Banished to Another World

Strictly, at this time, he couldn’t attend the original battle. He looked at the darkness and tried to calm down and said: "I know the name of this tree. It is very important to my children."

"Do you know?" Old Sama seemed surprised.

"Returning to the tree seedlings, right?" Tightly clenched his fists.

Returning to the soul tree, his original world is also recorded. It is said that its shape is like a maple tree. It is taken back to the heart of the tree or the root of the tree. The soup is made of jade, and the soup is smeared to a thick lacquer.搓揉成丸, smoked with fire, its fragrance can resurrect the dead.

Old Sama is in silence.

At the time of the original war, he was already awake. After seeing the strictness and no danger, he climbed onto the stone platform and lay down on the tight legs. His head was just flush with the small saplings, and he closed his eyes and run the primary training method. The breathing rules of the primary training method do not pay attention to posture during operation, and they are able to operate in the body in any position.

The original war was in a hurry to restore his strength. Now, he can not only protect his priest, but also become a drag on him.

Breathing, a touch of good smell of vegetation and aroma into the nose, this grassy fragrance makes his body feel a lot more comfortable in an instant, he even felt that his recovery speed is accelerating, which made him unable to send his head to the fragrance The direction has moved a bit.

"I didn't expect humans to recognize us." Old Sama seems to be thinking about something.

Severely shocked, is the Maple family all returning to the soul tree? If this is the case, if the record of the returning soul tree in his original world is true, if the news leaks out, how long can the maple family still exist?

Old Samar seems to see what he is thinking about, and it faintly said: "The only thing that can be called the returning soul tree is the Samar of the Maple."

Strictly, this has only been to think of the bad guys almost immediately to understand what Old Sama is worried about, although the original battle here, but also broke through to the fifth level, but he did not dare to underestimate the old man who lived for many years. Samar, even if he can attack the Feng family by virtue of the sorcerer's fruit in the belly, but it must be a fateful outcome. He does not want to do this when necessary. Moreover, the fruit of the witchcraft is likely to hide his son Dudu. The soul of the soul, which makes him even more afraid to use the fruit of the witchcraft.

"I am not malicious to you." When he said this sentence strictly, his face was not red-hearted. He did not maliciously, but he wanted to do some transactions with Old Samar.

"My knowledge comes from the dream of the ancestors, old Samar, I haven't told you my name yet, my name is Yan Mo, now the priest of the Jiuyuan tribe. The one lying next to me is exactly our nine. The leader of the original tribe."

"Zu Shen! You..." Old Sama made a similar humming voice in surprise.

"We came here not for aggression and attack, but for saving people. Do you know the original tribes living in this land? They were united by powerful tribes such as the Yi and the Japanese, because of the witchcraft. The fruit grows in their tribal territory."

"Then you are for the sake of witchcraft?" Old Samar's voice seemed to bring some disappointment.

"No," shook his head sharply. "When we went to save people, we didn't know the fruit of the witchcraft. The tribes of the original tribe did not know that such a great thing was growing in their own territory. We went to save people because In the original battle, our ninth leader was originally a warrior of the original tribe."

The original eyelids moved and he could feel someone watching him. But other feelings are very vague. At this time, he is like a half-awake. He knows that the outside is silently talking to people, but he can't hear what they are saying. He wants to listen carefully, but the vague consciousness refuses to support him.

Is that aroma? The original battle struggled deep in consciousness. He was consciously trying to get away from the fragrance, but his physical instinct made him reluctant to leave the fragrance.

Strictly seeing the original battle to sleep comfortably, regaining his gaze and continuing: "I got the fruit of the witchcraft is also a coincidence. You mentioned the human face and the Peng family, then do you know the mountain **** face bird nine winds living on the Tianshang Mountain? ?"

"I know it, there is a person who loves Peng Peng blood and likes to raise his own child. Is that little guy grown up? When I first saw it, it was still an egg." Old Sama brought a little laugh meaning.

"It just ended a hibernation." When it comes to the nine winds, Yan Yan's face also brings out a natural and gentle smile. "Now it is big, the ability is comparable to the ability of the fifth and sixth level fighters, like to bully large animals. But it’s still a child’s character, and it’s very naughty.”

"Sounds that you are familiar with him?" Old Sama's voice returned to the previous harmony. It has lived for too many years and has seen too many intelligent creatures, even the most embarrassing Tianhu people are as transparent in front of it. The opposite boy said to his parents that his child's tone made it smile, and let it give birth to a good impression on the boy from the bottom of his heart.

"Yeah." Yan Mo very helplessly said: "In its eyes, I am probably the family."

"Oh." Old Sama laughed. If it was said that it was only plain and faint before, it was because of the fact that there was a witchcraft in the other body, and he hoped that he could raise the son of life correctly and he would be happy with him. Now it is Really have a good impression on this young man who is not old.

"My fruit of witchcraft is the gift that Jiufeng gave me. It saw that the fruit of the witchcraft suddenly emerged from the ground and blossomed in the time when the sun disappeared. It was thought to be a good thing. It was taken from the hands of the humans who robbed the fruits of the witchcraft. The little guy, if he had any good things or had never seen it, he liked to give me a treasure." Severely did not notice how much his eyes are now. soft.

"After the things you know, the chieftain of the original tribe decided to give up the original territory after careful consideration, and follow us back to Jiuyuan. I pointed out in the dream of the ancestors and got two roads to Jiuyuan. One needs to be horizontal. Wearing the Black Forest, one is what we are going now, and we are going from the outskirts of the Black Forest. But when we got here, we met you."

"This is God's guide." A thick rhizome with a knot like a dragon sticks out of the darkness, entangled in the pool and twists and turns into a tree-like image that was seen before the silence, but the head of the tree man The color of the crown is not so green, the light here is not very good, it looks a bit like purple black.

"Old Samar." Yan right put his hand on his heart and bowed to the old Sama.

Old Sama stretched out a branch similar to the scepter. He said, "Children, since you already know that this is the seedling of the soul tree, and the future Sama of my family, what are you going to do?"

The detailed introduction of the guide will probably tell him how to do it, but the +300 scum value also makes him unable to make a decision. And is the guide so irritating? Since it has already asked him to reduce the value of 100 million people in order to get Dudu back to him, how could he resurrect him when he lost less than 50,000 points?

He didn't think that the guide would make him so big.

Even, he felt that the fruit of this witchcraft appeared like a carrot in front of the scorpion, which was aimed at improving his subjective initiative and tempting him to work harder to reduce the scum.

Give hope first, when he feels that he can't finish the goal and almost give up on himself, then throw out the actual temptation. A little bit, a little bit, the whip and the honey are used together, forcing him to let him "reinforce" to "reform" .

Perhaps raising the son of life is one of the necessary processes for him to return to Dudu?

Suddenly, I suddenly thought that if he escaped from the original tribe early, did he miss the fruit of the witchcraft?

If he did not promise to save the people together, would it be that the fruit of the witchcraft fell to the priests of other ethnic groups?

Similarly, if he does not have the "good heart" to return to Jiuyuan with the original people, he will not go to the edge of the Black Forest, nor will he enter the Black Forest to see Old Samar.

If you don't see the old Samar, he might be tempted by the sorcerer's fruit to make mistakes, and he always thought that the illusion of the auditory hallucination would be killed by his wrong parenting method...!

Thought of this, a cold sweat.

The guide is too damn! If he does not "do good deeds", is it that he will take a long time to see Dudu? After the value of 100 million people is reduced, the guide can say: Your son is in the **** tribe, and now he is dying.

And if he wants his son, he must first fight with the powerful tribe who got the fruit of the witchcraft. After regaining the fruit of the witchcraft, he still has to think about purifying the fruit of the witchcraft, and then looking for wisdom creatures that know how to purify, and then... ...do not know how long it will take him to transform the fruit of witchcraft into the son of life.

The most terrible and most unacceptable to him is that the guide tells him: Your son used to be by your side, but you killed him by hand, now you want him to come back, only kill the current witchcraft fruit, wait The fruit of the new witchcraft was born.

Strictly twitching, he feels that the guide can really do this.

"Child?" Old Sama was not reacted for a long time, thinking that he was doing a fierce ideological struggle.

Strictly raise your head. "Do you have a way to resurrect my child? If you can do it, I will swear to the ancestors, as long as my blood continues, I will always be the best friend of the Maple, and my blood will be To protect the Feng family, I personally agree to your three conditions. As long as I can do it, as long as I don’t violate the ancestral god, what conditions can be used."

This is definitely the biggest promise made in the two lifetimes.

Old Sama can't help but move, it can feel that the opposite human juvenile is serious.

"We do have a way to bring the dead back to life." Old Sama acknowledged this. "But we can only resurrect the dead, up to three days, just after the death, and the body of the deceased needs to be as complete and fresh as possible. Also when resurrected The dead will die again, then there will never be a possibility of resurrection."

Strictly guessed, how can the guide make it easy for him to achieve his goal? Although he has already guessed it, he can't help but be disappointed and lost.

"You don't have to be so sad." Old Sama felt a deep sadness and couldn't help but comfort him. "The situation of your child is different from that of others. Since the ancestors let his soul hide in the fruit of witchcraft, maybe raise it. The Son of Life is your mission. On the day when the fruit of the witchcraft is incarnate, your child will be back."

Strictly reinvigorating the spirit, yes, hope is around, and this situation is now the best.

"But now there is a problem. There are probably two consciousnesses in the fruit of witchcraft, and one of them is likely to hurt my child." Strictly look at the old Sama with a eager eye. "Is there anything?" The way to get rid of that evil consciousness, leaving only my child? That consciousness is hiding when it is close to Little Samar, are you right?"

Old Sama does have a way, "Would you like to suffer for your child?"

"I am willing!" Yan Mo did not hesitate.

Old Sama is hesitating. "It will be very painful, and I don't know if it will succeed. You may lose your soul in endless pain."

Oh, it’s okay, he’s been abused by the guide to become a masochistic mad now, and the pain may be more conducive to his health. Strictly laughing, "I am willing to try. Tell me, old Samar, what do you want me to do?"

"I need to plant one of my branches into your body."