Xingchen said: Master, I must get the divine wood in heaven. Nothing you say is useless. Han Yiming said: Xingchen, I am the head of Lingshan. Don’t you listen to me? He knew in his heart that Xingchen would not listen to him. Xingchen’s spiritual power is unfathomable. He couldn’t stop him from doing anything. Xingchen said: I will naturally listen to the divine wood in the head! But I also want to get the divine wood. Master, don’t you want to rebuild Lingshan? Rebuild Lingshan, you must lift the divine wood in heaven. Han Yiming was stunned. Rebuilding Lingshan must rebuild Lingshan? Xingchen said again: I will not kill him. I just need him to help me cut down the divine wood.

Isn't this the same as that Taoist? Han Yiming looked at him in a daze and suddenly felt that Xingchen could not say anything terrible. Xingchen said: Master, I won't take his life. So, can I want the rope on him to make it? Anyway, there is a lot of blood on the rope, so I just put it on it like this. Isn't it a pity? He pulled the rope with his little hand, and when he pulled it, the rope glowed with the boy's blood turned golden, and the little gossip flashed.

Chen said: Master, don’t worry like this. I will never harm him. What’s the use of harming him? Han Yiming said: His blood can help you cut down the divine wood of Jutian. Xingchen turned his head and looked at Han Yiming with big eyes. After a while, he said: The Taoist is half right, and there are two people who can cut down the divine wood of Jutian. One is him. He pointed to the boy and then said: The other is me. Han Yiming didn’t expect that he cared about the Taoist so much, and said to him: Do you believe this?

Xingchen pouted: Don't the head believe it? Han Yiming shook his head: I believe it, I have seen your spiritual power. But you don't have to care about it with his words. Xingchen said: Then the head, I will cut this divine tree with all my strength, so you can protect me? Han Yiming looked here. Xingchen said: The head does not have to be so careful. No one comes to this place normally. But at this time, it's a bit unreasonable. Besides, I don't know what will happen if I cut this divine tree. I want to cut it with all my strength, so I need the help of the head. Han Yiming said: Xingchen, you are also my Lingshan disciple. No matter how good your spiritual power is, you are a Lingshan disciple. As the head, my cultivation is not as good as you, but I also

I want to protect you, all disciples of Lingshan are what I must protect as the head of the sect. But I don’t know how to cut down this divine tree. Otherwise, you should listen to me first. Xingchen said: OK. The head of the sect, the divine tree is made up of the spiritual power of the earth. Within hundreds of years, there is only one opportunity. If you cut down the divine tree, you must cut off the main root of the divine tree. Once the main root is broken, the divine tree will fall down. Han Yiming looked up at the divine tree, which was extremely high and thick, and was about to cut it back down. Xingchen said again: Once the divine tree is cut down, the spiritual power will disperse. Therefore, at that time, the sect must, see which piece you can take action, cut it down immediately. Don’t think about the size or number, as long as you cut it down, it will be good. If you cut it slowly, the divine tree will turn into ashes.

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, Xingchen said: Therefore, it is already a lucky thing to be able to get a piece as big as a palm of our hand. The head of the sect should not hold the boy. He slapped his little hand, and the boy had already floated from Han Yiming's hand and flew gently in the air. Xingchen looked around and said: It's still not good. I'll make a barrier, at least not let others come in. He stretched out his right hand and made a light move. Han Yiming felt that it was a little darker in front of him. Xingchen said: Master, I'll cut down now, don't be in a hurry at this moment, but the head of the sect should watch out, as long as the tree is about to fall, you must be careful. Han Yiming said: OK, I will do my best. Xingchen nodded, took the old grievance, walked to the divine tree, raised the old grievance high, and chopped the main root with one sword.

With a loud noise, Shenmu remained motionless. Xingchen lifted his sword and chopped more than a dozen swords at Shenmu. Han Yiming suddenly saw that Shenmu was cut open by him. He was about to speak, but the small mouth had grown. This was much longer than chopping! Xingchen cut more than a dozen swords in one breath, but the small hole grew in the blink of an eye. Han Yiming was dumbfounded. How to cut? It grows faster than chopping, how can it be cut down? Xingchen was completely unmoved, chopped more than a dozen swords and cut out another kid, but in the blink of an eye, the small hole grew in the blink of an eye.

Xingchen stopped and looked at the divine wood. Han Yiming said: It grows so fast. How to cut it down like this? Xingchen said: It's difficult, but I must cut down this tree. Han Yiming suddenly became a little strange: Xingchen, does our Lingshan have to cut down this divine wood? Xingchen said: Master, the best tree in the world, is this one. With it, there is hope for reconstruction of Lingshan. Speaking of rebuilding Lingshan, Han Yiming said nothing. He thought to himself that he did not have this spiritual power. How high spiritual power is the master's master to become Lingshan alone. He has never saved his own little Taoist practice. How can he have the power to rebuild? Xingchen seemed to see what he thought in his heart, saying: Master, the matter is man-made. Practice is

It's not just you and me who practice in Lingshan for a long journey. The disciples of Lingshan are endless and may be built. Isn't it? Han Yiming was unaware that he was young and had such an understanding. He nodded and said: You are right. Then chop it first. He looked at the Shenmu again: But how can we cut it down like this? Xingchen said: I didn't cut it as fast as the Shenmu grew. There was only one way to make it unable to grow. Han Yiming said: What can I do to make it unable to grow? Xingchen didn't speak, and his eyes looked at the boy floating in the air. Han Yiming was clever: I wanted his blood? The boy nodded: Not only his, but mine.

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment: I want you too? The boy said: Master, are you afraid that I will take his blood? But I also want my blood. I will definitely not hurt my life, nor will I hurt his life. Han Yiming looked at the boy who was full of blood, and said: But... Xingchen said: I know what the master thought, okay, I will take my blood first. He stretched out his left hand, and there was a small flesh pit on the back of his small hand. His palm turned upwards, and his right hand placed the sword in his palm. When his five fingers bent back, he slowly pulled the sword from his hand.

When he came out, a layer of light had already emerged from the blade. He turned around and walked towards the boy, came to the boy, and drew a sword on the boy's hand. Han Yiming was stunned and then realized: OK, is that all right? Xingchen said: Let's try it. As he said that, he returned to the main root of the Heavenly God Tree, raised the short sword, and slashed the main root with one sword. After he finished slashing with one sword, he then another sword. This time Han Yiming counted carefully, chopping a total of eighteen swords, and the opening of a sword was revealed again. This time the opening was revealed, but it did not close again.

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