Thanks to Honglian's thoughts, he actually thought about a coffin board, Qin Mu only felt ashamed, he didn't touch the coffin board, and picked and chose the pile of things that Honglian moved out of the boat.

Honglian, who had been watching from the side, was furious, walked over and held Qin Mu's ear in one hand, took it out of the pile of things, threw it on the side of the coffin board, and said with hatred: "I think you have been with Chonghua for a long time, and you haven't learned some little family spirit, this lightning strike wood is the best in the wood, and it is worth tens of thousands of gold, but you are thinking about a pile of rags, it is simply a tyrannical thing, and it is a great opportunity to waste this great thing in vain!" ”

What is lacking in Chonghua's five disadvantages and three deficiencies is money, no matter how rich this old man is overnight, he can be poor overnight, life has never been tight, in Qin Mu's memory, the old man has never been rich, which also leads to him being very similar to Chonghua in some aspects.

Qin Mu has seen few good things, so naturally he has never heard of what lightning strike wood is, or he forgot it directly after hearing it, anyway, Chonghua's life will not let him have too many valuable things, so Qin Mu naturally doesn't care.

However, at this time, Qin Mu, who was still touching around in the pile of "rags", let the red lotus pick up from the ground with one paw, and grabbed his ears deadly, not to mention how uncomfortable the taste was, rubbing his sore and swollen ears, Qin Mu said with an open face: "What is lightning strike wood?" ”

"Haven't you heard?" Honglian sneered: "I didn't know that Lu Dao Chonghua that money fan wouldn't even tell you about this." ”

Qin Mu's forehead crossed three black lines, Chonghua's old man was indeed a fan of money, and he often looked forward to the future with Qin Mu, and he often nagged in Qin Mu's ear about all kinds of rare treasures...... It's just that there is no physical object, and Qin Mu himself doesn't care, most of them forget after listening to it, and they don't have any memory.

Red Lotus paused, looked at Qin Mu's meditative appearance, and couldn't help but remind: "How many of the three ancient divine trees do you know?" ”

Qin Mu's aura flashed, and he hurriedly said, "Ancient Lotus Wood, Phoenix Wood, and ...... Lightning strikes wood? Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, and when he finished talking about the phoenix wood, a flash of inspiration appeared, and three extremely familiar words appeared in front of Qin Mu's eyes, at this time, he squatted down tremblingly, touched the coffin board on the ground, and looked shocked.

Being reminded by the red lotus, the description of the lightning strike wood also appeared in my mind, the three ancient sacred trees were extremely rare in ancient times, and in the written history of human beings, it seems that there is only one left of each.

Lightning strikes wood, three thousand years of flowering and three thousand years of fruit, a hundred years long an inch, can resist all lightning attacks, with lightning as fertilizer, the more times by lightning, the longer the time, the more energetic and fattened the tree. Hence the name of the lightning strike wood.

All ancient sacred trees have a common feature, that is, they can survive if they are inserted in the ground without fertilization and watering. In ancient times, people had a blind worship of things that could live for a long time, the thousand-year-old king and eighty-thousand-year-old turtle, the legendary things are all immortal, or the old monsters with a long lifespan, these things are all worshiped by people because they have existed long enough.

The lightning strike wood in front of me is the coffin cover of the female corpse, compared with the coffin of the gorgeous carving process, this cover feels like a piece picked up from the side of the road, cut to a freehand, and the surrounding area also seems to be slowly run out of the raw edges, some oily and yellowish, but still not very flat, and even the whole coffin lid is not a level, there are high and low.

The color of the lightning strike wood showed a kind of ink color, the lines were not clear, and it looked very cold to the touch with his hands, and what surprised Qin Mu the most was that this seemed to be a whole piece of lightning strike wood, you must know that the growth of the lightning strike wood is extremely slow, only one inch in a hundred years, how many years has such a big and thick lightning strike wood grown, it is estimated that only the person who made the coffin knows the Tao of the road.

"Such a big deal." Qin Mu also understood the value of the coffin lid in front of him at this moment, swallowed his saliva and said, "Is the person who made this thing crazy?" ”

"Of course not." Honglian said lightly: "Don't you see, this coffin lid and coffin body are not the same at all." ”

In fact, Qin Mu had already felt this way, but he never said it.

Seeing that Qin Mu didn't speak, the red lotus touched the Yin Yang Ding for a while, and the appearance was exactly the same as when Qin Mu helped Xiaobai Shunmao, and looked at the ignorant face of Qin Daguanren, and then said: "A corpse king, she can evolve to the way she is now, and she must have encountered a lot of disasters, especially the Heavenly Dao, she likes to use thunder to split every time she sends down heavenly punishments...... And this coffin, the coffin body is so luxurious and beautiful, but the treatment of the lid has not yet reached the level, and it does not even match the things underneath at all, obviously, this thing is used by the corpse king to resist the thunderstorm. ”

"That's why so many of my thunder talismans just now didn't have any effect on her, right?" Qin Mu nodded and continued, grabbed the lightning strike wood, and weighed it, this thing is really heavy.

"It's strange that something that is an inch long in a hundred years is not sinking." Honglian seemed to see what Qin Mu was thinking, and said gracefully.

When Qin Mu hummed and moved the thunderbolt wood to the shore, he looked at the devastation behind him, sighed slightly, and was about to sing a witch song, but was interrupted by a hand stretched out by Honglian.

"Don't waste your spiritual power, you can't save them." Red Lotus said lightly: "They were injured by the coercion on the corpse king's body, and this injury spread extremely quickly, although it only hurt the waist at the beginning, but now, can you be sure that their injuries are only in the waist?" ”

Maybe Honglian is right, after all, this thing has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and he knows more about these, but just seeing the person in front of him die like this, Qin Mu couldn't accept it, he shook his head, and sang the witch song of recovery as soon as he opened his mouth, and a faint white light floated from his body, like a ray, and scattered in all directions, and everyone's body was shrouded in a faint layer of white light.

Under the shroud of this faint white light, all the people who were cut off by the waist began to recover slowly, first their complexion recovered a little ruddy, and then they could see the severed part of the waist with the naked eye, scrambling to grow some small granulations, these granulations grew rapidly, and formed pink muscles, as if to create a lower body alive.

Qin Mu's joy had not yet been expressed, however, these small granules that were growing, after making up for a muscle in his waist, seemed to be scorched, and all of them turned black without warning, as if they had been burned by something, and the air also exuded a scorched smell.

Where the pink granes were, all growth had stopped, and those whose faces were gradually returning to rosy were once again dimmed and precarious.

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