Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 1243 Bodhi Seed VS Zixie
This world-shattering battle was so dark that it spread to hundreds of millions of miles in the Eastern Desolation. It made the mysterious masters in this area change their expressions, and they dared not approach Death Valley any more. In every corner of this land, in just a few months, it has reached the point where everyone knows everyone.

Of course, the final outcome is something to be thankful and happy about.

Raid from all directions, the peak of the sun led the crowd to suppress the demon army, the Beiming family, the Fengdu ghosts were wiped out, and those monsters who were always in a state of fear disappeared completely from everyone's sight, no need to worry about not knowing When will they fall into the footsteps of the Holy Soul Hall, how can they not breathe a sigh of relief?

This battle is indeed a lingering fear, but among them, the ones that the world is most eager to pass on are Lou Junyan, the king of breaking the gods, the supreme divine power that is proud of the sky, overwhelming thousands of monsters, and Ling Wushuang's control of the divine bow. , the peerless demeanor of destroying the demon army with one arrow and ten thousand arrows.

One pass ten ten pass one hundred, amazing.

And the two people who ignited heated discussions in the entire continent were rarely at leisure at this time. After the war, the Gods and Demons Continent suddenly calmed down. Ling Wushuang was directly brought back to the Peak of the Sun by Lou Junyan, and was strictly guarded. Honestly wait and recuperate.

In the great forest of fallen stars, thousands of beasts gallop.

The undulating dark green color is blown by the breeze, like waves wandering, the waves are undulating, the vast and dense forest traverses the land of Zhongzhou, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles, the land of Zhongling and Dingxiu makes people feel refreshed and happy.

In the center, there are row upon row of majestic palaces formed by spiraling ancient vines, which look ancient and sacred under the silvery light of Lei Zhongchi.

The light and shadow projected from the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light spots on the green grass, the surrounding colorful wild flowers release a pleasant atmosphere, the sound of the clear springs is like the music of rain beating plantains, pleasant and moving, the surrounding is very simple The unique appearance of some attic pavilions is similar to the structure of the majestic Thunder Punishment Forest. They are all made of natural giant vines and ancient wood.

It has to be said that this is an excellent place to recuperate.

"When will I wake up?" The woman in white has a slender and well-proportioned figure, and her ingeniously delicate face is leaning coldly. She rests her hand on her chin and fiddles with the unknown objects on the stone table with her downcast eyes.

This person was Ling Wushuang who was under strict surveillance and ordered to recuperate in place.

"Poor little thing." She clicked her tongue twice, turned over something on the stone table in front of her, and said to herself, and then sighed very boringly, feeling that she was about to go moldy all over, but, more than her, The worst thing was the thing in her hand.

The size of a goose egg, silver-gray irregular oval shape, full of pits, abstractly speaking, it looks like a large Buddhist relic, and if you describe it more vividly, it is completely a moldy rotten potato, without any trace of the original ancient spirit. Strange.

That's right, this thing is the bodhizi who rescued Ling Wushuang from the crisis.

It's just that its current state is really horrible. It can be said that hundreds of millions of years of cultivation have been destroyed. It has been completely reduced to a fruit without wisdom, which has nothing to do with ordinary treasures of heaven and earth. different.

A look of disappointment flashed in Ling Wu's eyes, and he checked the 'rotten potatoes' in his hand over and over again, while still talking to himself, "Is there any way?" After biting his lower lip lightly, he murmured, "Ask Ask Uncle Xing and Aunt Rong, maybe they know."

She threw the little guy on the table irritably, and then seemed to realize that she seemed to be using too much force, so she quickly picked it up and patted it, "Does it hurt? Tsk, you probably can't feel it."

It's really unlucky for this to fall into Ling Wu's hands, even if Bodhizi is fine, he can be tossed into something wrong.

"Mother!"

A small head popped out from Ling Wushuang's side, and the beautiful purple hair brushed past Ling Wushuang's eyes, the intoxicating color, the pure illusion of natural crystal, and the elegant and enchanting wisteria. When it is fully grown, it is already intoxicating like a starry sky, "Mother, what are you doing?"

The little guy smiled charmingly, and moved close to Ling Wushuang.

Ling Wushuang stretched out a finger, poked Zixie's head away with a smile, "Research on a very profound question."

"It's this again." Zi Xie jumped onto the stone table with both hands, reached out to grab the 'rotten potato' in front of Ling Wushuang, frowned, and said, "I didn't find anything wrong, isn't it just a rotten fruit? What?" After speaking, he tilted his head, seemed a little unbelieving, and blinked suspiciously, "Bodhi?"

He really couldn't believe it, it was this thing that saved his mother's life.

At this time, the moment Zixie finished his sentence, the thing he was holding in his hand trembled, and the surface released flickering colors, which made Zixie's eyes widen in shock, as if As if seeing something novel, "It's moving, mother, it just moved."

Zi Xie looked at Ling Wushuang very excitedly, and raised a bodhi seed to her.

"It doesn't look like there is no consciousness at all, it just needs to be stimulated." Ling Wushuang naturally also noticed the subtle changes in Bodhizi, guessing that this little thing was irritated by Zixie's "rotten fruit".

Ling Wushuang then laughed again, "Could it be that birds of a feather flock together?"

But this bodhizi seems to be more glass-hearted than Xiaojiu, and it looks like this, and people are not allowed to speak ill of it. There was no response to anything before, and Zixie just said something bad, and immediately came to protest.

"Mother, I know!" Zi Xie's eyes brightened.

Ling Wushuang took the bodhi seed from Zixie's hands, "What do you know?"

The tip of Zixie's crimson tongue lightly licked the corner of his mouth, and a mysterious smile appeared on his delicate and charming face. He looked like he turned everyone upside down at a young age. He stared at Ling Wushuang and said confidently, "I have a way to save this guy."

Zixie bared her teeth, delighted at the idea she came up with.

"What way?" Ling Wushuang was also very curious, seeing Zixie's mysterious appearance, he couldn't help laughing, but his intuition told her that it should be unreliable.

Zixie propped up his hands, and sat down next to Ling Wushuang very gracefully, then turned his backhand, took out a wooden basin the size of a sunflower plate from behind, and pointed into it with a smile, "Mother, look How about this, it's enough to put this guy in."

While speaking, he stretched out his hand to dig the mud inside.

"Do you want to plant it?" Ling Wushuang quickly understood what Zixie meant, glanced at the bodhi seed in the shape of a rotten potato in his hand, and then looked at the hole that Zixie dug out in the center of the wooden basin.

"Mother, think about it." Zi Xie smiled very confidently, patted his chest and said, "This guy is more accurate, it is the creatures of the plants, and there is no better place for them to rest than the soil." What about it? Maybe it can blossom and bear fruit, and grow into a bodhi tree that has matured."

(End of this chapter)