Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

"Brother Shu, I haven't seen you for many years. Are you doing well?"

Qingteng Zhenjun spoke softly in front of the towering ancient tree, without any respect in his tone.

"Hmph, it's interesting. When you lived with this person and lurked in the Zhao family of Yujing, you were supposed to provide the cultivators with blood and essence."

"But you betrayed me. For so many years, you haven't provided any tribute. Now you come to ask me if I'm doing well. How dare you?"

The old tree demon roared and rose from the ground. The huge tree canopy covered the sky and the sun. The spiritual pressure on his body has reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul.

Although Qingteng Zhenjun's body is Taiyi Qingteng, he is only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul and can't be compared with the old tree demon.

"Brother Shu, don't get excited."

Qingteng Zhenjun raised his hand and the two bodies fell to the ground.

"Look, I came back to give you tribute, didn't I?"

"These two are Nascent Soul cultivators, much better than those low-level cultivators."

The old tree demon looked at the corpses on the ground, the dry branches made a crackling sound, and greed flashed in his eyes.

However, he soon regained his composure and looked at Qingteng Zhenjun with caution.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, just a deal, you give me the seeds of Dinghai Shenmu, and I will give you more, the blood of cultivators, how about it?"

Qingteng Zhenjun, with a tempting look on his face.

And the old tree demon, with a dry branch, trembled violently, glanced at Qingteng Zhenjun, and showed hesitation.

"Why should I believe you? You know, in these years, you have never provided me with blood."

The old tree demon looked cautious.

Dinghai Shenmu is an ancient sacred tree, and its seeds have magical powers. Even in ancient times, it is a rare treasure.

And now, Qingteng Zhenjun actually wants to use the seeds of Dinghai Shenmu to exchange for the lives of some low-level cultivators.

No matter how you look at it, it is a loss-making business.

"I got this bottle of ten thousand year spiritual milk with great difficulty. As long as Brother Shu gives me the seeds of the sacred tree, I can give you another bottle."

Qingteng Zhenjun took out a jade bottle, which exuded a strong spiritual energy.

Ten thousand year spiritual milk is the companion spiritual object of the ten thousand year spiritual plant. For tree monsters, it is a great tonic and may even break through the bottleneck.

"Okay, you pour the ten thousand year spiritual milk into my body, and I will give you the seeds of Dinghai Shenmu."

The old tree monster swung the vines, revealing a hole.

Qingteng Zhenjun hesitated for a moment, turned the jade bottle upside down, and silently recited the formula in his mouth. Drops of milky white liquid emerged from the bottle mouth.

"How about it, Brother Shu, I have fulfilled the agreement, it's your turn now."

"Don't worry, don't you still have a bottle? Since you are here to help me, take it all out."

The old tree demon also stretched out his vines and inserted them into it, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy of the ten thousand year old spiritual milk.

"Sorry, Brother Shu, I don't have that bottle with me for the time being. I will give it to you later."

Qingteng Zhenjun silently stepped back.

The old tree demon, sensing the movement, immediately retracted the vines and tightly clamped his neck.

"Hmph, then I will tell you that the seeds of Dinghai Shenmu have long been swallowed by me, and you will never get it."

"But seeing that you have given me a bottle of spiritual milk as a filial gift, I can let you die less painfully."

The old tree demon laughed strangely, and the withered vines tightly entangled Qingteng Zhenjun.

"A Taiyi Green Ivy is more precious than the ten thousand year old spiritual milk. Today I will use you as nourishment to break through myself!"

Countless spiritual powers flowed into the old tree demon's body along the vines, and the dry branches began to become dense and grow rapidly.

"It seems that Brother Shu has been planning to kill me from the beginning."

Although Qingteng Zhenjun was entangled tightly, he was not panicked at all, and there was a smile on his face.

The old tree demon noticed something was wrong, and his spiritual power immediately stagnated, and the roots began to shrink.

"Impossible, you, what did you give me to drink?"

"Hahaha, do you feel that your spiritual power is not obedient? That's right, this is the rootless water."

Qingteng Zhenjun said with a smile.

Rootless water can make the roots of spiritual plants shrink quickly, lose spiritual power, and dry up and die.

"This water is what I got from the belly of the ten thousand year old cold toad. It is perfect for dealing with the grass and wood monsters. Brother Tree, you will slowly wither away."

"When I absorb you, I can break through the late stage of the Nascent Soul and even become a spirit. It will not be too late to find a way to leave the Abandoned Continent at that time."

As soon as the old tree demon Qingteng Zhenjun finished speaking, he wailed, and the old vines on his body began to wither and fall off quickly.

And the body began to shrink and turned into a small tree that had just grown.

"No, I won't let you succeed. I am willing to sacrifice myself and die with you."

The old tree demon let out a heart-wrenching roar, and then a bloody light burst out from the treetop.

"Fusang is in the formation, and it will ignite at sunrise. The divine fire breaks the sky, and the evil spirits are annihilated without a trace!"

The old tree demon, like a sacrifice, burned all his own cultivation, and the entire treetop turned into a ball of fire.

"I will die today, I will pay with my life, I will not step into reincarnation, burn for me!"

The blue flame burned fiercely, covering the entire cave.

From a distance, Song Yiming, who saw this scene, had his pupils trembled.

"This, this is the ancient divine fire, the Fusang divine fire!"

"Be careful, this fire is not something from the mortal world, don't get contaminated by it!"

The spirit of the weapon said in a hurry, constantly reminding.

"Senior Qiling, is this fire very powerful? How can I subdue it?"

"The Fusang Divine Fire is one of the Samadhi True Fires. It can be as fierce as the Yan Fire. It can burn everything at once and melt everything."

"Unless the tree demon's soul is annihilated, you can't get close to it, let alone subdue it."

The Samadhi True Fire is one of the ten immortal fires, namely the fire in the wood, the fire in the stone, and the fire in the sky. The three fires are integrated and fierce.

And the Fusang Divine Fire is the fire in the wood among the Samadhi True Fires. Its power is extraordinary.

"You are crazy. You burned your soul and lost the opportunity to reincarnate. Is it worth it?" Qingteng Zhenjun asked tremblingly.

"So what? What I want is that you will be shattered!"

"Let you feel the real horror of my Fusang clan!"

The old tree demon roared, and a ball of green flame flew out of the tree canopy and rushed into the sky.

Wherever it passed, space was distorted, everything melted, even mountains and rivers could not resist and were burned to ashes.

Qingteng Zhenjun was so frightened that his face turned pale. He wanted to escape, but it was too late.

"No...ah!"

With a scream, the whole person was swallowed by the Fusang Divine Fire.

"This fire is too terrible. Qingteng Zhenjun was burned to ashes after just one encounter."

"Daoyou Ziwei, it's better not to watch the show. The current form of this tree demon is almost invincible. Let's leave quickly to avoid getting burned."

Baiyuan Zhenjun and Song Yiming looked at each other, then jumped up and planned to avoid the edge temporarily.

"Humph, sneaky!"

"You two, be buried together!"

The old tree demon burned more and more fiercely. The originally huge crown was burned to ashes, and the dead branches fell to the ground.

Only one bare trunk was left, surrounded by the Fusang Divine Fire.

Thunderbolt!

Balls of green flames flew out from the tree trunks, illuminating the entire space.

Song Yiming, the White Ape Master, wanted to get away, but found that the Fusang Divine Fire had blocked this space and he couldn't escape at all.