She is Jianxiu

Chapter 715: Encountering the Holy Object on the Way

Zhao Chun nodded in response, and the two of them set up the Dunguang and walked towards the place that was slightly full of vitality.

The hunting ground is full of swamps and dense forests, and a lot of water vapor has gathered in it. After walking for a long time, I felt my sleeves were wet and my head was dizzy. , then shook off the attacking water vapor, regaining clarity of mind.

"I didn't know it was like this in the hunting ground before. Otherwise, I would have prepared some elixir to dehumidify and relieve miasma in advance, and I would feel much more comfortable today." Liu Xuanxiu frowned, and swept her eyes above the swamp, seeing that there was something floating in the water. As soon as the thick fog was formed, one knew that there must be a miasma coming from here. Fortunately, the miasma was not poisonous, so it would not cause any hindrance to them for the time being.

Zhao Chun let out a low laugh, but he wasn't worried about his companions in other places. After all, the hunting ground was only full of moisture, and he could get rid of it with a little trick. If he encountered the strange miasma in the thousand-beard forest, it would be troublesome !

About two minutes later, there was only a short distance away from the destination, but the two who were walking quickly stopped and looked at each other.

someone is coming!

Zhao Chun breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her eyes and looked down, but she heard the sound of broken branches and the sound of dripping water approaching step by step, which made her feel a little bit more relaxed, and gestured to Liu Xuan.

After the human monks break through to the realm of condensing the essence, they can ride the wind and fly as high as hundreds of feet.But the Huangzu can't be like this, all his methods rely on physical strength, and when the whole family migrates, they need to tame the camel beasts, so that they can travel thousands of miles a day in the desert.However, the strength of the Desolate race is amazing. Although they cannot fly in the air, when they muster all their strength, they can take a step of hundreds of miles, which is not inferior to the supernatural power of shrinking the ground to an inch!
It's just that such consumption is often difficult for others to bear, so it can only be used for short-term escape and cannot be used continuously.

Right now, the person who came down was walking through the water, and a lot of battles were involved when walking, so he should be a warrior from the barren race, not a cultivator from the human race.

Sure enough, when Liu Xuan raised her eyes to look over, the figure of the visitor was already revealed without a doubt. He was tall and strong, his skin was yellow and black and shiny, and the most conspicuous thing was his pair of jet-black eyes, without any white in them. A member of the Desolate Race!
Zhao Chun had no intention of killing him, and immediately appeared with his sleeves swung, and shouted: "This warrior, the land of vitality in front has already been owned. If you turn around and turn back immediately, I will let you go."

When she opened her mouth, she waved her plain hand again, and slashed half an inch in front of the Desolate warrior with a wave of Gengjin sword energy. In an instant, there was a shock in the water, and the creepy determination dissipated from the place where the sword fell. Come on, the warrior of the Desolate Race originally came glaring at the two of them, but after seeing such a terrifying scene, his face also changed drastically, he rolled his eyes and dared not move.

The two clans rarely interacted with each other, and they didn't understand each other's language. Fortunately, Zhao Chun and the others were prepared, and immediately took out an apricot-yellow talisman from their sleeves, threw it into the air and smashed it.

This is a common language talisman, when the Congzhou Yaozu was still using the ancient language, people from the three states used this method to communicate with it, and now it can be used on the Desolate people.

Speaking of this, in the ancient verdant country, there was a way to communicate with the Desolate people, but unfortunately it has been lost for a long time, and it is still not available for people to use.As a descendant of the ancient royal family, Pu Yue stayed in Dongming Pass and never came.Considering that the wilderness is full of dangers, Xie Jing cannot enter the depths of the desert, and she has to fight for the destiny of the hunting ground. No one can protect her for a while. The meaning of the sect is to wait for the destiny of the hunting ground to be settled first. It's not too late to send Pu Yue back.

Zhao Chun had thousands of thoughts in his stomach, but he only looked at the warrior of the Desolate Race, repeating what he said earlier.

And the Desolate race suddenly understood Zhao Chun's words, and after some hesitation, he said, "Human race, it's not yet the time for the sacred object to be born, and the place of vitality ahead is where Fujiki Hidemi is. It is only useful to my family, if you take it off, it is a waste."

After listening to him silently, Zhao Chun thought about it for a while, and thought that the sacred object must be the fruit of the banyan spirit, and Fujiki Hidemi had never heard Xie Jing mention it before.

She looked at the Huangzu calmly, and saw that when he mentioned Fujiki Ying, his breathing was a little short, and there was greed in his eyes, so she knew that this thing was indeed precious to the Huangzu, but what this person said Whether it is true or not remains to be seen.

"So you know when the holy object will be born, and what signs will it appear?" Zhao Chun's tone slowed down, as if he was quite curious about the holy object.

Seeing that she was interested in the Banyan Spirit Fruit, the Huangzu's complexion turned a little hostile, and immediately frowned, not wanting to answer her.

"Treasures in the world can only be possessed by the strong. You are not very powerful, so you are not the strongest among the Desolate Race. Even if the holy things are born, they may not fall into your hands. Why not Tell me everything you know, and as a thank you, I can also give you this Fujiki Hidemi, how about that?" Zhao Chun had his own choice in his mind, regardless of whether that Fujiki Hidemi was useful to human monks, The most important thing right now is to win the destiny of the hunting ground.

Hearing the first half of the sentence, the barbarian's face turned red, and he was a little embarrassed, but when Zhao Chun said the second half of the sentence, he rolled his eyes again, secretly thinking about the benefits of this deal.

This human cultivator does have some means, the sword energy just now is extremely sharp, if he advances half an inch, he can cut his body in half, and now his eyesight is amazing, he can see at a glance that his strength is not even higher than that of the Desolate race. Not too powerful.In fact, he did come from a small tribe. Among the many blood-soul-level warriors who entered the hunting ground together, he can only be counted as the middle and lower class. The chance of winning the fruit of the banyan spirit is really extremely small!

He knew in his heart that for thousands of years, almost no warriors from the Desolate tribe other than the seven major tribes had ever taken the Mandate of Heaven, and those tribesmen who dared to fight with those warriors could not escape death in the end, so compared to holy objects, they were still hunting grounds. Hidemi Fujiki, who grew up in the middle, attracted them even more.

And what he said is also true, that Fujiki Hidemi is a precious treasure that boosts the realm to the desolate race, but it falls into the hands of the human race, but even the ordinary elixir is far away, counting it, it is indeed worthy The previous sentence was a waste.

Whether to continue to covet the illusory sacred objects, or to take the Fujiki Hidemi that can be obtained in front of him, in an instant, the Desolate Clan made a decision.

"It's fine, but I have to take Hidemi Fujiki off before I can tell you about the sacred object." He was very afraid of Zhao Chun, for fear that the other party would turn his back on him after hearing the signs of the sacred object. The act of killing.

"Yes." Zhao Chun raised his brows, seeing through his thoughts at a glance.

(End of this chapter)