Nine Stars Killer Chapter 537: Holy Tree Essence
Chapter 537 Essence of the Holy Tree [Sixth More]
The ten ancestors glanced at each other, and all saw doubts in each other's eyes.
"This is not a place to talk, you come with us!"
He didn't let Ye Feng go on, but took Ye Feng to the distant building.
The ancestors of the elves took Ye Feng, the saint, and some elders of the elves into the depths of the elves.
This is the first time Ye Feng has come to the elves. He watched the whole manor full of bright flowers, many bees flying around, and countless elves girls shuttled through it, full of tranquility.
A tree house appeared and was built on top of a giant tree. This giant tree was ten thousand feet high and many small tree houses were built on it.
The elven ancestor swept the magic wand in his hand, and a layer of mist appeared under their feet, holding their bodies forward.
Ye Feng used her body technique, followed immediately, and fell on a huge tree trunk. These tree houses are very delicately constructed. In front of the tree houses, a platform is also built, suitable for resting when they come up.
The tree house is large enough to accommodate dozens of people sitting down at the same time. In the middle of the tree house, small chairs are placed because the elves are short in stature and the chairs are small.
This is an extreme race, men are short, all are dwarfs, women are tall, devil-like figures, angel faces.
"Please sit down!"
The ancestor Boll motioned to Ye Feng to sit down.
Ye Feng said politely, sat down and looked at the elf saint. At this time, he was sure that the elf saint was the woman he saw at the waterfall, and she helped the four girls to escape the crisis temporarily.
Ye Feng nodded, slightly apologetic.
"Do you know the rules of our elves!"
Watching Ye Feng sit down, Old Ancestor Boll asked at this time.
The ancestor Boll's tone was very peaceful, without any fluctuations, and his eyes were smiling at Ye Feng.
"Senior, please say!"
Ye Feng does not know the rules of the elves. He came for the holy tree.
"Every hundred years, our elves will choose saints. Whoever has the purest blood will be the saints of this year, inheriting our elves, breeding offspring, hoping to breed a higher race, so Every hundred years, our elves will select the most powerful race in the Western Desolate Gods as the object of cultivation!"
Old Ancestor Boll said slowly.
Ye Feng nodded, and the good thing is to look for the young and strong, so that she can match the saints of the elves. The more ugly thing is to choose good seeds. This is understandable, because the elves are special.
"If you refuse, obviously you didn't take this matter seriously, so our elves can't help you much!"
The old ancestor Boll continued, since Ye Feng did not intend to marry the saint, the Elves have no obligation to help Ye Feng.
"My ancestor, Ye Feng has four confidantes who have fallen into the destiny psychology of the cat race. They are now at stake. Please help my ancestors. As for my business, we can continue in the future!"
At this time, the elf saint stood up and introduced Ye Feng's situation to the ten ancestors.
"It turns out that you need the spirit of the sacred tree of our elves, which is even more impossible. Only the core people of our elves can enjoy the sacred tree!"
The other ancestors all refused, and it will take a hundred years to grow a strand. Listening to the saint, Ye Feng needs four more strands, which is the life of these ancestors.
Only the elves know the benefits of the essence of the sacred tree. Even a single strand can extend a hundred years of life. Not to mention prolonging life, it can also increase the cultivation base. If the elves want to practice magic, they must be baptized by the sacred tree. Therefore, the sacred tree is a symbol of the elves heritage.
"Then how can I get the essence of the holy tree!"
Hearing their unanimous refusal, Ye Feng frowned. He didn't think of forcibly plundering. He still hoped that the elves could take the initiative to take out four strands, even if he used a lot of resources to exchange.
"Our sacred tree's essence has only grown for a hundred years. It will not be spread. You should die of this heart!"
An ancestor said straightforwardly, it is impossible to take out the spirit of the holy tree.
"If you have any conditions, please put it forward. As long as I can do it, I will have all the resources, exercises, and martial arts!"
Ye Feng believes that there is nothing that cannot be exchanged, mainly depending on whether the price is right.
"It is not impossible for you to want the spirit of the sacred tree, you must promise us two conditions, we can send you four strands of the spirit of the sacred tree!"
The silent Elder Boll thought for a while, interrupting the others.
"Senior, please say!"
Ye Feng quickly asked Boer's ancestor with a hint of gratitude.
"First, marry the saint, and second, return the misty mist you have understood to our elves, and never leak it from now on!"
The ancestor Boll thought about it again and again, and thought of a way. If Ye Feng married the saint, he would naturally be a member of the Elf race. Everything is easy to discuss. If the misty fog is returned to the Elf race, it can be regarded as done to the Elf race. A huge contribution, in exchange for the spirit of the holy tree, is justified.
The other ancestors nodded one after another, and the old ancestor Boll was thoughtful.
"The first condition is forgiving the younger generation not to agree to it. Is this too unfair to the noble saints? It is true that the younger generations already have a few confidantes. If the saints follow me, would it not be wronged? Girl!"
Ye Feng spoke very tactfully and tried not to hurt the saint. After all, she was innocent, and she also saved the lives of four women.
"If I said I would!"
A red glow flashed across the face of the saint of the elf tribe. When so many people said such words, he quickly lowered his head in shame, and from the first sight of Ye Feng, he was revealed by Ye Feng. Infected by his true feelings, for the sake of a few women, I would rather sacrifice myself.
The ten ancestors glanced at each other and didn’t understand why the saint said such a thing. Thinking of the saint’s introduction to Ye Feng, a clear understanding appeared. It seems that Ye Feng and the saint had already known each other, otherwise How did the saint know Ye Feng's situation well.
"Xiaoling, why are you doing this!"
Ye Feng gave a wry smile, Ye Feng didn't want to carry too much, he had too much to carry, and he didn't want to hurt anyone.
"This is my volition. The saints of our elves have come here in this way!"
Xiaoling looked at Ye Feng’s eyes. She was pretty happy. The last saint finally married a monster. From then on, she can only live with the monster for decades. Although inherited Several elves came out, but their blood was thin, and the ancestors of the elves could not be seen.
The elven clan hasn’t appeared in the elven ancestors for many years, and it is the cause of loneliness.
The ten ancestors are not good to say anything. Ye Feng seems to be more pleasing to the eyes than other races. At least he is very humble, knows the way of etiquette, is very powerful, and even understands the lost mist.
"Senior said just now, what I realized is the misty mist of the nobles, what do you say!"
Ye Feng looked at Xiaoling's eyes and couldn't bear to refuse. If she refused, it would really hurt her. When she calmed down, she could explain to her slowly, maybe she would give up.
"What you have learned on the Red Heaven Path is the long lost mist of our elves. This is a top-level physical technique, which can be used to teleport space when it reaches its limit!"
The ancestor of Boer told Ye Feng’s understanding of Misty Fog bit by bit. From how to comprehend Ye Feng to atomization, Ye Feng nodded. It turns out that this set of martial arts is called Misty Fog.
"This junior can do it, organize the misty fog into a book, and return it to your elves!"
Ye Feng doesn't have any hidden personalities, anyway, he has already practiced. This misty fog does not have a certain talent, and he can't cultivate to Dacheng level at all.
"Since you have agreed to both, then we will complete the marriage between you in three days!"
The ancestor Boll was very happy, and when Ye Feng agreed, the other ancestors also laughed.
"Several seniors, then please help me save a few friends of juniors!"
As a last resort, Ye Feng could only agree to it first, and waited for them to be rescued, and had a good talk with the saint, and also asked the women's opinions by the way.
"In that case, you come with us, and I will take you to collect the essence!"
A group of people were overjoyed and walked out of the tree house to take Ye Feng to the direction of the holy tree. As for the saint, she could not see Ye Feng and had to wait until three days later.
Under the leadership of several ancestors, through a mountain range, into the deeper part of the elves, this is the most precious place of the elves, various sacred trees grow in them, and each plant has a thousand years After a long time, taking one out is a treasure, no wonder these people squeezed their heads and wanted to marry a saint.
Once you join the elves, you can enjoy these resources, but Ye Feng is not a selfish person, and he does not lack resources.
One tree lasts tens of thousands of years, and ten people can’t form a circle in a hug. One can imagine how many years each tree here has grown.
"The sacred tree of our elves is in front of us. We must walk over it respectfully so as not to cause dissatisfaction with the sacred tree!"
The ancestor Boll's tone became very solemn, as if he was telling everyone.
Ye Feng also suppressed his expression and became very solemn. Since the old ancestor Boll said so, there must be his reason.
Walking a small mile, a strong fragrance came, and not far in front of Ye Feng, a huge tree appeared with lush foliage, almost covering half of the valley, floating above the holy tree More than a dozen golden essences, a breath of life exuded.
"This is the sacred tree of our elves. Every hundred years, a ray of energy will grow!"
Pointing to the sacred tree in front, Old Ancestor Boll introduced Ye Feng.
"What a pure breath of life!"
Ye Feng secretly marveled ~IndoMTL.com~ Even if a dying person is placed under the sacred tree and absorbs the breath of life, he can also resurrect the dead. This is the power of the breath of life.
"Yes, this is the essence of life. The holy tree has nourished us for tens of thousands of years. Our elves depend on the essence of life to multiply!"
The ancestor Boll did not hide it. This is the breath of life. A mortal can take a bite, get rid of all diseases, prolong life, even live a hundred years longer.
The cultivator can absorb it, strengthen the body, increase the essence of life, enhance the soul power, and evolve the soul.
This sacred tree is simply a treasure. I don’t know how many years it has grown.
"Lao Ba, you go to collect four strands of the sacred tree essence, remember, don't disturb the sacred tree, so as not to disturb it's rest, once the sacred tree wakes up, it proves that our elves will be in trouble!"
Old Ancestor Boll instructed Old Ancestor Dimi to gather four strands of sacred tree essence.
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