Qin Ming looked at it more and more thoughts. This tree must have a secret, and it is in that cocoon.

Qin Ming recovered for a long time, stood up with his complete body, took a deep breath, grabbed the bark and started climbing up. Although the surface of his body recovered, the meridians, blood vessels and internal organs inside were still lacking. However, after all, it was the physical constitution of the fourth level of the Holy Martial Arts. He barely withstood the heavy pressure and climbed up step by step.

However, after crawling for a while, Qin Ming looked down at the unconscious witch of the Flower Burial Master, and was still worried. This woman was too dangerous and he was really uneasy if he didn't have insurance.

There is! Qin Ming jumped out of the tree and walked to the side of the Burial Flower Witch Lord. The soul thought of the Shura Sword was fixed, and he held the Shura Sword that had just retracted the Qi Sea and inserted it into her chest. The Shura Sword's killing thought continued to affect the Burial Flower Witch Lord's mind, making her unconscious in weakness and in coma.

The Shura Sword Master was sealed with the Shura Sword.

Qin Ming carefully checked for a while, and then felt relieved after confirming that there was no problem. Under heavy pressure, he crawled into the cocoon.

The cocoons are wrapped in hundreds of branches as thick as arms. They are very dense. They look more like a giant heart from close up. Each branch is lush and lush, like translucent jade, blooming with soft light. From the cracked gap into the cocoon, there is a world of light and shadow inside. Countless green spots float like stars, illuminating the soft and mysterious here.

Take a deep breath, the rich energy of life and spiritual power penetrated into the body, and it was indescribable to feel comfortable, and all the internal organs seemed to have stretched out.

Huh? Spiritual power!

Qin Ming suddenly felt the spiritual power. Is it a normal recovery? Or is it a tree cocoon that isolates the mysterious power of the Forbidden Island of Lost?

Qin Ming didn't care about that much, he quickly lay down inside, swallowed the energy of life and spiritual power, and recovered his body as soon as possible. Many green light spots automatically drilled into the pores, penetrated into the flesh and bones of the body, and even rushed to the heart.

Qin Ming almost murmured. After being tortured by severe pain for so long, he finally felt comfortable.

While accepting the gift of the tree cocoons, we observe the tree cocoons. Not only is there green light, but there are also many soft branches, fluttering gently, and green liquid flows out from it. After falling, it turns into green light, filling the energy of life and spiritual power in the tree cocoons.

It seems that it is the "sea of ​​Qi" and "heart" of this giant tree.

There is also a faint body fragrance in the cocoon, which should be the witch of the Burial Flower.

Could it be that she got the opportunity here?

Can I?

Try it!

Qin Ming grabbed the branches and studied them carefully. After studying them, he found nothing except the rich energy.

Did he be taken away by the Burial Flower Witch Lord?

Are there any other secrets here?

After Qin Ming recovered for a while, he began to search through the branches. The tree was as big as a cocoon, with seven or eight thick branches. Many branches were covered with palm-sized leaves. Pick one piece and put it in his mouth. It was as refreshing as if he had eaten a spiritual fruit. It felt cool and cool, and it felt like he wanted to clean all his internal organs. He couldn't help but tremble.

"What is this?" Qin Ming flipped through the note for a long time, and finally found something strange.

An egg?

An egg with scales?

wrong.

Qin Ming picked it up and saw it was a spiritual fruit the size of a fist, but the skin looked like a scale, and it was tied on a very thick branch.

Qin Ming peeled off the fruit skin, and the fruit inside was crystal clear, like a green gem without any impurities, but it was very soft. If you look closely, the fluorescence on the surface occasionally manifested strange characters, and it would soon disappear, and then appear again, repeating like this.

Qin Ming searched for another place for a while and found a second one, but found a similar peel in eight different corners.

"She ate eight? Two left?"

Qin Ming peeled off two spiritual fruits and didn't recognize them, but since he had eaten eight of the burial flowers and formed in such a cocoon, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Qin Ming leaned out and confirmed that the witch lord of the Burial Flower was still sleeping. Then he lay comfortably in the spacious cocoons of trees and began to enjoy the spiritual fruit.

The spiritual fruit melts when it enters the mouth and it automatically penetrates into the meridians throughout the body. The spiritual power it contains is very huge. In a short while, every meridian is filled. After refining, it continues to pour into the weak sea of ​​qi, reviving the sleeping thunder toad.

Qin Ming slowly enjoyed the nourishment of the spiritual fruit, and looked inside and observed these spiritual powers, hoping for any miraculous effects.

At first it was nothing, it was just that the spiritual power was very pure and there was a surge of vitality. The injuries on the body were healing quickly, ten times faster than golden blood. The dried spiritual power was quickly enriched, like a rushing river constantly pouring into the sea of ​​qi.

Qin Ming could almost clearly feel that he was recovering to his peak state.

Never seen a spiritual fruit with such a huge effect. He is the fourth level of the Holy Martial Arts, and he can recover in a blink of an eye? It’s incredible.

But gradually, Qin Ming discovered that there was a wonderful but uncapturable force that was integrating into his soul, and there was an unconscious addition of complex and mysterious thing in his consciousness.

Qin Ming concentrated his mind and calmed down, put aside his distracting thoughts, and felt the power.

As time passed by minute by minute, those mysterious things gradually became clear in Qin Ming's mind.

He saw the mystery of the entire island, the river tides rushing day and night, the woods change in all seasons, monsters thrive, and the islands appear and disappear in the fog, drifting into the distance.

He saw a back, standing in the sky, overlooking the archipelago, with a hazy back, but he had a very wonderful feeling, as if he dominated the people here and controlled the world.

He saw the misty and mysterious sky, twisting countless strange lights, flying all over the sky like colorful silk. Those strange lights seemed to have amazing power, shaking the flow of spiritual power on the entire island, and dominating the life and death of all spirit demons.

Qin Ming fell deeper and deeper, as if he had sunk into this mysterious space and stood above the entire island.

The hazy back was right in front of him, but it was out of reach. A wonderful strange light kept floating out of him, pouring into the sky, breaking into the mountains and rivers, and covering the island.

"Who are you?" Qin Ming walked towards the back, but his consciousness became hazy and heavy, and he completely fell into this place. He walked forward step by step, but he couldn't get close to the back. But before he knew it, a wonderful strange light fell from the sky, wrapping around him like silk, and trying to get into his body.

In the cocoon, Qin Ming suddenly woke up, and his confused consciousness quickly became clear. He was stunned and stunned, his thoughts flew around. Is that back the former owner of the island?

Qin Ming picked up another spiritual fruit and looked at it calmly. The fruit was born on the tree, but it had the consciousness of the owner back then? What is the relationship between this tree and this owner? Is the tree the owner?

Could it be that the Burial Flower Witch Lord only controlled the island after eating eight such fruits?

Qin Ming became more and more excited the more he thought about it. No matter whether it was, he would eat it first. He opened his mouth and swallowed the second fruit, lay in the cocoon, concentrated and refined it, and traced the strange power and wonderful consciousness again.
Chapter completed!