Legend of the Dragon King

Chapter 1739 Successful ripening!Uprooted!
"Do you want to let go of the domain first?"

Mu Jinyu was about to activate the Dihuangshu, but worried that the movement of the Dihuangshu would attract the attention of other ghosts, so he asked again.

Qing Li said: "No, you can safely activate the Emperor's Book. This is the most important place of Ghost Flame Mountain. The ghosts who are qualified to come here have been lured away by Cangyan Prefecture. The ghosts who are not qualified to come here will not dare to come here even if they feel something is wrong. came."

"it is good."

Hearing what Qingli said, Mu Jinyu immediately felt relieved.

"boom!!"

Then, he activated the Emperor's Book, and soon, ghost fog, ghost gates and other scene layouts gradually appeared on the top of Ghost Flame Mountain.

Immediately, a strong breath of death spread out from here.

Mu Jinyu can be sure that the ghost clan guarding the periphery of Ghost Flame Mountain should be able to perceive the changes here.

But as Qingli said, even though they sensed the changes on the top of Ghost Flame Mountain, none of the ghost clan dared to come over to check the situation.

"Shhhhh!!"

Under Mu Jinyu's control, the Wangchuan River, which was smelly and filled with endless corpses, gushed out from the riverbed, wrapping around the souls left by the four ghosts!

"Chichi!!"

Soon, under the horrific corrosion of the Wangchuan River, their ferocious looking souls gradually melted into a pool of dark brown liquid.

Exuding a strong yin and death aura.

"Can this be used as nourishment for the Yinming dead fruit tree?"

Mu Jinyu looked at the dark brown, slightly viscous liquid, and turned to ask Qingli.

Qingli shook her head and said, "Wait a little longer, then hand it over to Granny Meng to cook."

"Oh." Mu Jinyu nodded.

Soon, these puddles of dark brown liquid seemed to have been washed away by the useless dirt in the Wangchuan River, and gradually became darker and more viscous, like black glutinous rice balls.

"Okay, take it out and give it to Granny Meng!"

Seeing the change in the Yin Sha soul liquid, Qingli quickly reminded Mu Jinyu.

"Ah."

Mu Jinyu responded, and then guided the Wangchuan River back to the river bed, and then controlled the dark black viscous liquid to send it to Meng Po who was standing on the lookingout platform.

"Shhhhh!!"

Granny Meng was stirring her soup with a spoon. When she saw the ball of black mucus coming, she took it with a smile, threw it into the barrel, and stirred it gently.

"Cuckoo cuckoo..."

With Granny Meng's stirring, a fragrant and disgusting smell slowly escaped from her wooden barrel.

Mu Jinyu frowned, wondering what would happen if he smelled the smell too much, and then held his breath.

Then he turned his head to look at Qing Li beside him.

She still maintained the appearance of a tragic female ghost, bleeding from all seven orifices, and the whites of her eyes rolled up, but she didn't hold her breath, as if the smell was okay.

"boom!!"

Soon, Po Meng was stirring the Po Meng soup, suddenly bursts of bright white light burst out of the barrel like fireworks.

"All right."

Seeing this, Qing Li's eyes showed a gleam of joy, and she hurriedly reminded Mu Jinyu: "Hurry up and bring that bucket of Mengpo soup."

Mu Jinyu hesitated for a while, but didn't move, and asked: "Take it all here? This Meng Po seems to be conscious, I'm afraid she won't agree..."

He still remembered that when he had just broken through the Emperor's Book, that Meng Po wanted to force him to drink the weird Meng Po soup, but he was blown away by himself with the strength of the Earth Emperor.

If she directly took away her wooden barrel of Mengpo soup, would she fight herself desperately for it?
So Mu Jinyu was a little hesitant.

After all, Po Meng is her own person now, so there is no need to turn against her for this.

"No, Meng Po soup is not the only one, what are you afraid of?"

Qingli was speechless.

"Ok."

Mu Jinyu thought about it, and chose to make a move for the next chapter of Human Dao Jing.

"call out!"

Following his finger pinching thoughts, the Mengpo soup in the wooden bucket suddenly rushed out.

The color turned to milky white.

It's not the yellowish brown of the original Mengpo soup, as if it was made of mud, nor is it the color of the black soul liquid before.

It's a bit strange.

"Go and pour it under the root of the dark dead fruit tree."

When Qingli saw the milky white soup, her eyes became more expectant, and she quickly reminded Mu Jinyu.

"Cuckoo..."

Mu Jinyu obediently poured the pot of Mengpo soup under the root of the Yinming dead fruit tree, and suddenly a series of bubbles burst from the black soil.

And after the Yinming Dead Fruit Tree absorbed the soul fluids of these four late-life and peak ghosts, the fruit that was originally hanging on the branch, which seemed to be about the size of a plum, suddenly seemed to be inflated by a balloon, visible to the naked eye The speed is expanding, and it will soon become the size of a pineapple.

And from the original black, it has changed into a strange appearance with black and white.

"Is this mature?"

Mu Jinyu turned to look at Qingli and asked.

"It seems to be close." Qing Li frowned slightly, and whispered something.

"Then what should we do? Is it okay to catch those ghosts in Shattering Void Realm?" Mu Jinyu asked.

Qingli shook her head steadily, and said: "Forget it, those are too few, not enough, fortunately I brought a few more ghosts."

After finishing speaking, she waved her hand, and three fierce ghosts who were cultivated in the realm of life and death appeared in front of Mu Jinyu exuding a strong malicious and sinister aura.

It seems that Qingli should be from the same group of ghosts as the female ghost who captured her current transformation, Sacrifice!

"So cruel..."

Mu Jinyu muttered in a low voice, and then continued to do her old job, throwing these ghosts into the Wangchuan River to wash them for nothing, and then put them in Meng Po's barrel for a soak.

Not long after, Granny Meng boiled out another half bucket of milky white nourishment.

"Cuckoo..."

Once again, it fell under the Yinming Dead Fruit Tree, and the fruit tree bloomed brilliantly, sometimes exuding a strong breath of life, and sometimes exuding a chilling breath of death.

In the end, more than a dozen fruits on the Yinmingshengsheng fruit tree burst one after another, fell to the muddy ground, and became nutrients absorbed by the fruit tree.

In the end, only two fruits were left, one was white and moist, carved like white jade, exuding a strong vitality and fragrance.

The other fruit was pitch black, with a hideous shape, like a ghost, exuding a dark dead air and stench.

Far more stinky than stinky tofu, durian and other foods!

"Is this considered mature?"

Mu Jinyu looked at the changes in the Yinming dead fruit tree, and saw that there were only two fruits left, which seemed to be mature, so she asked curiously.

"Well. It's mature."

Qingli looked at the fruit tree with anticipation in her eyes, and then said to Mu Jinyu, "Put away the Emperor's Book and hide aside first!"

"Oh."

Hearing this, Mu Jinyu vaguely guessed what Qingli was going to do, and quickly backed away!
Qingli waited for Mu Jinyu to retreat a certain distance, then stepped forward, as Mu Jinyu had guessed, and really went to pull up the tree.

She was very strong, just like Lu Zhishen pulling out a weeping willow, she pulled out this yin and death fruit tree!

"Boom boom boom!!"

"Crackling!!"

When the Yinming dead fruit tree was touched by Qingli and was about to be pulled up from the ground, black lightning flashed instantly, and ghost flames appeared, sweeping towards Qingli, wanting to stop her action!
But under Qingli's strength, these ghost clan restrictions can't stop her at all.

In the end, the Yinming Dead Fruit Tree was pulled out by her and stuffed into her domain world.

(End of this chapter)