Chapter 37: A Chinese girl in Youtan

Scream—

Some annoying screams came from the sea of ​​fire. Then, under the wide eyes of Feng Lei, the surging light blue "color" flames that evolved from red began to gather in the middle. With a look, Lu Qing's figure standing on the ancient tree disappeared instantly.

In the void, a forty-foot-long Fenglei Spirit Sword condensed into shape, followed Lu Qing's sword's finger and slashed towards the sea of ​​fire.

call out--

The sword light is like lightning, tearing apart the vacuum.

laugh--

A dazzling spark burst out from the sea of ​​fire. With a shrill scream, the huge ant body of the fire ant soared, sprinkling a piece of spiritual blood like earth-fire magma. The ground was stained with its spiritual blood, and the plants immediately ignited a raging fire.

Two tentacles locked Lu Qing in mid-air, and a blue flame formed in it, breaking the vacuum and shooting towards Lu Qing.

The terrifying heat evaporated the water vapor along the grass and trees along the way, and in an instant, it came to Lu Qing's face.

"Singing"—

The shocking sword sounded, and the sword fingers of the Qi were slashed in the sky like thunder. The transparent and crystal clear sword energy of the innate wind and thunder penetrated two feet into the fingertips, slashing the flames as thick as a bucket from it.

Stepping in the air, the fire ant felt a flash in front of him, and Lu Qing's figure appeared above its head. In the blink of an eye, it crossed forty feet and understood the origin. Even the wind and thunder step made great progress. The steps were everywhere. The wind and thunder energy in the world seemed to be fueling the fire behind it, quickly breaking the previous speed.

The right Qi sword pointer pointed downwards. This time, around Lu Qing's sword point, a ten-meter-long wind cone condensed into a solid mass. The wind cone tightly wrapped around Lu Qing's sword point. The green light, like the solid, hit the two tentacles of the fire ant as Lu Qing ticks.

Scream—

The invisible sound wave was released, and at the middle of Lu Qing's eyebrows, the deep silver cyclone was like a deep sea vortex, swallowing and tearing the sound wave mercilessly.

laugh--

With the injected ray of innate wind and thunder sword energy from Lu Qing, purple light suddenly rose on the wind cone. Innate thunder energy spread throughout the body of the fire ant along the wind cone. Countless purple lightning suddenly rose, wrapping the fire ant into a purple thunder ball.

puff--

The next moment, the wind cone penetrated into the head of the fire ant.

Scream—

The shaking sound of the sky sounded, and the sound shook all over the field. At the same time, the invisible sound wave that had been suddenly stronger several times. The spiritual vortex between Lu Qing's eyebrows trembled and almost couldn't hold on. Needless to mention the wind and thunder that were affected in the distance fell to the ground with a bang.

The spirit was solemn, Lu Qing's five fingers were blatant, and the wind cone suddenly expanded for several feet again. The thunder energy gathered and turned into thunder snakes with a thickness of thighs wrapped around the wind cone. His whole body swelled up, as if it was like a wild giant. The infinite sharp energy burst out from Lu Qing's body, and his palm pressed down hard towards the wind cone with terrifying power.

The huge force was instantly blessed on the wind cone. With the shrill sound, the head of the fire ant burst suddenly. The purple-red "color" brain matter spreads around with the powerful earth-fire spiritual power, even saving burning. The fire ant instantly exploded the sea of ​​divine self.

The purple-red earth fire spread around, and the earth cracked and melted into gurgling earth fire lava. In the void, Lu Qing's body turned into a purple-colored light, retreating with the pursuit of the earth fire air wave. The surging air wave was always several feet away from him, and he could not touch his body.

Buzz —

At this moment, the ancient vines that were originally hanging peacefully on the branches of the divine wood suddenly released a soft green light. The green light was full of vitality. The huge power fluctuations made Lu Qing's mind tremble. Then, green light spread from these ancient vines. Wherever the spiritual light passed, the earth fire was annihilated and the air waves evaporated. The sea of ​​fire formed by the fire ant self-destruction was extinguished without any resistance.

The scorched earth became softer, and the aroma of the soil spread again. Under Lu Qing's shocked gaze, countless tender buds emerged at a speed visible to the naked eye on the ground, and the tender buds grew, tender branches or green grass bodies grew. With more than ten breaths, the hundreds of feet of earth that had fought before regained its vitality again.

Is this the power of the divine wood?

Lu Qing thought to himself that at this moment, he believed more and more that this divine wood had already developed a huge spiritual mind, and such arrogant power was no longer able to achieve by ordinary wood-spirited spiritual power.

Wake up the wind and thunder, twisting their bodies and floating up. The little thing immediately looked around vigilantly, but was shocked to find that the earth, which had been riddled with holes, suddenly disappeared at all, and looked at Lu Qing suspiciously.

"Okay, let's go." Without saying anything, Lu Qing walked towards the three Changchun trees. The ground fire had also swallowed three Changchun trees before, but on this Changchun trees, three green spiritual covers appeared. Obviously, these three Wan-year-old spiritual roots had already developed wiseness and understood the cultivation.

The three Changchun trees did not react at all to Lu Qing's arrival, and allowed Lu Qing to pick ten wood spirit fruits to collect them. The others did not move, because Mr. Ye reminded him that there was a thread of everything and that the vitality should not be cut off.

The ten thousand years of wood-lifting spiritual fruit cannot be digested by the cultivation level of Feng Lei. Now that it has reached the second level, Lu Qing knows that Feng Lei needs to constantly refine his spiritual power, and the spiritual "medicine" assistance can be assisted, but the main and secondary are not allowed to be reversed. So even though the little thing kept whining beside him, Lu Qing still resolutely put away the jade box.

Walking along the branches of the sacred tree, Lu Qing sank into his senses again. Such an opportunity is rare. Lu Qing really doesn't know whether he can still encounter such a wild divine tree after this trip to the Sword Tomb. The pure and rich wild aura and the mark of the rings of the endless years have made Lu Qing's mood change at all times, and that heart of Tao becomes more and more firm.

Although I don’t know what Lu Qing is doing, the breath here also made Feng Lei very happy. The wilderness continues to pour into its body. It is indecisive that some strange changes are taking place in its body, as if the spiritual blood is burning. It seems that some hidden things are being pulled out, but they are also confused and for some reason.

As night fell, the five-colored sun set, and the moon, which also exuded the five-colored cold light, rose from one side of the valley, and the faint five-colored cold light shone down and lay quietly on the divine wood. At this time, a faint green light appeared in the body of the divine wood. The green light was thorough and the thick vitality shocked all the ancient trees in the wild land. The height of thousands of feet was above the top, overlooking all living beings.

Woo--

At this moment, a lingering flute sounded from one side of the valley, awakening Lu Qing and Feng Lei.

"What is that-" Lu Qing listened carefully. Although the sound of the flute was not high, it seemed to be ringing in his ears. A faint soul wave spread in this space. This soul wave was very dim, as if it was about to be destroyed at any time.

The sound of the flute is like resentment, like crying and complaining, as if it is conveying something to the outside, but except for occasionally triggering the roar of ferocious beasts, there is no echo.

Unconsciously, Lu Qing was attracted by the sound of the flute. He had never heard such a beautiful sound of the flute. Such a sound, without any attack, was the purest music.

The sounds that Lu Qing heard in the past, whether it was the sound of the white-haired witch or the sound of the guqin, were all filled with a deep killing aura. Although they were beautiful, they lacked the most fundamental charm. Unlike what he heard at this moment, it seemed that his whole heart was also rising and falling with the beating, and unconsciously sank into the feelings outlined by the owner of the flute.

Following the sound of the flute, Lu Qing walked towards the depths of the valley.

Pulling aside a piece of vines, what appeared in front of me was a deep pool of water as clear as black jade. The five-colored moonlight quietly poured down, sticking intimately with the pool of water. The pool was quiet and filled the entire moon plate, but these were not the ones that attracted Lu Qing the most.

On a stone wrapped in moss by the pond, a woman was sitting in blood. Her blood-colored long skirt wrapped around her delicate body, revealing a pair of jade feet as crystal as snow jade.

The moon's eyebrows are like clusters, and the skin is better than frost and snow. On the delicate and beautiful nose, a pair of deep eyes as dark jade reveals inexplicable sadness. This sadness is deeply engraved into Lu Qing's soul.

It was not until he came close to him that Lu Qing discovered that the source of the soul fluctuation was the woman in front of him, and the weak soul fluctuation he thought had previously became a joke here.

There was no weak soul. When he got closer, Lu Qing felt the woman's vast soul fluctuations. As for the previous flute sound, it was emitted from something in her hand that seemed to be a coral recorded in the dictionary.

A coral flute was blue all over. As the woman blew, the faint sound of the flute continued to spread. The faint sound waves carried her a faint soul power and spread to the distance throughout the valley.

What kind of woman is this, only twenty years old, how could she live alone in this valley? Lu Qing clearly remembers that there was no such person among the seven disciples who entered the Sword Tomb.

He tried hard to calm his mind and not be affected by the woman's sad flute sound. When he turned to look, Feng Lei waved his head impatiently. Lu Qing couldn't help but laugh. It was right. Even if the flute sound was so beautiful and sad, it would have no taste for Feng Lei. It would be better to come up with a spiritual "medicine" and would make it quiet.
Chapter completed!