"If I die, you will never find the Soul Nurturing Tree."
The last butterfly demon turned pale, and the murderous look on his face disappeared, replaced by fear.
"The most important thing for a family is to be together. If one person is missing, wouldn't it seem like I didn't help enough?" Chen Luo's calm voice rang in the ears of the last butterfly demon. His figure also had water-like ripples like the previous butterfly demons.
Magic?
Is there anything in this world more domineering than the Phantom God Gu?
"ah?"
The female butterfly demon was stunned for a moment, then she felt her head go numb, and a hand grabbed her forehead like an iron hoop.
What's even more strange is that in her vision, Chen Luo was still standing not far in front of her, looking at her with a smile on his face.
Snap!
The neck was broken, and green blood was scattered all over the ground. The hand holding the head skillfully gathered the ashes into its hand, and then the spiritual fire was spread, burning the body clean.
After doing all this, Chen Luo took out the soul flag from the cave gourd to do the finishing work.
Woohoo
The gray residual soul entered the soul flag, adding a little color to the flag surface which was originally a little empty.
After dealing with the three female butterfly demons, Chen Luo easily found the location of the Soul Nurturing Tree in their brains. This time, the four of them were responsible for harvesting the Soul Nurturing Tree, and they buried the Soul Nurturing Tree under a giant tree in the back mountain. With the aura of the sacred tree covering it, outsiders would not be able to find the location of the 'Soul Nurturing Tree' even if they broke in.
The butterfly demon clan itself is not very strong. For the winged people, the biggest role of this group of butterfly demons is to help them plant soul-nourishing trees.
There are not many spiritual materials that can nourish the soul in the entire world of immortal cultivation.
The soul-nourishing wood can be considered the best among them.
It takes five hundred years to grow a batch of soul-nourishing trees. Excluding those that are unqualified, there are only about ten mature soul-nourishing trees that can be used in the end.
“They harvested such precious spiritual materials, but they didn’t even ask for my help. It’s obvious that they were planning to pocket the money themselves.” Flying to the side of the sacred tree, Chen Luo dug up the surface soil, summoned the brains of the three female butterfly demons, and easily broke the illusion they had set up outside.
In the middle of the earth pit, twelve pitch-black soul-nourishing trees were lying there quietly.
These soul-nourishing trees are completely black, and at first glance they look very similar to burnt branches, but if you feel them carefully, you will find the soul power hidden in the branches. These soul powers are very peaceful, and any cultivator in the spirit-refining realm can absorb them for cultivation. The longevity of the Winged People has a lot to do with these soul-nourishing trees.
"stop!!"
The moment Chen Luo took the soul-nourishing wood, an angry voice suddenly came from the air.
Chen Luo ignored it completely, picked up one of the soul-nourishing wood with his right hand and put it away as quickly as possible. When he was about to take the second one, a brown claw appeared behind him.
The claws are like hooks, and a ball of black flame is burning on each tip of the hook.
This is soul fire.
BANG!!
Chen Luo's body shook twice, and ripples like water appeared around him. His intact clothes were torn apart, and a claw mark appeared on his left shoulder. Four balls of black flames attached to it, constantly corroding it.
But soon these soul fires were extinguished by the power in Chen Luo's body, and the mark on his shoulder also disappeared.
Taking advantage of this gap, Chen Luo took three more soul-nourishing woods.
"Put down the Soul Nurturing Tree!!"
The shadow in the air became more and more solid, and a vortex-shaped airflow appeared above the Shenmu Forest. Another claw poked out from it, and this time a winged man covered with black hair came out with it.
"What soul-nourishing tree? This is the morning glory I planted."
Naturally, Chen Luo would not listen to the other party. He grabbed with one hand, and a pitch-black puppet was pulled out from the cave gourd.
As soon as the pitch-black puppet appeared, the air around it immediately became sticky.
The puppet's face began to emerge like a stream of water, and an aura beyond that of a Hedao cultivator emerged from the puppet, and a murderous intent that was almost tangible lit up like a flame. The leaves of the sacred forest rustled, and the air silently turned blood red.
The pitch-black puppet stood up, his blood-red robe fluttering in the wind, and a dark red long sword appeared in his hand.
"A monk who is overcoming the tribulation? We can talk it over!!"
The Winged Man, who was originally aggressive, had a drastic change of expression the moment he sensed the murderous intent. He quickly raised his wings and protected his head.
boom!!
One knife.
Without saying a word, he slashed fiercely at the sharp claws of the Winged People. The knife energy and the claw force came into contact for a moment, and then exploded. The blood-red dark power formed a twisted arc, and dozens of giant trees closest to the three people were uprooted.
Large leaves fell like raindrops.
As soon as the aggressive Winged Man emerged from the whirlpool, he let out a shrill scream. His entire arm flew out, blood spilled all over the ground, and one of the wings protecting his head was missing.
"I am an elder of the Winged People. If I die, it will definitely alarm the ancestors."
The strong man from the Winged People tribe covered his wound, endured the severe pain and spoke.
When Chen Luo killed the male butterfly demon, the eldest sister of the female butterfly demon sent a distress signal with a communication talisman. As the soul-raising wood treasure land of the Winged People, it was naturally guarded in secret. The elder of the Winged People who received the message did not stop at all, and activated the formation to teleport over on the spot.
A powerful human being in the early stage of Hedao.
This is how the information received by the Winged Clan elders described it. Compared with the Winged Clan, the human race is just a medium-sized tribe that does not even have a tribulation-crossing cultivator. Although there have been some masters, these masters have long since left the tribe. The human race is now in disarray, without a single decent master, and he does not take it seriously at all.
So the elder of the Winged People tribe came over aggressively.
Only after coming here did I find that the situation was not at all as described by the Butterfly Demon Clan. The human cultivator in front of me was indeed in the early stage of Hedao, but no one said that he also brought a puppet in the Crossing Tribulation Realm!
"What you want are these few soul-nourishing trees. Just take them away. There is no need to do anything extreme."
clang!!
The blood-red blade light was like a life-threatening light, accurately slashing at the neck of the Winged Clan elder. But this time, it did not cut off his neck, but cut on a jet-black feather.
No one knew what material this feather was made of, but it actually broke the blood knife in Qiuyuan's hand into two pieces.
"Nine-color soul fire!!"
Faced with the life-and-death crisis, the elder of the Winged People finally stopped talking nonsense. He had already seen that the guy in front of him had no intention of leaving anyone alive from the beginning to the end.
Nine colors of flames emerged from his body.
In just a moment, the Winged Clan elder turned into a fireman. The flames of his soul were like exploding fireworks, instantly covering most of the sacred woods. This kind of flame was like a false illusion, passing through a large area of woods, bringing up flames of different colors.
The leaves also began to burn, but strangely, no matter how the flames burned, the shape of the leaves did not change.
"die!!!"
The severe pain from the burning soul flame made the Winged People elder roar in pain.
The sea of fire in the sky turned into an erupting volcano along with his roar, forming a tsunami of fire that extended in all directions.
A large number of weak creatures were affected. A running sika deer was burned by the soul fire, and its body instantly turned into gas, leaving only a pair of intact antlers that fell from its head. A swallow flying in the sky was swept by the soul fire, and its body disappeared, but its feathers remained intact.
"Knife of Killing Intent."
Qiu Yuan still had an expressionless look on his face. He shook his right hand and the broken blood knife condensed again.
He slashed at the oncoming sea of fire with a knife.
The exploding soul fire was like a wave being cut apart, leaving a "human" shaped gap. The sword energy slashed vertically into it and accurately cut the neck of the Winged People's elder.
The place where the knife fell was the same place where the previous knife hit.
The eyes of the Winged People elder were filled with bloodshot. He gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood, then controlled the black feathers and charged forward.
boom!!
The two forces collided violently, and a shocking explosion occurred a moment later.
The soul fire and murderous aura completely destroyed the sacred forest. A huge canyon appeared in the middle of the flat woodland. The edge of the canyon was covered with land burned by the soul fire, which was black, white, purple and green.
A large amount of black smoke rose from the flames.
I don’t know how long it took before the aftermath slowly faded away.
In the center of the flames, the elder of the Winged People was kneeling on the ground. Most of his black feathers had fallen off, and his body was covered with wounds. Blood was flowing out uncontrollably.
"Hahahaha I blocked it!"
The Winged Tribe elder gasped first, then began to laugh. The laughter grew louder and louder, and then suddenly stopped.
call!
A cold wind blew.
The head slid off the neck with a "gurgle" sound, rolled twice on the ground, and hit Chen Luo's feet. After the headless body shook twice, it fell to the ground with a "bang" and there was no life anymore.
After cleaning up the soul-nourishing tree, Chen Luo picked up the head, and a wisp of gray air flowed along his arm and merged into it.
The hatred has returned to the Dongtian Gourd.
Although the Winged Clan elder's soul fire was soaring, in this hatred, it was just a matter of two swords from beginning to end. The first sword was blocked by the feather, and the second sword ended the battle.
“It can’t be wasted.”
Chen Luo collected the body of the Winged People elder.
Unlike the Butterfly Demon Clan before, the bodies of the Winged People Clan were purchased by people on the black market of Evernight Valley. The blood of this kind of tribe with a Mahayana cultivator in charge was extremely precious. Many demon cultivators were secretly collecting it. The elder that Chen Luo killed must have a special status in the Winged People Clan, and he would definitely be able to sell for a high price on the black market.
The strength of the peak of Hedao.
Without the help of the vengeful puppet, it would be difficult for Chen Luo to defeat this person with his current strength, let alone kill him.
"The blame for killing the Winged Tribe elder cannot be borne by anyone."
After collecting the remaining souls with the Soul Banner, Chen Luo glanced at the scene around him, thought for a while, and took out Ke Zhenbei's puppet from the Cave Heaven Gourd.
"Come on, use the sword techniques of the Ancient Sword Sect to attack the surrounding areas." (End of this chapter)
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