Here Lies The Wicked

The next few days.

The city is peaceful.

Without the shadow, Mr. Fook returned and Fang restored the calm lifestyle of the past at 3: 00.

Home, Old Street, University City.

Every day, a few strands of ordinary soul energy are stabilized into the account.

But for those who are accustomed to big fish meat, several times overnight wealthy, this income is less than ant leg meat.

It's a pity to throw it away.

Fang is now holding his strength, just waiting for the mental weapons to come out and enter the spirit world of the dead to kill the Quartet.

And harvested a great deal of soul!

A bit of boring slow time in this calm, counting the days one day at a time, finally, a few days later...

The two groups of light in the orbit dimmed some clothes, holding the finally carved mental weapon, like a primary school student who had scored 100% of the math exam and was anxious to show off his math results to his parents, can't wait to find Fang Zheng, the hope of donating a treasure to Fang Zheng.

At this time, the clothes are like a math full score for elementary school students, eager for parents to praise, but also a little cumbersome, nervous look at Fang Zheng, afraid that he did not do better.

Fang took over the mental weapon. Instead of checking the mental weapon immediately, he looked at the two groups of light in the orbit and faded a lot of clothes. He gently touched the little guy's head with heartache and warmth.

His mental weapon would not have come out so quickly if it had been engraved day and night without clothes.

But there's also a huge price involved.

It's extremely distracting.

Even adults can't handle overtime for days and nights.

“It turns out that I am a master of high school, I am very satisfied, I have worked hard.” Timely praise and encouragement for the child can build up the child's self-confidence and healthy personality, looking at the clothes with all due respect for the words of praise.

Besides, he's right.

He is indeed very satisfied with mental weapons.

The spiritual weapon was carved entirely by reference to the shape of a ghost knife. Take it in your hand, besides a lot of light weight, under the art of clothing, it's just like a ghost knife.

“In the future, we will have to rename our clothes. We will rename them Fang Yu Yu, the master artisan of the future.” Fang Zhenghaha smiled, and the little guy was embarrassed. He fell into Fang Zheng's arms and buried his little head in Fang Zhenghao's chest. He was both embarrassed and happy.

Looking at the clothes that are embarrassing of the introverted personality, Fang is laughing again.

Next, preparations are under way for the reinforcement of mental weapons.

Still that hill.

Or the uninhabited house in that mountain.

In order to ensure that this time 100% dry decapitated woman, so as not to make any more leaks, Fang Zheng bites his teeth, and directly takes them out as these days progress God quickly cultivates, and then becomes a few human skin scripture scriptures left, smashing them against the mental weapons to strengthen them.

Strengthen +1, +2, +3, +4, +5!

New changes in psychic weapons!

Bright red lust drips like a bloody amber.

There is evil born in it.

Fang sees himself standing in the pristine forest surrounded by huge vegetation and venomous beasts of the rainforest...

An ancient tree in the heavens is different from the trees around it.

The soil grows in ancient heavenly trees and is the colour of blood.

In that blood, something powerful seems to be breeding...

Then one day, a group of people came, cut down the ancient wood, walked through the mountains involved in the water, and supplied an ancient empire king...

Later, under the sacrifice of many, ancient wood was made into a giant blood coffin.

It's just that the blood coffin hasn't been made yet. The ancient empire has been involved in a war. The blood coffin and a large number of bodies died in the war. Together, they fell into the river and drifted all the way... Through the harsh weather where the wind growled and lightning struck, eventually, the blood coffin and other bodies drifted into a mountain belly water hole, where countless bodies were stranded...

Blood Dragon Tree!!

Fang finally understood the source of the wood of the coffin where Silver Rose lay.

Blood dragon wood.

It is the royal wood of the ancient geranium kingdom and is only allowed for royal use.

It seems that this precious blood dragon tree was originally dedicated by Geranium to the ancient kingdom of the East.

It was just a massive war that swept the Eurasian continent, leaving this bloody dragon tree in no time to be used. As the war fell on the civilian population, it eventually fell on 72 ghost gates.

And then the tomb keeper got it.

This is the powerful thing about human skin scripture, its mysterious power of creation, which is capable of projecting "spirituality”.

It's like the grievance of a prisoner beheaded by a ghost knife, and it's going to reappear.

It's like the plant memory of a blood dragon tree, and it's also stimulated.

Plants have memories too!

Reinforcement is continuing.

Fortified to the extreme of the Ninth and finally consumed with a special symbol, the Dragonwood Coffin finally changed again.

Boom!

All of a sudden, the ghost knife box beside him was inspired by automatic protection, and the tremendous power of the red sun on the knife box was inspired.

A magnolia ink pipeline brightened red light in an attempt to suppress the carved wooden knife of the blood dragon wood.

Fang saw it!

It was a drop of blood that hit the primitive jungle from above.

Ultimately, one of the largest ancient trees in the root system survived the jungle slaughter, and a large number of ancient trees around it withered from underground nutrients by dragon trees.

But that drop of blood was too diluted by the earth.

So much so that the ancient trees of Jomtien sucked the blood soil and were not born extraordinary.

Just become the top dragon tree in the trees.

……

……

Leaching.

This day.

The weather was hot for a long time and it finally rained again.

This time it was as if the heavens were trying to hold out a big trick. The clouds pressed the city. It was a heavy rain. Today's rain is as big as the day Shen Wei sought medicine for Zhao Yunlan.

The neighborhood.

Fang looked at the rain coming out of the window, and he was struck.

“Coming! ”

Then he sat on the bed in the bedroom with a chimpanzee on his leg with a blood knife that looked like a glass jade and began to wait for that ancient grudge to drag him into the spiritual world of the dead.

This knife, it's a reinforced psychic weapon.

It flashes like solid iron.

Time passes, minute by second.

Storms continue outside the windows.

In the vagueness, the mind felt tranced, but soon returned to clarity.

I have already had experience with the correction, suddenly open my eyes!

Immunity!

He grabbed the knife on his leg and stood up.

Knock!

Unscrew the bedroom door handle and walk out of the bedroom.

One minute later, as he fevered up the dark, feminine hair of the kettle...

“Cough...”

“Cough, cough...”

A painful cough came from outside the burglar's door. The cough was painful and seemed to have severe lung disease.

One cannot help wondering if this person coughs up so much, will he cough up both his lobes?

It's the lung scholar!

Fang Zheng took a deep breath. He was carrying a mental weapon knife. There was hidden excitement in both eyes beating.

That's what his mind is trying to do.

At this point, more noise began to come from outside the corridor.

“It's useless to be a scholar...”

“So hungry, so hungry...”

The door, started being pushed from the outside...