Chapter 32: One Punch Man in the Cultivation World

Lin Du guessed that the tree's root system under the sand must be extremely extensive, but she didn't know it was so extensive.

She was at least three meters away from the trunk of the tree, and the roots could obviously extend further.

Lin Du didn't want to be fertilizer, and a head-on confrontation would be particularly disadvantageous for someone like her who specialized in formations, but it had come to this point and she had no choice but to avoid it.

The young man in blue raised his hand, and poured all the spiritual power that had just been madly running into his right hand, and then punched hard.

With a bang, the red-black and smelly juice burst out, and as soon as it fell into the air, it quickly froze into frost flowers.

The biting cold air quickly spread from the air, which was the residual wave of Lin Du's spiritual power.

Ni Si, who had just escaped from the dead, felt that her breathing was stagnate because of the cold air. The breath she just exhaled quickly turned into white mist in the air.

Lin Du fell to the ground, followed by the red ice block that broke into pieces and fell to the ground.

In front of the water mirror, Elder Ju Yuan, who had just raised his heartstrings, let out a long breath, followed by the sound of exhalation one after another.

Lin Du had never learned physical skills, and he was not proficient in swordsmanship or knife skills. No one knew why that punch had such great power. It could only be attributed to his extraordinary talent.

Only the person in question was looking at her fist thoughtfully at this moment. Because of the barrier of the majestic spiritual energy, her hand was not stained with any flesh and blood.

Yes, flesh and blood.

This demonized red willow branch had long become flesh and blood.

Lin Du thought of what Yan Ye said that day, "One move is enough."

No one below Tengyun could take her ice-breaking punch.

She was thoughtful and completely understood what Yan Ye meant.

Cutting melons and vegetables with hands is simple and crude, but effective enough.

I just hope that she, the one-punch superman in the world of cultivation, can keep some hair.

Lin Du turned her head to look at the person who was trembling under the pressure of her spiritual power, and then raised her feet to leave this place of trouble.

Ni Si shivered again when she was looked down at by that cold and unfeeling look. No one knows what it means to be the first in the Qingyun list better than she does now.

The spiritual power was bone-chillingly cold, and now it penetrated into her skin through her pores. Even the spiritual energy she used to resist the coldness retracted the moment it came into contact with the spiritual power.

Monsters have spirits, and unless they are stimulated to the point of going crazy and losing their minds, they will naturally not take the initiative to attack when they encounter something stronger than themselves. This little monk with a talisman is not easy to mess with, and the monk who can smash it with one punch is even more difficult to mess with.

After Lin Du finished pretending to be so arrogant, she turned around and walked away, and she stepped on something without noticing.

She staggered, and the end of her cloak swept across the sand, and then she squatted down, as if she was just gathering strength.

What tripped her was a skull.

The skull was embedded deep in the sand, with only a little bit of the skull exposed.

Lin Du squatted down and tapped the culprit who tripped her with her knuckles, trying to gently wake up the sleeping soul.

But it was obvious that the soul was no longer there.

Lin Du judged from the miscellaneous books she borrowed that the person had been dead for at least a hundred years, as the skeleton had turned into bones.

It happened to be the last time this small world was opened.

She frowned. The mortality rate in this small world was very low. She had done her homework before coming here. Last time, there were 321 cultivators, 301 came out, and only 20 died. Even if Hong Liu ate all of them, the evil spirit would not be serious enough to turn a spiritual plant into flesh and blood.

Lin Du took out an iron sledgehammer from his storage ring. Under the complicated gazes of the two people, he skillfully began to dig the soil. He inserted the iron sledgehammer into the sand, stepped on it to gain leverage, and then flipped it over, just like he was used to doing it every day.

"What does Lin Du want to do?"

"That thing is... an iron sledgehammer?"

Ju Yuan raised his hand to support his forehead, "It's an iron sledgehammer."

After building the foundation, the disciples of their Supreme Sect will more or less be forced to learn the magic of planting spiritual plants and raising spiritual beasts, under the pretext of learning how to be self-reliant.

This iron sledgehammer is actually an auxiliary item. All disciples will get this thing for the first time to check the condition of the land and plants.

"You disciples of the Supreme Sect are really versatile." An elder smiled fakely.

Lin Du's movements became faster and faster, and soon everyone knew why Lin Du wanted to use the iron shovel.

The roots of the red willow were twisted and twisted, each root was as thick as an adult's arm, and exposed to the sunlight, showing a blood-red black color. When the iron shovel was pressed without spiritual power, it could not shake the roots at all.

Even the experienced elders could not help but take a breath of cool air.

The willow had absorbed countless flesh and blood, condensing into red and black branches full of evil spirits, tangled and intertwined, and scattered among them were clearly human bones. The roots of

the tree were deeply rooted in the ground, imprisoned with numerous bones, and the gloomy air was filled with gloom.

Lin Du lowered his eyes and saw a skull. There were two tree roots that seemed to have grown out later, passing through the two dark eye holes. Only that part was thin. It stretched forward and became thicker and thicker, like hellish branches nourished by bones and flesh.

And this was already three feet away from the trunk of the red willow tree. Lin Du only dug a small hole, even just enough for an adult to lie down, but there were already more than a dozen skulls.

Lin Du looked up at the sky and then spoke, "The small world opens once a hundred years on average. It has only been opened seven times since it was discovered. Seven times, how could so many people die?"

She was Yan Ye's apprentice, so she naturally knew that the Sky Eye had no sound, but such a big movement would always be seen by someone.

Some of the elders in the room stood up in excitement and read out Lin Du's lip movements.

Jun Qian's scalp went numb for a moment, "A total of 157 monks died in seven times."

But among those 157 monks, many did not die because of the demon willow.

That is to say, many monks in this small world had died under this demon willow before.

Lin Du glanced at Ni Si and Li Dong, who were already scared pale, and put away the iron shovel. The

roots of the red willow were exposed to the sunlight and soon became a little restless.

Lin Du took out the Floating Life Fan, swung it in front of the two people, and froze the willow branches that were ready to move.

At the moment when the strange frost slowly condensed, Li Dong shouted, "It's you!"

Lin Du raised her eyelids and looked at the two people who were getting closer and closer to her because of excessive fear. When they saw the frost slowly condensing, they showed a horrified expression at the same time, and then looked at her in disbelief.

"Are you trying to cheat me of my money on purpose?"

Lin Du lowered her eyelids again, "No, don't be so self-indulgent, it's just an accident."

This time she used her telekinesis to bypass Ni Si and Li Dong.

Ni Si stamped her feet in anger, "It's obviously you and me who are frozen, and you, the culprit, dare to ask us for money?"

Lin Du had already squatted down, without raising his head, took out a dagger, and cut off the tree root covered with a thin layer of ice. The root was about to explode, but the cut surface was frozen by the spreading frost.

She lowered her head, looking at the tree roots and branches that were still twisting in her hands, and fell into deep thought.

No, it's still wrong, this demonic power is wrong.

It's not just flesh and blood, but also resentment.

The dark resentment is inside the roots, and the outer layer is the demonic energy condensed from flesh and blood.

In other words, the reason why this tree has become a demon is because of the stimulation of a large amount of resentment.

Lin Du took out an array ruler and a detection array disk, and looked down at the rapidly converging array normal line induction.

"Lin Du! You must give us an explanation today!" Ni Si and Li Dong were still chattering.

Lin Du was annoyed, and snapped her fingers, and the frost automatically climbed onto the feet of the two people, scaring the two people so much that they hurriedly tried to escape from the range of her floating life magic power.

But it was too late, the two of them quickly turned into frozen scum again.

Lin Du blocked the curses of the two people, looked up at Hong Liu, "So that's how it is."

Hong Liu grew on the former city.

She roughly guessed the scope of the city on the sand, and Hong Liu was right in the center of the city.

And in the center of the city, there was actually a gathering magic circle.

What was gathered was resentment.

A large amount of resentment nourished the originally yin Hong Liu, and it became a demon.

The source of the resentment was the city under the desert?