Fantie. After all, the immortal weapon is too rare. The most important thing is that there are few people who can build it. At present, only the fairy world can build it, so the high price makes people scold.
"I received a letter from my chief senior apprentice that there is a thousand-year-old zombie king in the local area. I also just arrived. I had a misunderstanding with Shaoxia. Please forgive me."
"No defense, but I don't have time to chat with you." He turned and left.
"Is anyone there?" Long Hen flew away and called, but there were no more living people in the village. The two looked for them separately, and finally found a dozen corpses in the private school.
"Big Brother." Jun Motan screamed as he shook the man who was meditating on the ground, but his heart had been dug away by something, and a divine sword nailed a corpse to the opposite wall.
Jun Motan took off the jade symbol on Feng Qingyang's waist and crushed it, and the surrounding scenes suddenly changed.
"None of you move."
This gentleman Long Hen remembered that he had studied with him for half a year. I didn’t expect that he was Fang Cunshan’s chief disciple, Feng Qingyang, and the scene he saw was a corpse. Finally, the gentleman returned to the private school and found a enchanting woman who was absorbing human vitality. , Immediately a big battle.
But the chief Fang Cunshan was fooled. The corpse beside him turned into a zombie without any protection. He hugged his arm and let the zombie king dig out his heart, although he finally nailed the zombie king with a full blow. On the wall, he burned him to ashes with a square inch of thunder. It can be said that he died together.
"Collect these corpses and burn them, otherwise they will become zombies at night."
"Okay." Long Hen was sad. More than a hundred people in this Longjia Village were destroyed by zombies. In the raging flames, more than one hundred corpses were turned into nothingness. Na Junmo sighed the Taoist scriptures to save the dead, this Longjia Village It's over.
"Senior brother deserves to be my model as a monk." Jun Motan cremated Feng Qingyang's body to ashes and put it in the jar: "The young man is up to this matter, don't let it go, and see you in the future."
"It's been six years since I left the door. Hey, the teacher will scold me when I go back. I'm leaving too, Xiao Jin."
Longhen has no interest in dead people, so let's die. What does it have to do with him? And what he owed was the blacksmith and the Orion, but when the corpse was checked just now, it was found that the two families were not here, and it had nothing to do with him if someone else died.
I immediately returned to Tianbi Peak and found that he did something wrong. There is not only one ginseng tree here. The guys are actually sucking the gloomy wood around, and they have only sucked a short paragraph: "Damn, beast, you ask. Is the price?"
"Brother, grab them." Daikin and Xiaojin said excitedly: "These are all treasures."
The ginseng melts when it enters the soil, but the cave is full of stones, and the big golden wings swung to block the entrance of the cave, allowing the dragon mark Weng to catch the turtle, and none of them can run away. If they leave the soil, these ginsengs are waiting to die.
None of the nine ginseng ran away. They were all tied up with dragon marks and put in a bag. The two birds were anxious to eat. They couldn't prevent them from eating. After all, they were alien, and the energy would not be wasted if they were eaten.
Long Hen didn’t know that these ginsengs were all descendants of purple ginseng. Nine ginsengs were the same from one thousand to nine thousand years. They are no longer ginseng, but ginseng essence. Even those thousand years old have status and strength, but unfortunately they don’t. Use, these are all treasures, dragon marks are good at recognizing medicine, and ginseng is easier to recognize, because they only grow a beard every thousand years, and you can tell the age by counting the beards.
Everyone needs power, but the dragon marks still have two trees, nine thousand years old and eight thousand years old. Their strengths are both mid-ranked, so eating like this is too wasteful, and the dragon marks have to be given to the little fox Keep one tree.
It took another two years for the three of them to digest the seven ginseng trees, but this is really a waste. It’s okay in terms of energy. You must know that the thousand-year ginseng can make people live longer and has the effect of resurrecting the dead. It’s not a waste to eat them like this. what? However, after eating so much, their strength is still mid-level, and it is not easy to advance.
"Eat those two trees too." Dajin and Xiaojin coquettishly rubbed the dragon mark with their bird heads: "Why give that fox?"
"Hey, Dajin Xiaojin, the little fox saved me twice. I can't help but repay, right?" Long Mark touched the two birds: "It's better to be smaller and cute."
Eighteen years old when he went down the mountain, now seven years old, Longhen has been twenty-five years old, riding Xiaojin back to Chang'an, thinking that it is not reasonable not to come back for so long without a gift, but what to buy
It’s a bit reluctant to give ginseng. You have to know that the middle rank of the heavenly ranks can be equal to the power of a hundred lower ranks and a thousand upper ranks. If you send it out, it really hurts, but after spending a long time in the air, I don’t know what to send. Elixir is very rare. These ginsengs are too hard to find. It is impossible to dig some, but Longhen really has a way. On that day, he dug two pots of strange grass on the peak of the pen and returned it to the warlord’s door as a gift.
"The disciple Longhen pays a visit to the master and wife."
Longhen hasn't returned for seven years, but the teacher's wife didn't talk less about it, but it's not deserted here. Many people who have reached the status of cultivation will leave and go back to their hometowns, or enter the army, or take risks. Nowadays, there are still many people here. After all, the disciples collect it every year, but Miss Long Jia and Master are still here.
Dawei now changed the emperor, the old emperor died, and the prince ascended the throne. Now the country is in peace, and the fourth prince has nothing to do. He knows that his power is far from threatening the current emperor, and the dragon scales of the warlord’s gate are the current prince. Your Highness, he is already a subordinate strength of the prefecture level, which is already very rare. After all, most people can only reach the door of status after forty.
"You have no conscience, say you will go for a few days, just like your big sister, you have been away for so many years." The sister lovingly pulled up the dragon mark kneeling on the ground and said: "Hey, it's been seven years, the teacher thinks every day. Looking at you, I don’t know how good your child’s life is? Tell me how you’ve spent the past seven years? Why didn’t you bring your girlfriend back?"