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I was dumbfounded when I saw Maple grabbed the arms that attacked him and tore them apart with just one force.

I never expected that the maple tree would be so cruel. In less than a moment, the broken limbs were scattered everywhere. For a while, blood was dripping, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the air was filled with a pungent bloody smell...

These blood men are just ordinary tree demons. Although they are in a state of madness, they do not pose much threat to powerful monsters. In addition, they are already covered in bruises, and the maple tree fights so fiercely. Naturally, they have no way to fight back. Power.

Seeing such a tragic and bloody scene, I couldn't help frowning, feeling uncomfortable in my stomach.

I looked down at the jade fan in my hand, spread it out in the palm of my hand, and said in a low voice, "Help me cut these vines."

The jade fan seemed to understand what I said, and after a few shakes, it flew up and spun around me quickly, back and forth, left and right, and all the green vines tied to my body broke and fell to the ground...

I breathed a sigh of relief and said gratefully, "Thank you!"

I have never discovered that the jade fan can understand human speech. I still remember that I asked Mo Fan for help when I first met Mo Fan, but it didn't make corresponding movements. I didn't expect this time...

Hearing my thanks, the jade fan seemed extremely happy, and suddenly spun rapidly, transforming into countless sharp wind blades, rushing straight towards the blood man in the melee...

I was horrified and shouted: "No!"

If the jade fan hurt them, there would be no possibility of them surviving.

To my great surprise, the jade fan really stopped attacking, but it was still spinning rapidly in mid-air with some unwillingness...

The corners of my lips raised slightly, and I said warmly, "Come back!"

The speed of the jade fan's rotation gradually slowed down, and it really returned to my hand obediently.

I boasted in satisfaction: "Good job!"

Putting the jade fan back into my sleeve pocket, I transformed into green vines, silently tied up all the blood men outside the encirclement, and then smashed them one by one until the last layer of blood men surrounded by maple trees remained. , I had to stop, they were in a melee, and I couldn't tie anyone accurately for a while.

In fact, I still can't confirm whether Feng Shu still has a little sanity, whether he is helping me, or whether it is just the smell of blood that stimulates him and arouses the bloodthirsty impulse in his heart.

I stood there in a dilemma, neither tied nor tied.

"Yue, why are you hesitating? Tie them all up first, otherwise when he loses all his consciousness, you won't be able to tie him even if you want to."

Mo Fan probably couldn't stand it any longer, and helplessly reminded him.

I glanced at him, nodded quickly, and transformed into more green vines, entangled towards the blood people who were fighting together with lightning speed...

They only cared about fighting the maple tree, so naturally they couldn't take care of me, so I successfully tied them up so that they couldn't move.

Suddenly finding that they were bound by ivy, they became manic for a moment, struggling non-stop, making "hissing" noises, and staring at me fiercely, as if they wanted to tear me into pieces.

Seeing them like this, I feel very depressed. They are all gentle-tempered dryads, but now they have turned into bloodthirsty monsters. How can we not make people sad?

I looked up at Mo Fan, with sadness in my eyes: "How can I help them?"

Mo Fan jumped down from the maple tree, came to stand beside me, raised his hand casually, and the blood people around him instantly turned into young saplings.

I was horrified: "Mo Fan, what are you doing?"

Seeing that I didn't respond for a long time, but just stared blankly at the sapling in my arms with a pale face, Mo Fan sighed and continued: "We have no choice, this is their best destination."

I don't know that this is the best ending compared to being wiped out, but I still feel sad and can't bear it. After all, we are both tree demons, and I really don't want to see such a tragic situation for the same kind.

Mo Fan raised his finger and pointed at Maple Tree: "Do you have anything else to say to him?"

I immediately raised my eyes to look at Fengshu, and saw that he was grinning fiercely at Mo Fan, his expression looked extremely irritable.

My heart tightened suddenly, and my throat was a little dry: "Are maple trees going to become saplings too?"

Mo Fan glanced at the maple tree, his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a deep coldness in his eyes: "He is more difficult than other tree demons, so naturally we can't keep it..."

I was a little anxious, and quickly asked: "You want to talk about him devouring monsters, right?"

Mo Fan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "You know?"

I nodded, and answered truthfully: "Golden Beast helped Maple, but the two of you should have parted ways. Otherwise, Golden Beast wouldn't let Maple become like this."

I don't know if the destruction of the maple tree's sanity is related to the golden beast?

Also, who is killing the dryad who only saves people and cures diseases?

Hearing this, Mo Fan no longer forcibly dealt with the maple tree, but fell silent, stared at me for a while before asking: "What are you going to do?"

I walked up to Fengshu and stood still, stretched out my hand to grab his wrist, and poured spiritual power into his body. Seeing that Fengshu's wound healed at a slow speed, I turned my head to look at Mo Fan, and replied calmly: "Anyway, he helped me just now, which means that he didn't lose all his consciousness, and he probably still has a part of consciousness. I want to observe and see the situation first. I owe him my life, so I can't thank him. report."

Mo Fan twitched the corners of his mouth, but he didn't say anything more after all, he just looked at Fengshu coldly, with obvious disgust in his eyes.

I sighed lightly, let go of Fengshu's wrist, stood in front of Mo Fan, and looked straight into his eyes: "I know you dislike Fengshu's way of devouring monsters. It’s hard to accept, but this happened hundreds of years ago, it’s pointless to argue with him now, I just want to repay his favor, and each of us will be safe in the future.”

Mo Fan pondered for a moment, then told me with a serious expression: "Since it is a matter between you, it is inconvenient for me to say anything more, but I have one condition."

I was stunned, a little surprised: "What conditions

"Eliminate the hatred and obsession in this demon primordial spirit, otherwise he will harm the world sooner or later."

I was taken aback: "Does this mean that he will become without desires, desires, sorrows and joys?"

Mo Fan nodded, not hiding anything: "Only in this way can he continue to live. Otherwise, without this king's action, he will either be backlashed by thousands of monsters, or fall into the hands of a monster catcher, and eventually his soul will be wiped out."

My whole heart sank. I can't directly make decisions for Fengshu in this kind of matter, but I have to ask him if he is willing to devote himself to cultivation and stay away from the world of mortals.After all, how sad it is for a demon who has been in the world for thousands of years to have no emotions, no emotions, no joys, sorrows and joys.

I tentatively asked: "Is there any way to restore his sanity for a moment? This decision can only be made by himself, and I cannot choose for him."

Mo Fan shook his head: "No!"

My eyes dimmed, and I murmured: "Then what should I do?"

Mo Fan added coldly: "However, although he cannot regain his sanity, it is not impossible."

I was overjoyed when I heard that, and asked with bright eyes: "Really? What can I do?"

Mo Fan walked up to the maple tree, folded his hands on his chest, walked around the maple tree casually, and said in a deep voice: "This king can let you sneak into his consciousness, try to communicate with his primordial spirit." , but there is one thing I want to make clear to you, if an outsider breaks into his consciousness, he will defend himself, then you are likely to be attacked by his consciousness, and your soul will be hurt. Do you want to enter?"

I quickly nodded and agreed: "It's better to have a way than to have no way, let me try first!"

As for whether the primordial spirit will be injured, it depends on whether my thoughts can be stronger than the maple tree, so if you don't try, how will you know if it will succeed?

Mo Fan shook his head and twitched the corners of his mouth: "You know what you can't do, but should I say you are stubborn or stupid?"

I know that Mo Fan was worried that I would be accidentally injured, so he was dissatisfied and made a mockery. I didn't take it to heart, but echoed helplessly: "I'm stupid, what you said is right! We can start Yet?"

Mo Fan gave me a sideways glance, and raised his hand to hit the back of my head. I stood up straight and looked at him without blinking, not intending to dodge.

Mo Fan saw that I was accepting it calmly, but he couldn't do it anymore. In the end, he rubbed my head hard, and said through gritted teeth: "It's such a worry-free little thing. Slap to wake you up."

I just looked at Mo Fan quietly and let him vent my dissatisfaction, even if he scolded me bloody, I wouldn't give him a word.

Mo Fan rubbed the center of his brows, and looked away from me: "Don't look at me like a docile kitten, or I won't be able to resist you."

I:"……"

Do you want me to fight him?

After a while, Mo Fan continued to look at me with an extremely harsh tone: "Come here! Stand beside him, this king will cast a spell on you."

"Oh!" I walked to the maple tree and stood still in desperation, looking at Mo Fan solemnly: "I'm ready."

The blue veins on Mo Fan's forehead twitched, he stretched out his hand and flicked my forehead fiercely, and said aggressively: "Close your eyes for me, after entering his divine consciousness, you must keep your subjective consciousness clear, and don't think wildly, or you will be hurt by him." When it comes to your primordial spirit, you will either become a fool or a living dead."

I was slightly taken aback. The meaning of the living dead probably refers to falling into an endless coma?

Knowing that the consequences might be more serious, I feel somewhat uneasy, but I still don't want to give up lightly. I want to fight for a chance for Maple to live.

"It's okay, let's start!" I didn't say anything else, I quickly closed my eyes, and quietly waited for Mo Fan to cast a spell.

I vaguely heard Mo Fan sigh, and then my primordial spirit slowly swayed out of my body, Mo Fan pushed me lightly, and I instantly entered a strange area.