Chapter 307: Tree Demon (1)

The same month night.
A dog, A-nake began the first battle of the battle of the stars, Chutian is entangled with the anti-sky sword in the gods.
As the old saying goes, sometimes the mouse is quite crowded.
According to the mysterious mystery of the mouse, when the dog and the bird are in the range of the 堕星洋, the mouse should be inductive.
In fact, the mouse is not at all distracted by his attention at this time.
Following the trunk of the old Jingui, the ability of the white jade shaft to absorb the spirit of the heavens and the earth is more than a trillion times of the roots of the old Jingui body. Although Chutian is afraid of alarming the local forces of the windless canyon, it has already slowed down the white jade. The shaft absorbs the velocity of the pith.
After all, the white jade shaft is the energy axis of the Supreme Heavenly Palace Seventh Heaven Palace. In just a few days, the white jade shaft is the essence of the veins. The part that is allocated to the old Jingui is comparable to the old Jingui in the past. The sum of the heavens and the earth that has been absorbed for thousands of years.
I got this huge and unusual heaven and earth to nourish, and the roots of the old Jingui originally distributed thousands of miles round like wildfires.
Thousands and five hundred miles, three thousand miles, six or seven thousand miles, miles away!
In just a few days, the roots of Laojinui have expanded to cover a tens of thousands of miles and horror to the ground for 30,000 miles.
In addition to the part of the heaven and earth that is distributed to the white jade shaft after it is extracted every day, the old Jingui's own huge roots are still collecting the essence of the veins and sending them to the huge trunks.
It is also a few days of hard work, the trunk of the old Jingui has expanded to a thousand feet, and the height has been raised to a high level.
If it is not the guardian mountain array of the Jade Cliff, which obscures the sight of the outsiders, the huge changes in the trunk of the old Jingui will be discovered.
In the depth of three thousand miles underground, the mouse squats with a faint silver light, like a silver shadow quickly shuttled through the ground. He ran wildly along the roots of a large and unusual old golden laurel tree, and his small nose twitched quickly.
"Not far away, hey, not far away! Where to escape?" Two very fine silver light was sprayed from the scorpion's scorpion. The fine silver light spewed out dozens of miles away, and the silver light swelled at the top two To the size of a hundred acres, it is like the two groups of windmills spinning rapidly, the silver sand shines in a solid earth and sand, as transparent as glass.
The mouse ran wildly in the underground. There were several large-scale Lingjing veins in the place where it passed, but the Lingjing, which is close to the body of the Rat’s body, disappeared without a trace, and was completely instincted by the Rat. A huge storage space in the body.
Suddenly, the rat screamed, his body swayed, his long pointed tail shook, slammed forward, and a very fine silver light swept, hitting the old golden laurel tree. The end of the root.
A touch of faint, fist-sized shadow was hit by silver light. The silver light blasted and turned into a group of silver fog that would cover the shadows.
In the subtle shocks, the silver fog condenses a very fine chain, and the three shadows and five divisions will wrap the shadows of the group and the scorpions. The mouse slammed into the shadow of the group and smiled awkwardly toward it.
"Run, run to the mouse, continue to run! Oh, fortunately, the mouse is so savvy, I always feel that your big wooden pile is a bit weird. Oh, it doesn't matter, let the mouse master catch your fox tail!"
Flying around the shadow for a few laps, the mouse looked at the shadow of the group '啧啧' and exclaimed: "It's really... fun! I couldn't get through the thunder, I couldn't be a tree demon, the body is smart." Completely destroyed by the heavens, you can still give birth to... the monster!"
"Tree Devil? It's a rare species, it's rare to see it!" The sharp-pointed tail of the Rat poked the shadow of the group, and the two stood up. The two front paws hugged on the chest and said: "甭Installed, in front of the mouse, it is useless to have a grandson."
A hoarse cough sounded, and a small shadow squirmed into a tiny golden laurel seedling of thumb size, which was suspended in front of the mouse. On the thick trunk of the matchstick, an old face emerges quietly, albeit tiny, but the details are vivid and visible.
The face of the old and the extreme, the expression of the eyebrows of the eyebrows is exceptionally weird, revealing an extremely distorted embarrassment and resentment.
"We have no enmity!" The old face of the trunk squirmed, and the voice whispered in a very hoarse voice: "You have taken up my body, trampled on me day and night, I am afraid of you, nothing! You What are you chasing me? Why are you kidding me? Why bother?"
The grievances, the infinite grievances, and the endless negative spirits fluctuated into countless black osmanthus, whistling in the rapid rotation of the little Jingui saplings, making a very harsh sound.
This sound is unusual, like a hook. If ordinary people hear the sound of these black osmanthus flying quickly, perhaps the soul will be hooked out.
The mouse is swaying from the corner of the mouth, revealing four bright big front teeth, eagerly watching this little golden laurel seedling: "Hey? Start mad? Hey, blame, but you are yelling at the mouse." What are you doing? Can you blame us if you fall to this point?"
The old face grinned and screamed and screamed: "I have no contention with the world. I have never hurt my life. I have never fought with people. Why do you want to kill the thunder and destroy my spirit?"
The little golden laurel seedlings trembled fiercely, and the old face on the trunk opened his mouth wide, and there was a drop of black mucus ejected from the corner of his mouth.
The mouse looked at the little sapling with his head in his head. After a long time, he said quietly: "Yeah, why are you being thundered? You are so bad!"
The words of the mouse are scornful and full of provocations. The old faces on the golden saplings are so distorted that even the bark on the small trunks has cracked several cracks.
"I am unlucky?" The old face screamed exhaustedly.
"It's hard to say, you have to say that you are very good? You are thundering, you are not bad luck, who is unlucky!" The mouse smirked, smiled, tilted his tail, and slammed toward the little old face. Chaos: "However, less gossip, in these few days, you sneak a peek at the buddy, what's wrong? Bold fat, want to win? But... you are a monster, you can't win people Do you know what you are?"
The old face suddenly became stiff. He suddenly looked at the mouse, and suddenly he screamed hysterically: "Impossible, impossible! Why can't you give it? I know, yes, it's ok, I won't make a mistake, As long as I have swallowed up his soul, I can do it!"
A roll of the mouse's tail, smashed on the sapling, and almost cut it into two pieces.
"It’s really troublesome. Look at you like this. It’s just condensed. I don’t understand anything. You can’t make sense. I’m always convinced that the truth is better than a fist. Why do you want to tell you the truth? Direct beating is It!"