Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 67: Zhuge Wuhou, Thousand Years of Past Events

The thorns of the vines pierced into the flesh and blood, greedily sucking the poison from it. When the poison dissipated, the blooming flowers on the vines also withered.

After removing the toxins, the next step is to reconstruct the flesh and blood.

Yan Huan stared at the strange plant with the white bones attached, seeming not to feel any pain. When a green feather fell, only the icy coolness remained on the wound.

"The performance of this healing technique doesn't seem to be as powerful as what we saw just now." Yan Huan said puzzledly.

"Of course. What are you thinking? The black wooden box I built is equivalent to the inner world of the warlock. The rules of operation in it are centered on me. If there is such a great power outside, I should have stepped on the moon long ago."

Hearing this, Yan Huan did not show much disappointment. He asked instead, "Can we drag the person in to fight?"

"Hehehe, you're on to something." Bifang's voice came from a trumpet-shaped pink flower, "You're really teachable! If the opponent's strength is not far beyond yours, you can always pull him into the black wooden box."

"Then use 'Dead Tree Resurrection' to kill him." Yan Huan laughed. With full health, the opponent's blue bar is emptied. The advantage is definitely mine.

It's not just a consumption. If you know some intelligence about the enemy, you can construct a corresponding demonic space in it. At that time, it will be a double destruction of the body and mind, and a double test of a person's "life" cultivation.

If one of the "lives" is at a disadvantage, the outcome will be decided in a moment.

Wood is a mild element, and apart from healing, it seems to be able to go in the wrong direction. This, combined with Zhengyang's [Subduing Evil] and Suisui's [Boarding], ultimately develops into the means of a heretic giant.

"It's simply so terrifying, hahahahaha... Bah, this is a very good way to protect the Tao."

The flowers have withered, the vines have retreated, and the tender grass that has poked its head out from under the sycamore trees has become greener and brighter.

Yan Huan stared at the slowly growing flesh and blood, seeming to be thinking about something.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and a new and bold idea came into his mind.

Yan Huan rubbed Sui Sui's spirit with one hand, and relied on the wood spirit Bifang's construction magic with the other hand to create meat containing the characteristics of Black Tai Sui, and then buried it in the torn wound.

The tentacles moved between the flesh and blood textures, connecting the broken blood vessels, and the purple-green surface began to transition to Yan Huan's skin color.

The invasion of foreign objects soon caused Yan Huan's body to feel an indescribable sense of rejection. Gradually, as the flesh and blood of both sides merged, that strange feeling disappeared.

Yan Huan's broken body was completely restored to its original state.

"Don't use my powers to do weird things."

"This is not surprising at all." Yan Huan explained.

The intelligence and information gap can instantly affect the outcome of a battle. Where in the world are there so many good people who would wait for the wizard to complete the elf enhancement before starting a fight?
Being able to interrupt the transformation spell of the righteous in time, this is what makes a qualified villain.

To this end, Yan Huan must be prepared to deal with these emergencies.

For example, the Tang Clan, in addition to being skilled in the use of poison, also has many assassination techniques that can kill with one strike. If one is caught off guard and killed instantly, not even the Wood Spirit will be able to pull them back from the brink of death.

The means of superposition of Sui Sui and Bi Fang can be used to partially transform the body, and in the state of non-elf leaning over, the layout of the internal organs and major acupuncture points of the body can also be changed, so that the situation is very different.

"Damn it, with Jin Jing Qing Ming following you, are you still afraid of the instant kill technique?"

"If I can't kill him with one strike, I can easily resist the rest."

"It's better to be safe than sorry." Yan said with a smile.

Who knows where the end of this world of extraordinary people is? Apart from the "one outstanding person and two heroes", there are inevitably some guys hiding in the dark who have extraordinary skills but don't like to show off. The foreign forces are unknown, and it is possible that there are talented and evil people. Therefore, it is never too careful when traveling in this world.

Guan Shihua, the Deng brothers, Xiao Zizai, Lü Ci and Lü Liang... The goodness and evilness of these people's hearts and their strengths can be roughly guessed before they meet and know each other. It is not difficult to get along with these people with clear personalities. The difficult ones are those who know nothing.

Strong winds and huge waves certainly make people afraid to stay away from them, but what can often cause people to drown are the unknown turbulent undercurrents in the sea when the wind is calm.

"what--"

The old bluebird who had escaped from Yan Huan turned his face away and showed an extremely disgusted expression.

It flew to the side of the golden spirit and grabbed the stone bench with its sharp claws.

“Isn’t he being a little too cautious?”

"Good news. Even a great wizard who has gathered the essence of the five elements has suffered at the hands of others, hasn't he?"

The wood spirit frowned, as if he had just experienced a great war. He had been in a deep sleep for a hundred years and could not remember some things clearly.

"Zhuge Wuhou." Jin Jing said lightly.

"Kong Ming? That was more than 1,800 years ago. Even if he succeeded in lighting the Seven-Star Life-Extending Lamp, it would only extend his lifespan by one century, a mere twelve years. How could he still be alive today?"

"Also, I don't understand. I learned from Yan that there is no such thing as the 'Eight Wonders' in this world. They are a bunch of ancient methods that fools cannot understand. What is there to brag about? Some natural methods are becoming more and more sophisticated. I have never heard of airplanes, cannons, Dongfeng missiles, rockets, etc. These skills are developing rapidly, but the more I learn, the worse my skills are."

"There have been countless techniques over the past thousands of years, but no one has thought about improving them. This shouldn't be the case, this shouldn't be the case!"

"A bunch of youngsters are chasing after a bunch of old guys with their methods. The cultivators are losing all their face!"

The wood spirit Bifang raised its wings to cover its grinning old face.

People's pursuit of magic seems to have always been about exploring the past, which is really a bit puzzling to the "elves".

Jin Jingqingming took a sip of the golden tea and said, "Human nature is like this, greedy, cunning, selfish and self-centered. But it is also worthy of understanding. After all, who would be willing to make the magic they have worked hard to research public?"

Bifang, who had always disliked gold essence, had a surprisingly consistent view on this issue.

The inheritance of aristocratic families is a rare treasure, but in the process of survival, which family can guarantee that there will be talented people from generation to generation? If one or two generations are fools, the third generation will be difficult.

What's more, in this inheritance, there are techniques like "Dan Shi" which have the risk of comprehension.

"Speaking of inheritance, how are the descendants of Zhuge Wuhou doing now?"

Bifang seemed to recall something, "The flame fueled by the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit, has been passed down?"

Jin Jing said calmly, "I don't know, I don't care."

Don't you care about such a big thing?

"I know there is something that Yan will definitely be interested in. The White Tiger and Taiyin of the Eight Deceitful Gods were in the hands of Zhuge Kongming at the time. I don't believe that these things didn't come with us."

Qingming frowned slightly, "What? You want Xiao Huan to cause trouble in the ancestral temple, and then steal the things that have been passed down from generation to generation in other families?"

"What do you mean by something passed down from generation to generation? We elves are willing to follow whomever we want, and that depends on who we want to follow. I think Yan is capable of teaching him a lesson, as he is an expert at killing and robbing people."

boom!
Qingming flicked his finger and five golden needles flew out, instantly piercing Bifang's body.

"You used to love to show off your poetry and songs. You were a little pedantic, but you were much cuter than you are now."

(End of this chapter)