Chapter 227： (2/2)

Then, the cultivators all saw that the monster in the **** miasma tried to rush out of the prison waters several times, but was forced back by the pure spirit water lotus at the entrance.

Every time they saw the turbulent blood mist at the entrance and the roar from the blood mist, these cultivators trembled, worried that the lotus seeds could not stop them.

If you can't stop it, others can only give out the lotus seeds they get.

Although those who grab the lotus seeds are unwilling, but in this situation, they can't help but make good preparations.

Su Wangling was also a little worried, and couldn't help asking Ning Yuzhou: "Young Master Ning, how long can it stop?"

Ning Yuzhou looked at the Jingling water lotus in the jade bowl and keenly discovered that its root system had been stained with a faint blood red color. The color was very light. If you didn't look closely, you could barely notice it.

Just like the pure spirit water lotus that was guarded in the prison water at the time, everyone only saw its slim standing on the surface of the water, and its fragrance and clearness, but they didn’t know that its root system had long been covered in blood. Pollution by the miasma.

Sure enough, just the budding lotus seeds still couldn't suppress the already powerful monsters in the **** miasma ground.

Ning Yuzhou said: "Depending on the situation, we should be able to suppress it for another ten and a half days."

Su Wangling suddenly became worried, "If it is ruined, can I use a second lotus seed to top it?"

Ning Yuzhou said indifferently, "No, Ah Hu is not there."

There is no Wenqiao giving birth to the lotus seeds, even if there is yin and yang spring water, it takes a lot of time to wait for it to take root and sprout, how can it be stopped?

Yin and Yang spring can only provide them with vitality and shorten their growth time, but there is no way to let it grow all at once.

Su Wangling was silent suddenly, thinking of Wen Qiao who had been away for nearly a month, and couldn't help sighing.

He didn't know what Wen Qiao was doing now, whether he had found Shenmu. If it hadn't been for Ning Yuzhou to be sure that Wen Qiao was fine, he couldn't help but wonder, had that girl been unpredictable?

The two are unmarried couples, and there should be some treasure between them that can determine the life and death of each other.

No matter how worried Su Wangling was, he could only suppress the worry and wait for the result.

Time passed bit by bit, and after two months of fighting, the number of people who survived was even smaller, with only more than 3,000 people left.

These three thousand people are all elite disciples of various forces. Those who are weak and timid have already died in battle. Most of them were dragged into the sea of ​​blood by monsters, or they were accidentally caused by blood giants. Shoot to death.

boom! Boom!

When the bang sounded, everyone looked numbly at the entrance of the prison water and found that the blood mist began to attack again. As time passed, the blood mist spread out again, and the budding pure spirit water lotus seed was almost uncontrollable. Up.

Su Wangling closed his eyes.

Time has become very difficult.

Everyone is simmering time, they don’t want to die, they want to leave the heavens alive, they want to continue pursuing their cultivation avenue, and they want to ascend to the upper realm...

However, no matter how unwilling, facing the endless sea of ​​blood and the **** miasma that is about to be suppressed in the prison water, they can only wait helplessly for the judgment of fate.

Until the root system of the sprouting Jinglingshui lotus seed in the jade bowl was completely eroded into blood red by the blood miasma, the cultivator in the battle suddenly found something and was immediately stunned.

"Look, isn't the sea of ​​blood receding?" Someone said naively.

These words finally caught the attention of all the cultivators, and everyone stopped their mechanical battles and couldn't help but look at the boundless sea of ​​blood. Upon closer inspection, they finally couldn't help but ecstatic.

"The sea of ​​blood is really receding!"

The sea of ​​blood was indeed retreating, and the monsters in the sea of ​​blood began to panic. They no longer attacked the already crumbling formation, but chased the retreating sea of ​​blood, making a panic cry.

The shrill scream came from afar, and for the first time, the cultivators felt that it was not so unbearable.

Everyone stood in front of the big formation, looking at the retreating sea of ​​blood.

The sea of ​​blood is just like when it came, when it retreats without warning, it retreats not slowly, but in the vast sky, it still makes cultivators feel that it retreats too slowly, and they can’t wait for it. All of a sudden disappeared.

When discovering that the sea of ​​blood had receded, Qiao Leshan and others subconsciously turned their heads and looked towards the entrance of the prison water.

The blood mist at the entrance of the prison water was also rolling, and the monster in the blood mist made an unwilling sound. The sound wave swayed, but it seemed so weak.

Su Wangling's pale face showed a relieved smile, and said softly: "She succeeded."

Ning Yuzhou looked at the blood-red lotus seeds in the jade bowl, and his fingers popped out a ray of earth-scarred fireworks, and burned it together with the jade bowl.

The sacred lotus polluted by the blood miasma is no longer a sacred lotus.

***

When Wen Qiao woke up from a coma, she saw the extremely tall tree above her head.

The leaves are blooming with soft white light, making the tree look like luminous, holy and beautiful, and the sacred wood in the air is extremely refreshing, making her feel physically and mentally.

She looked at it for a while, only to realize that it was she who turned back into a demon body, and she felt that the tree was extremely tall.

In fact, it's just like those little annual trees.

Wen Qiao looked around, Wen Tutu and Wen Gun rolled around, not missing one.

Then she looked around and found that outside the absolute domain of the sacred tree, there was no blood everywhere. Although the surroundings were still dark, there was a tranquility that made people feel at ease.

Wen Qiao's gaze fell back to the sacred tree above his head again.

At this time, she became a small Miaomiao, rooted under the sacred tree, one big and one small, and she looked a little bit like.

Wen Qiao couldn't help thinking, could it be that her mysterious blood actually came from the sacred tree? Since there are all examples of spiritual medicine cultivating adults, there is nothing wrong with cultivating adults in the tree of gods.

When she was thinking about it in a wild, a few light spots fell from the sacred tree and poured into her body.

Wen Qiao was so comfortable that she almost groaned, but now she was not in a human form and could not make a sound. Only the emerald green leaves trembled a few times to express her joy.

The leaves of the sacred tree also made a clattering sound, as if responding to her.

The two trees, one large and one small, attracted the attention of the two monsters. They looked curiously at the sacred tree and then at the small seedlings. After hesitating, they still felt that the small seedlings attracted them more.

After a while, Wen Qiao returned to a human form.

After transforming back into a human form, she stretched her waist and happily gave a small tree taller than her a hug, stroked the tree trunk with her fingers, and suddenly a bunch of information poured into her sea of ​​knowledge, making her almost Can not bear.

Wen Qiao stroked his head and smiled bitterly: "Don't just stuff all the information over, let me slow down."

The leaves of the sacred tree trembled, making a clatter again, as if talking to her.

The two monsters of Wentutu couldn't understand the communication between the plants. They jumped on Wenqiao's shoulders, and finally could level with the leaves of the sacred tree. Looking at the glowing leaves, they couldn't help but stretch out their paws.

The hairy claws just stretched out were pulled apart by the soft green branches and leaves.

The little sacred tree said: Ugly rejection!

Where did the messy beast come from, dare to touch it casually? It doesn't need a guardian beast!