Female killer crossing into money-losing goods: Perfume Princess

Chapter 727 Qingfeng’s Extra Story: The Evolution of Little Short Hands (7)

Fresh blood flowed out from the veins, and the surging and uncontrollable spiritual power also began to rush out.The little short hand bitten more than a dozen blood vessels on Qingfeng's body, and curled up on Qingfeng's body.

I saw the surging spiritual power in Qingfeng's body gushing out from the blood vessels together with the blood. The blood flow became slower and slower, but the spiritual power surged more and more, continuously agglomerating towards the little short hand.

The little short hand seemed to be a sponge, sucking all the spiritual power from Qingfeng's body.There was also a strong golden light emitting from his body, covering the breeze in a golden light shield.The out-of-control spiritual power emanated from the pores of Qingfeng's body, and was sucked into the body by the little short hand, transforming it into evolutionary energy.

For a long time, for a long time, maybe a few days, maybe a month.

Qingfeng woke up slowly, looking at the sun above his head, he was slightly startled, it turned out that he was not dead yet.

I moved my body, felt weak all over, and my mouth was dry.

He looked down and saw that his body was covered in blood, and the wound had scabbed and fallen off. In addition to being weak all over, his out-of-control spiritual power had also subsided.

The little short hand was lying on his chest, sound asleep.

Qingfeng looked at the wound on his body with only faint scars, and guessed a little: Could it be that the little short hand saved him?After the blood vessel was bitten, there was an outlet for his spiritual power... But at that time, his spiritual power had reached the point of self-explosion, even if all his blood vessels were cut open, it would not help. How did he survive?

Holding the sleeping little short hand in his arms, Qingfeng shook his head and smiled wryly, he was not its owner and could not communicate with it, and there was no way of knowing what happened after he passed out.

The Nether Empire is a rare and dense green forest.

In the depths of the forest, there is a giant tree with a height of hundreds of feet. The crown of the tree covers half of the sky. From a distance, it looks like a huge green umbrella supporting the entire forest.

This giant tree is called Tongtian Tree.

According to legend, when the Taoyuan Continent first opened, it landed on this land, and it has experienced eternal prosperity for thousands of years.

After the Tongtian tree grows to ten thousand years, a tree heart will be cultivated in the tree. The tree heart is the essence condensed for thousands of years, known as the heart of the saint.

As long as the wood-type aura masters cultivate near the heart of the saint, their cultivation base will be more superb than ordinary wood-type aura masters, and even the coming of self-destruction can be alleviated.

On the trunk of the Tongtian tree, 35 high-level spiritual masters sat cross-legged, and the lowest level of cultivation was also the realm of Heyin.

An old man closest to the heart of the saint opened his eyes from meditation, and looked at one place with superb gaze: "Friend, since you are here, don't shrink your head and tail."

"It is rumored that the Tongtianshu area is the holy land of the Nether Empire. It seems that this is true." Qingfeng walked out of the forest, and his eyes passed by the spiritual master on the tree.

There are actually eight Yuanyin masters.

The old man's eyes fell on Qingfeng, "Your Excellency must be Qingfeng, Prince Hao of the Dunguang Empire?"

"Oh? You know?" Qingfeng asked, but she wasn't surprised at all.

"Everyone in the Nether Empire knows that your Excellency forcibly broke into Yelu Mountain Villa. There are only three descendants of the Light Department in this world. Based on your age and the rumors of your disfigurement, it is not difficult to guess your identity."

Qingfeng said indifferently: "Now that I know, I'll go straight to the point and say, I want the heart of a saint from Tongtianshu."

Before the old man answered, a white-haired old man next to him snorted coldly: "Want the heart of a saint? Even if Qing Haiyan is here, he dare not speak such wild words!"
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