Chapter 1144: 2.580 Cut off his roots

Chapter 1144 2.580 Cut Off His Root
Two days later.
Qiao Mu opened his eyes, and there was a little dissatisfaction in his heart.
Obviously the barrier at the peak of the thirteenth level can be broken by tentacles, but no matter how long she cultivates, she still can't break it.
If she had been familiar with affairs in the past, she would have understood that such an impatient study was actually not a good thing.
Today, in just a few days, she has merged her essence to only one-fifth of what is left, which is too fast.
Ding Jiaozhu came up with a bunch of fruits, and when she saw her eyes opened, she could not help but brighten her eyes, "Little wood, you're finished practicing."
Qiaomu blinked, his gaze moving along with him.
Seeing that he was holding a bunch of colorful little fruits in his hand, he couldn't help but stand up, walked around to him, grabbed a few grains of fruit from his hand, and subconsciously stuffed it into his mouth.
Ding Jiaozhu froze, then stretched out her hand in front of her eyes with a little surprise, "Are you all right?"
Qiao Mu ignored him, and Ding Jiao saw that she had eaten several grains of fruit, and thought that the fruit she picked was quite good.
So he caught two and threw them into the mouth, and then ...
Then he spit it out, a beautiful handsome face completely shrunk together, his eyes looked at Qiaomu in wonder, "You! Sorry, don't eat!"
Speaking, quickly patted the few fruits in her hand, "Where can I get in!"
This child is too particular about being so sour that he can still eat so calmly, it is simply too powerful.
The two black eyeballs of the tree rolled slightly, and then he turned his eyes away, and turned to make his way.
Ding Jiaozhu quickly grabbed her sleeves and said with a grimace, "So, I'll take you to the city to eat delicious food, OK?"
Qiaomu threw away his hand that grabbed his sleeve, and patted the dust that didn't exist on the sleeve. He turned around and was about to leave. He frowned suddenly, and an air of killing flew in the face. To the point.
Qiaomu instinctively flipped quickly on the spot, avoiding a deadly sword, and flew gently to Ding Yun's side.
Ding Yun was shocked. As soon as he moved his body, he had stopped in front of Qiao Mu, glaring at the two old men who suddenly got out of the forest, "What are you two doing to protect the law of the North Altar?"
"Small Master, offended!" One of the old men groaned with a slight voice, and flew forward to catch Ding Yun.
The other person pulled away, and a strong mysterious force attached to it, and it struck again towards the tree.
Qiao Mu's body was about to jump away, but she saw a large blood-red scissors cut across her head, and she saw that her wrist was a "click" scissors.
Mysteriously tight, a face cut out a sleeve between her wrists.
If it wasn't for her shrinking her hands quickly, the thing to cut was her white and tender wrists.
"Oh!" Qiao Mu kicked sideways, hitting the back of the old man's hand, followed by moving his body backwards, kicking flexibly on the dead wood, flickering in a floating flash, and the man got behind the old man.
The black ruler suddenly appeared in her hands, and a violent attack slammed into the back of the old man.
The old man quickly opened the hood and turned around with a large pair of scissors.
But when he heard a loud clang, the tree was sore by the scissors that his wrist was sore, and he took a step back.
"Heng Lao, stop!" Ding Yun's eyes narrowed, and she suddenly went mad to sweep away one of the guards who were entangled with herself.
(End of this chapter)