It's not just Lin Mei'er who didn't come, but the new Prince of Scale and Taishi didn't come either. Lin Zhuo sighed secretly.

Although he ascended to the throne of the Crane King, the Jindan combat power of the Crane Clan in the future, whether it is Lin Mei'er with a Dan crown, or this new Taishi with the strength of Jindan, will not obey his control.

To put it bluntly, he, the Crane King, was just a temporary caretaker, and the throne would eventually pass to the daughter who had never obeyed discipline and had never recognized him as a father.

Lin Han has never asked about the world for many years, but has just immersed himself in cultivation and sought immortality for Taoist couples. She was already taking care of the face of the family by electing him Lin Zhuo as the Crane King, and it was obviously difficult for her to arrange all other things.

Lin Zhuo thought to himself: If the red-crowned crown is in his hands, who would dare not listen to his orders? Unfortunately, he can only think about it now.

Of course, Gou Zhu would not participate in Lin Han's immortal oracle and the enthronement of the Crane King, which had nothing to do with him. This month, he has been cultivating on Golden Scale Island, refining Lin Han's crane clan essence and blood, and consolidating his Void Pill realm.

If it was Gou Zhu who wanted to refine this drop of immortal essence blood, it would be impossible. Fortunately, Lin Han had originally collected a little bit of his soul breath and imprinted it on this bit of essence blood, and he only needed to integrate it into his body.

After entering the body refining, he looked inwardly at the dantian qi sea and found that there was an extra fire in it.

Unlike the white flame when Lin Han cast the Sky Devouring Blazing Fire, his wisp of fire was a dull black. It was just black and white from his original Xuanyin True Fire, suspended in the sea of qi, always maintaining a certain distance. Below it was his Xuanming True Qi Sea, and the bitter cold poisonous mother in the Qi Sea swam in it like a fish.

The bitter cold poisonous mother that Lan Ruoshuang gave him had already dissipated a lot. But after he cultivated the Xuanming True Qi, this bitter cold poisonous mother was nourished by the Xuanming True Qi, and not only did not continue to dissipate, but also became condensed and active.

Whether it is the Xuanyin Shadow Fire or the Heaven-Swallowing Blazing Fire, as well as the bitter cold poison, they are all extremely mysterious things. If ordinary people want to condense their true qi through their own divine consciousness, it is difficult to ascend to the sky.

Kindling and poison mothers are a special kind of spiritual entities, as long as they are nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to make them immortal, they can transform their spiritual energy to produce a steady stream of spiritual fire and bitter cold poison.

The Bitter Cold Poison Mother and the Sky Devouring Flame are both inherited by bloodline. And the Xuanyin Shadow Fire is born naturally from heaven and earth and needs to be refined. These are rare things that monks can encounter but cannot seek.

Gou Zhu already has experience in controlling the Xuanyin True Fire, and with Lian Ling's guidance, he didn't encounter much difficulty in controlling the Heaven Devouring Blazing Fire. The blazing fire can transform at will, and it is more comfortable than the weird Xuanyin True Fire.

As long as his mind moves, he can conjure up a pair of crane winged phantoms composed of sky-swallowing blazing flames behind him, and he can fly high at any time. Except for the tip of the wing, which is still black, the entire wing body is white.

As long as the Heaven Devouring Flame goes out of the outside world, it will continue to devour everything in the heavens and the earth to replenish its consumption. This white light is not the true color of the Heaven-Swallowing Flame, but the light of the fire emitted when the air is burned and absorbed by the Blazing Fire.

"Tsk, there is a bitter cold poisonous mother in the sea of qi, as well as the two fires of Xuanyin True Fire and Heaven Swallowing Blazing Fire, which is really a collection of good things. ”

A young man with a simple face and a slightly chubby face said lazily. He didn't seem much older than Gou, but his snow-white hair, eyebrows, and equally snow-white mustache, and cynical look made him look old-fashioned.

It was the height of summer, he was not too hot at all, he was like a cat lying on a big bluestone basking in the sun, looking at Gou Zhu who was sitting next to Lian Ling and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

He is a White Tiger Killer, and after eating a few meals of the Demon Cultivators of the Two Realms City sent to the door around the Blood Lake, his strength has increased greatly, and he has already transformed into a human.

He was incarnated by the remnants of the ancient holy beasts, and he was also born with pure blood cultivation, which could dispense with all external medicines, and he could continuously improve his realm purely by devouring other people's flesh and blood. It's just that he has reached a certain bottleneck until Hook Zhu arouses his appetite again.

What makes him salivate is not the strange things that are difficult to swallow, such as the Xuanyin Hidden Fire, the Heaven-Swallowing Blazing Fire, and even the Bitter Cold Poisonous Mother, but the "non" thinking pill that looms, if there is nothing, and even makes him feel a little dizzy when he thinks about it.

The grade of this Void Pill is too high, and ordinary monks do not recognize it, and it is very likely that they mistakenly think that it is a "residual pill" that is inferior to the lower grade. The remnant pill is a defective product that has failed to form a pill but has barely solidified into an unformed air mass, and it is also like a superb void pill.

But for the killing of an ancient holy beast, how could he make such a low-level mistake. Looking at this superb Void Pill, if he swallowed it in one bite, the taste really made him tremble when he thought about it. It's a pity he didn't dare.

"It's all messy things, what's the use!"

Mu Fei sat on the side and said disdainfully. Mu Fei only has the strength of the four colors of the Void Pill, and Gou Zhu is not far from him. In addition, the power of the Tree Clan's divine sense was already very weak, and he had long been unable to see the sea of Qi that was being curtailed.

But as a Tree Clan, he is a pure cultivator, and he only believes that the power of the flesh is invincible in the world, and calls everything outside of the Tree Clan's body an evil thing. And although the realm of Gou Zhu has risen greatly, the strength of wood is not what it used to be.

Mu didn't actually need to cultivate, he just needed to keep awakening the blood of the Tree Emperor. The blood of the Tree Emperor is passed down in a single vein, and it has a powerful power that has been passed down from the ancestors.

It's just that when it's in the human world, this force is actually contained. After arriving in the Demon Realm, he was infected by the much richer aura of the Demon Realm, and the awakening of the blood of the Tree Emperor of the wood was simply a thousand miles in a day.

This is also inseparable from the careful guidance of an experienced "old man". Nowadays, the wood is becoming more and more like a "tree emperor". Mu Fei now regards Mu Tou not only as his master, but also as a disciple under his own guidance. Between Gou Zhu and Wood, of course, he is more optimistic about this "own family".

"Young master, as long as you remember, one force can break ten thousand laws!" Mu Fei's mouth buzzed, and he didn't care if Mu could hear it or not. Others can't understand it, but Mu Tou and Lian Ling can understand this ancient tree language.

During the time that Mu Tou was cultivating in the Blood Lake, with Mu Fei's guidance, he continued to awaken the blood of the Tree Emperor, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds, and he was already approaching the consummation of foundation building.

After arriving at Golden Scale Island, Lian Ling refined all the demon spirit ginseng collected in the Xiyang Continent into a foundation-building demon liquid for him to take, allowing him to overcome the problem of spiritual instability caused by awakening the blood of the Tree Emperor too quickly, and he had successfully reached the realm of the Void Pill.

Regarding Mu Fei's disdain, Lian Ling smiled silently, sat firmly in the middle, and quietly looked at the open space by the lake in front of him, where Mu was fighting with Gou.

Sitting next to her were Gou Zhu, Tong Yao, Huang Lu, as well as the nineteenth, Mu Fei, and the white tiger lying horizontally. As for the two who fought in the field, they were not real people.

Just next to the open space, there is a white jade stele more than one person high, there is a big turtle under the stele, in front of the big tortoise, the real body of the wood is meditating there, and the mind is all in the stele, and it has already been settled.

The stele's spiritual light flickered, shooting out a ray of brilliance. If they look closely, they will find that the gouzhu and the wood are just phantoms composed of these intertwined lights, not real bodies.

This jade tablet is the bloodstain of Gou's body. It's a pity that this monument is simply a monster that devours blood spirit stones. The blood spirit stones needed to stay in the stele to fight with the Void Pill are even more massive than when they were used to build the foundation.

Even if Lian Ling had a lot of blood spirit stones in his hands, it was not often a chance for them to fight in the stele. This time it has been prepared for a long time, and the purpose is to consolidate the Void Pill realm of wood and improve it one by one.

Just to urge this battle, it cost three thousand taels of blood spirit stones. Even the blood spirit stone in Ling's hand was only two thousand taels left, and he couldn't urge a battle again.

If the wood defeats the hook, it can get a huge boost. It's not impossible. Physical cultivation has a lot of restraint on qi cultivation itself. Wood is not an ordinary tree, but the body of a tree emperor.

But if he fails, he will waste a lot of blood spirit stones in vain. Ten battles still can't be won, and these three thousand taels of blood spirit stones are completely lost.

Everyone's path to the Tao is different. The bloodstained stele infused in the ancient fighting maniac's method of seeking the Tao is even more unique. That is, as long as you have money and can win, you can improve yourself to approach the avenue without limits. But if you can't win, it's a wasted amount of money.

Even if Gou Zhu wanted to make Mu improve his strength, it was impossible for him to deliberately lose this battle. Because the hook reflected in the stele is not controlled by his own mind, but by the stele himself.

The reason why Lian Ling let the battle of the Monument be directly reflected in the present world for everyone to observe was also because she had a hunch that the opportunity to send the wood to the Sleeping Mountain was near. The Tree Clan is not unified into one large tribe like the Crane Clan, and the multi-tribe strife is simply a pool of troubled waters. At that time, it is inevitable that there will be several fierce battles.

Gou Zhu looked at the wood in the phantom, and sure enough, it was very different from the young man when he first entered the Jade Palace a few years ago. He was now half a head taller, his skin darker, and glowing in the sunlight with this copper-colored glow.

He carried a large bow on his back, not the one that Mu Fei had turned into, but one that he had cut from the wood grown from his own tree, and which was almost the same color as his skin. The bow was not dead, it was still a part of his body, in touch with his mind.

Looking at the hook in front of him, his eyes became as bright as hunting in the forest, as if he was staring at his prey.

His true qi did not leave his body, but surged in his body like the power of the demon clan's qi and blood, pouring into every muscle and every vein. The muscles that exposed his cuffs immediately expanded and then contracted at a speed visible to the naked eye, exuding a metallic sheen and force.

With a swing of the heavy axe on his back, he silently danced the big axe above his head, and with this swing, he stepped forward and slashed at the head of Gouzhu!