The male sword fairy in the feminist world

Chapter 803 Desires
While he was thinking hard, Wen Lanzhi and others were in a huge crisis.

There is also a resin ball on Wen Jingming's body, but no matter how he hits the light yellow film in front of his eyes, there is no reaction at all.

As for Wen Jieyou, who had almost given up struggling, he was still full of resentment, talking about some old antiques of the Wen family who refused to give up a little bit of interest to allow this strange tree to exist.

He didn't know how the outside world was changing, and he was so concerned with his evil thoughts of being in charge of the Wen family that he couldn't extricate himself for a while.

Chu Qingren walked out of the resin ball tentatively with a ray of soul, and found that this method was feasible.

The tree spirit didn't say what method he needs to use to understand the source before, so Chu Qing's move is not overstepping the rules.

His primordial spirit floated to Wen Lanzhi's side, only to find that she had fallen into a deep sleep, curled up like a baby returning to the womb, seeing her appearance, Chu Qing felt helpless in his heart, so he had no choice but to call her loudly, "Wen Lanzhi wake up quickly, don't you want to save Wen Jingming?"

It's a pity that Wen Lanzhi didn't even have the slightest intention of waking up until Chu Qing's primordial spirit was about to dissipate.

The pale yellow resin balls were still floating in the air, and the number was the same as the stars in the sky, Chu Qing couldn't count them at all.

Yuanshen still wanted to return to the body of the deity, but a resin ball circled around him curiously, wrapping him in it excitedly.

Chu Qing trembled all over, then opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Unexpectedly, the most serious injury he suffered was not caused by fighting, but from his cleverness of separating the soul.

This resin ball can cover everything, even Yuanshen.

Chu Qing raised his eyes to look at his soul, only to find that he was meditating in the resin ball.

He was so surprised that his eyeballs almost fell out, he simply drove himself to move in the direction of Yuanshen.

When he came to the front, he saw that the appearance of the primordial spirit was approaching the entity, not as vain as before.

Seeing the unscrupulous eyes of Chu Qing's deity, Yuanshen seemed a little disdainful, "You have practiced for so many years, but it is not worth my momentary enlightenment."

Chu Qing frowned, Yuanshen then lightly pointed out a finger, and the resin ball was scattered by his finger in an instant, its momentum was like a flood bursting a bank, it was unstoppable.

The deity's surprised expression fell into Yuanshen's eyes, and a sneer appeared on Chu Qing's Yuanshen's face, and then he ran away, apparently wanting to enjoy the feeling of finally being free!

It was helpless for Chu Qing himself to go out and stop him at this time, after all, he was one step too late, so he could only watch helplessly as he fled inside the poisonous tree, and disappeared without a trace after a while.

His heart was a little blocked, but the search for the source was still going on in his heart, but at this moment, what Chu Qing was thinking about was no longer the illusory source, but the dream drunk like a flaming rose.

Her charming face appeared in front of her eyes, and in a daze, Chu Qing felt that she saw her!

In the next second, he saw "Dream Drunk" disappear silently like a bubble in front of his eyes, and Chu Qing felt a pain in his heart, although he already knew that this was just an illusion, but he was secretly sad in his heart.

When negative emotions surged into her heart, Chu Qing saw her palm and the pale yellow resin ball gradually assimilate, and seemed to have a feeling of sympathy for each other.

A somewhat absurd idea appeared in her mind, and Chu Qing couldn't wait to verify it.

The primordial spirit that disappeared strangely, and the dream drunk that fell in front of his eyes were all things that Chu Qing cared about the most. Now even he himself is almost assimilated by the forest of poisonous trees. A well-trained mind.

Immortal cultivators in the world are nothing but chasing desires. What about rapid promotion of cultivation, and the need to absorb the aura of people with innate poisonous bodies? Is the poisonous tree nourishing their own desires?
(End of this chapter)