Spatial hoarding: super strong wood superpowers

A mutated morning glory with a thick wrist pierced through the old man's chest like lightning when Cheng Jing's words fell, and swept away the glass bottle containing the poison in his hand.

"Impossible? How did you control the mutated Morning Glory at such a long distance?"

The old man looked down at the mutated morning glory vines on his chest, and couldn't help shaking his head in a low voice.

Cheng Jing sneered, "I'm a wood-type supernatural being. Isn't it easy to control plants?"

"No, this is not an ordinary morning glory. It is mutated and has self-awareness. Unless you are of a very high level, you can't do it at all? Are you not a fifth-level ability user, but higher?"

The old man rejected what he said. Currently, the highest-level supernatural user is the late sixth-order created by himself.

Give him a little more time, and the first sixth-level supernatural person will be born in city a.

"What if I say that I am that higher existence? You think you are superior to others, invincible in the world, and you have everyone in your hands, so you have been defeated by me."

"Impossible, you can't be Tier [-], it's impossible for a Tier [-] supernatural being to appear in the entire City A."

Cheng Jing raised her eyebrows and raised her hand, but the old man's hand was empty. While speaking, a vine quietly appeared behind the old man, and when he was distracted, it snatched the sun-returning grass.

Even though the old man's heart was severely injured, he didn't panic at all. At this moment, he rushed towards Cheng Jing like crazy.

The mutated morning glory vines were still stuck in his chest, leaving a row of bloody footprints along the way.

Cheng Jing didn't move a bit, and kicked the old man's abdomen when he got closer and closer with a grim face.

The old man flew upside down and hit the wall heavily. He spat out a mouthful of blood from the side of his head, pointed at the sun-returning grass in Cheng Jing's hand and said, "Give it to me, give it to me."

"You look good."

Cheng Jing wrapped the Yang-returning grass with supernatural powers, and under the desperate eyes of the old man, completely refined the Yang-returning grass.

The old man didn't know how to refine it, he thought Cheng Jing had ruined Yangyang Grass, suddenly, he raised his head and let out a piercing laugh.

"Destroy it, let your little lover accompany me on the road, I will not lose my old bones."

Cheng Jing appeared next to Zhao Tiancheng in a flash. He held his breath, just wanting to see Cheng Jing for the last time.

"I'm afraid I can't be with you anymore, Xiao Jing, you have to be good, and you will definitely meet better people who know how to cherish you."

Cheng Jing held Zhao Tiancheng's bruised hand, stopped the bleeding first, and then began to perform the Sun Returning Technique.

Zhao Tiancheng's complexion became more and more ruddy, but he didn't notice it at all. He greedily wanted to take another look at Cheng Jing before he died, and deeply remember the person in front of him, so that he would not take detours in his next life.

The old man wanted to sneak away while Cheng Jing was sad, but when he turned around, a vine tied him tightly.

"Let go..." The next words turned into a pool of rotten flesh without any chance to speak out.

It's true that Cheng Jing wanted to rescue people, but his peripheral vision always fell on the old man. He is the biggest scourge in the whole city a. If he is not eradicated, no one will be at peace.

"You go!"

Zhao Tiancheng didn't want Cheng Jing to watch him take his last breath, it would be too cruel to her.

Mu Qingqing raised her hand to wipe off the cold sweat on her forehead, but she didn't expect that Yang Yang Technique consumed such a huge amount of power, it almost emptied her.

She stood up and shook her dizzy head, took out a handful of wood crystal cores from the space and ate them.