Imperial Phoenix Rules

Chapter 3014 is updated, better nourishment

The amount of 100,000 god-level spirit fruits produced every year, how many people should be poured with flesh and blood, and how many foreign cultivators' souls will be gathered.

Jun Mohuang's hair was cold, his sleeves flicked, and the ring on the five people's fingers was immediately opened.

Basketball-sized red god-level spirit fruits floated out of them, floating in the air.

More than 3,000 god-level spirit fruits exuded a sweet and refreshing sweet smell at the same time, hitting the soul of everyone present.

"Ok... so fragrant! Even more fragrant than Yunling Divine Fruit and Yunling Divine Pill!"

The dragons looked directly at the god-level spirit fruit floating in the air, and their saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths uncontrollably.

"Attention, this is something that countless **** souls condensed and cultivated. It is full of blood. It's a bit inappropriate for you to drool."

Wu Qianyong's words embarrassed the gaffes.

They hurriedly wiped off the corners of their lips with saliva, their complexions became serious again.

Whether the fragrance is strong or not has always been an important way of judging the level of energy contained in a god-level spirit fruit.

These god-level spirit fruits are more fragrant than Yunling **** fruits and Yunling **** pills, which can only show that the god-level spirit fruits cultivated through cruel methods are more terrifying than the energy contained in Yunling **** pills.

No wonder the Nine Feather Flame Phoenix clan would use such **** methods.

"Goddess, you..."

Seeing this situation, the five men in black suddenly had a very bad feeling in their hearts.

Jun Mohuang ignored the five people and squeezed his hand in the air.

Three thousand god-level spirit fruits suspended in the air automatically fly back to the bottom of the god-level spirit fruit tree. Each god-level spirit fruit is crushed by her in the air, turned into a mass of red essence, injected under the spirit fruit tree, and reaches the root.

"Ling Tian..."

Jun Mohuang looked at Di Lingtian, and before she finished speaking, Di Lingtian already knew what she was thinking.

"Huang'er, I know, I will let them come to life."

Di Ling Tianchong smiled and stroked her long hair with a hand.

Lifting the jade-length fingertips, several golden runes flew out and injected under the spirit fruit, reaching the roots.

The whole god-level spiritual fruit forest is golden and extremely gorgeous.

In the dazzling golden light, everyone can vaguely see that the underground soil layer is constantly surging, and the bones covered by the soil layer are exposed.

In the golden light, little red essence flew into the bones.

The bones reorganize at a speed visible to the naked eye, regenerate and grow muscles, and become lively people again.

It's just that these people don't have souls, everyone's eyes are dull, and they look forward in a daze.

The golden phoenix feather seal between Jun Mohuang's forehead flourished, turning into a golden feather sword phantom, slashing in the air.

The crowns of all the god-level spirit fruit trees trembled, and they were forced to spit out the souls that were too late to digest and enter the bodies of the people of the Purple Mizong.

The golden light disappeared, and the people of Purple Mizong were completely resurrected.

But the god-level spirit fruit tree that had been nourished by them before, was in a slump.

The tree trunks are dry, the leaves are yellow, and they are malnourished and will die at any time.

"Goddess, no!"

"Goddess, you have a kind heart, a big heart, and have compassion for these untouchables, but in this way, our Nine Feathered Flame Phoenix clan will completely lose this god-level spiritual fruit..."

The five men in black were confused.

They didn't have time to shock the Emperor Mohuang Emperor Ling Tian and the two of them teamed up to make life and death, flesh and blood against the sky, they only cared about this yellow god-level spiritual fruit.

"Who said that there are still you."

Jun Mohuang smiled coldly, his slender fingers fluctuating in the void, like plucking a string, a golden ruled thread that the five could not see immediately bound them under the god-level spirit fruit tree.

(End of this chapter)