Zhao Yuan suddenly bounced up as if he was stabbed by a needle, holding a black-hearted divine wood in one hand and a small ink-colored sword in the other hand. He watched around with a pair of vigilant eyes. In a "quiet" state, he also searched several kilometers in a radius. Except for finding a few larger animals such as rabbits and pheasants, there was not even a wild boar.

"The monk is in your hands." The voice sounded again.

"In my hands...the black hearted divine wood?"

"No, it's the sword in your hand."

"You are...you are...by the way, you are the monk Tianxin. I remember your voice. Why are you following me?" Zhao Yuan felt a trace of spiritual energy fluctuating in the ink-colored sword and said sternly.

"Master Zhao, the monk was forced by the Fairy Caixia's Soul-breaking Divine Sword, and the monk was in no way. For a moment, he could not find a good place and could only live in your short sword."

"Why didn't you show up a few days ago?" Zhao Yuan asked.

"The monk is not a scattered immortal, and he can't come out just by thinking it out. Besides, you and Fairy Caixia are inseparable. If the monk had come out at that time, he would have been scattered by Fairy Caixia's sword. He could have lived to this day. Even the ant is greedy for life, let alone the monk."

"Then why did you come out today?"

"It's not something you've killed."

"I'm hurt?" Zhao Yuan looked stunned.

"You kill some strange things every day. Although you can replenish some spiritual energy for the monk, the dagger is soaked in dirty blood all day long. The monk is really unbearable and has to come out to protest."

"Ahem...I just killed some monsters."

"Monster... Oh my God... No wonder, no wonder... the spiritual energy is the best supplement, it's that smell. The monk really can't stand it... Hey, by the way, why did those monsters get into your killing star?"

"They used the black-hearted divine wood to sneak attack Fairy Caixia."

"Wouldn't Fairy Caixia be injured?" asked Monk Tianxin.

"Yes, but it's already done."

"It won't be good. The black-hearted divine wood is an ancient divine wood that specializes in the spiritual energy of cultivators. The cultivators who are injured by them will gradually age."

"Is there a way to recover?" The lonely expression of Fairy Caixia suddenly appeared in Zhao Yuan's mind.

"have."

"Tell me quickly." Zhao Yuan was overjoyed.

"The monk won't tell you."

"you……"

"This is the only capital of the monk now. If you tell you, if you don't care about the monk, wouldn't it be bad?" said the old monk Tianxin.

"You don't say it, right? OK, I will ask myself, but I don't believe it. In the world, only you, Monk Tianxin, knows this secret..."

"What are you doing? Why are you digging a hole?"

"Buried you." Zhao Yuan kept digging holes on the ground with a small ink-colored sword.

"This is a flying sword of high quality, are you willing to bury it?" the monk smiled indifferently.

"Haha, monk, I have the black-hearted divine wood in my hand. It doesn't matter whether this ink-colored small sword is. Since you don't say it, I'll send it to you and let you be buried in this wilderness all your life. Of course, if you are lucky, if you meet a woodcutter, this sword may turn into a sword that chops wood." Zhao Yuan said with a grim smile.

"You can't treat me like this..." Monk Tianxin was really a little panicked now.

"Why can't I treat you like this? At the beginning, you asked Fairy Caixia to kill me, and even said that I was seriously ill. Do you think I had amnesia?" Zhao Yuan sneered.

"Okay OK, the monk tells you that's it."

"explain!"

"Just find the Red Heart Divine Tree."

"That's so simple?" Zhao Yuan was stunned.

"Simple? Boy, the red heart sacred wood is rarer than the black heart sacred wood. In the Great Qin Empire, as long as you spend some thoughts, you can still find some black heart sacred wood, and the red heart sacred wood, don't count on it."

"What should I do?"

"Previous."

"It's the prehistoric world again?"

Zhao Yuan was already big, and he seemed to remember that Wan Ling'er's mother needed to find an animal called Lu Shu in the prehistoric world for giving birth to a child. The black-hearted sacred wood in her hand was also produced in the prehistoric world. Now, the red-hearted sacred wood that has restored her appearance is also produced in the prehistoric world. Fairy Caixia once said that she was going to the prehistoric world for the tribulation, as if everything would have a close relationship with the prehistoric world.

"Of course, only the prehistoric area will have such magical things. Perhaps, there will be...hey... why are you digging a pit?"

"Buried you."

"The monk tells you the Red Heart Shenmu."

"But, I didn't say I'll bury you if I told me." Zhao Yuan tried hard to dig a hole. He didn't want to run away with a monk who was hostile to him all day long, as that would leave him without any privacy.

"Boy, has the monk told you how to use the Red Heart Shenmu?"

"..." Zhao Yuan's hand stopped.

"Boy, bring the monk with you. As long as you find the Red Heart Shenmu, the monk will help you."

"I can ask someone else." Zhao Yuan thought about it, then dug his head and dug the pit, put the ink-colored sword into the pit, and began to cover the soil.

"Hey, brother, that's a secret recipe for Buddhism. Although the world is not unique to me, you must spend some effort. Keeping a monk is much better than finding a secret recipe all over the world. Just let go of this wisp of the monk's soul." Seeing that Zhao Yuan was so determined to bury him, Monk Tianxin suddenly became anxious and begged for mercy.

"Fairy Caixia said you are a Taoist monk." Zhao Yuan said sarcastically as he listened to the begging voice.

"Brother, I am afraid that you will not succeed in your life. A monk is also a human being, and a monk is also afraid of death, okay?"

"Well, let you go for the time being. Be honest and come out if you want to come out. If you don't let you come out, stay in the ink-colored little sword honestly, otherwise!" Zhao Yuan snorted coldly and took out the ink-colored little sword from the pit.

"Don't worry, the monk will never ruin your big business. Now the monk and the donor are grasshoppers on the same rope. Hello, I will be fine. Besides, the monk needs the donor to spend some spiritual energy and survive this little soul."

"I don't have spiritual energy."

"It doesn't matter if you don't. Just kill a few more people with spiritual energy." Monk Tianxin said hurriedly.

"...Are you the respected monk Tianxin?" Zhao Yuan suddenly felt a little suspicious.

"This... cough cough... the monk was not afraid of death before, but after his body was broken by Fairy Caixia, he suddenly became afraid of death. In short, it would be better to live than to die. The little donor had to put more effort into it." Monk Tianxin coughed a few times, obviously very embarrassed.

"You've been like this for a long time?"

"No, the monk has to continue practicing and will eventually become a scattered immortal. At that time, he will be able to appear in a human form. However, this process may require the cooperation of the little donor... Otherwise... the monk will eventually lose his soul..."

“How to cooperate?”

"Just kill more spiritual cultivators. The moment they die, the spiritual energy will dissipate, and the monk can take the opportunity to absorb it. However, you don't want those monsters, and the monk can't stand the smell."

"Well, call me brother!" Zhao Yuan felt a hint of prank.

"Ahem..."

"From the future, I will have fun and drink spicy food." Zhao Yuan laughed.

"Okay, the monk is just hanging with the eldest brother, brother!"

PS: I hope my brothers’ red tickets will be more intense, thank you!

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