The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

Chapter 722: Xingtian Blood Jade Witch Eyes

Jingwei carries a tiny piece of wood to fill the sea. Xingtian dances with his halberd and halberd, his fierce ambition remains. Since we are all the same, we have no worries, and we will not regret it if it disappears. It is useless to think about it in the past, but how can we wait for the good time? (Tao Yuanming, Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas)

As soon as Xing Tian reached out to touch his neck, a chill ran from his fingertips to his heart in an instant - he was horrified to find that his head was gone!

Xing Tian then realized that he had been fooled. This was actually Huangdi's plan.

Unfortunately, I understood it too late.

Fortunately, Xing Tian had a strong character, and this sudden change did not make this brave and fearless warrior retreat in the slightest.

He quickly transferred the huge axe in his right hand to his left hand, then squatted down steadily, stretched out his right hand without hesitation, and began to grope carefully on the ground.

He had only one firm belief in his heart: he must find back the head that symbolizes perseverance and indomitable spirit and put it back on his neck!

Because only in this way could he witness with his own eyes Huangdi paying the blood debt of Chiyou with blood, and only in this way could he regain a vast space for the suffering Yan Emperor's tribe to survive and reproduce.

Xing Tian groped forward bit by bit, and every step was full of determination and courage.

Wherever his right hand touched, whether it was a towering tree or a protruding rock as hard as iron, it was ruthlessly broken or collapsed in an instant.

It was as if the whole world felt the surging anger deep in his heart and made way for it.

At the same time, Huangdi, who was far away on the other side of the battlefield, couldn't help feeling a little scared when he saw Xingtian searching for his lost head so persistently.

He knew very well that if Xing Tian succeeded in finding his head and healing it back on his neck, the consequences would be disastrous.

Xing Tian was indeed a very brave warrior. Huangdi admitted that he could not beat Xing Tian in terms of martial arts, and that he was better at strategy and management.

So, Huangdi made a prompt decision, hurriedly picked up the shining sword in his hand, mobilized all the strength in his body, and chopped fiercely towards Changyang Mountain.

There was a loud "crash" sound, and the originally towering Changyang Mountain was actually cracked in half by the full force of the Yellow Emperor.

The head that Xing Tian had been searching for rolled down the mountain like a cannonball out of control and into the deep valley between the two mountains.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar sounded, and the two broken peaks seemed to be driven by some mysterious force and came together again at an astonishing speed, burying Xingtian's head deeply inside.

Faced with this cruel reality, Xing Tian finally realized that it was hopeless for him to regain his head.

Endless grief and indignation surged into his heart like a flood that broke through a dam, making it difficult for him to control himself.

But even so, he still endured the severe pain in his heart and slowly stood up.

At this moment, the anger emanating from his body was like billowing smoke, continuously gushing out of his body and condensing into a thick black cloud in the air, which refused to dissipate for a long time...

Xing Tian stood still, concentrating on listening to the movements around him, and suddenly heard Huangdi's triumphant laughter.

With rage soaring to the sky, with extreme unwillingness, and with the courage to never regret even if it meant death, Xing Tian picked up his shield and axe and rushed towards the source of the sound.

Xing Tian, ​​unwilling to be defeated, started his battle again - he used his nipples as eyes and his belly button as a mouth, and continued to swing his axe and shield, refusing to surrender until his death, and continued to fight with the Yellow Emperor...

The head is severed but the halberd is still there, the body is still there and the heroic spirit is still there. The fierce will is still there and the heaven and earth are shaken, the resolute spirit is still there and the drums of war are still beating. The divine power makes the ghosts and gods weep.

Even though his head was lost, his heroic spirit was still burning. His determination to fight never stopped, and his heroic spirit will be passed down to future generations. Xing Tian will never be destroyed.

The blood jade of Xingtian is still there, but the heroic spirit is nowhere to be found. Wu Xian considers himself a calm and self-controlled person, but he still shed a tear when he handed over the blood jade of Xingtian.

The little snake showed no empathy and just took the Xingtian Blood Jade calmly.

After all, whether it is the Kuiniu drum (although it is different from the eighty majestic giant Kuiniu drums of Emperor Huangdi, but is just a small rattle, it is also made of Kuiniu skin and can be barely used), or the Xingtian Blood Jade that contains the wrath of Xingtian's heroic soul, these two are not prepared for it, so as long as it meets the requirements, it will be fine.

However, when Wu Xian carefully took out the third item from his arms, the little snake, which had always seemed indifferent to everything, suddenly showed an abnormal reaction.

Its originally lazy and casual vertical pupils suddenly shrank, and in the blink of an eye they narrowed tightly, almost condensing into a very thin gap, with only a faint but eye-catching light flickering in it.

The reason for such a stress reaction is actually very simple - because what appeared in front of the little snake at this moment was actually Wu Xian’s own left eye!

As we all know, for a wizard, the consequence of losing an eye is definitely not just a simple physical disability, but it means the loss of many extraordinary abilities beyond ordinary people's imagination.

However, even though he knew this, Wu Xian still chose to make such a huge and painful sacrifice without any hesitation when facing the mission of searching for the "Heavenly Dew".

The reason was that he had a compassionate heart. In order to cure this raging epidemic, Wu Xian was willing to pay such a high price, even his life.

You know, this left eye, known as the "Witch's Eye", contains incredible magical powers.

According to legend, people with "witch's eyes" can easily see through the boundary between the yin and yang worlds and gain insight into all kinds of ghosts and gods hiding in the dark.

However, it should be noted that not every member of the witch tribe is fortunate enough to possess this mysterious "witch's eyes".

In fact, only the ten great wizards and their carefully trained successors, after years of arduous training, have the possibility of obtaining this special gift from God.

Those wizards who have successfully opened the "Witch's Eyes" not only have the magical ability to see through yin and yang and understand ghosts and gods with their left eyes; at the same time, their right eyes are also not ordinary.

The right eyes of these wizards are often adept at identifying herbs and astrology, which makes them more adept at exploring the unknown world and solving various difficult problems.

Once upon a time, when the Heavenly Road was not cut off, wizards could even cultivate the Immortal Grass. This was one of the few places that had the Immortal Grass, except for the Heavenly Emperor's medicine garden.

The little snake could never have imagined that Wu Xian was willing to offer his left eye in order to obtain the "heavenly dew".

Of course, the little snake almost lost its composure not because it was shocked that this "Witch's Eye" belonged to Wu Xian himself.

Rather, Wu Xian's "Witch's Eyes" really came at the right time for it.

The little snake couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It was no wonder that person planned this. This endless stream of...

After examining the three offerings, the little snake nodded with satisfaction, then opened its mouth and swallowed them into its stomach in one gulp.

In an instant, accompanied by a dull roar, a crack suddenly appeared on the trunk of Jianmu, revealing an ancient wooden ladder that spiraled upwards.

These stairs look very old, covered with thick moss and dense ancient runes, revealing a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

"Climb this ladder to the top to obtain the dew from heaven. If you are not back by sunrise..."

A cold smile flashed in the little snake's eyes, and its big snake mouth actually outlined a hint of sarcasm and disdain.

I really don't know how a snake can do such a difficult move.

The little snake didn't care about Wu Xian's thoughts. Wu Xian, who only had one right eye left, was not much of a threat to it. So the little snake said coldly without any emotion: "Then your soul will be trapped in Jianmu forever, and become a beacon to guide the way forward for those who come after you."

After saying that, the little snake looked at Wu Xian meaningfully, then flashed and disappeared back into the crack of the bark.

Looking at the stairs in the tree hole, Wu Xian did not hesitate at all. He walked over step by step, each step being extremely firm.

Although he didn't know why, he felt a vague hostility from the snake. Although the little snake tried its best to hide it, it was still captured by Wu Xian.

However, none of this matters. The most important thing now is to get the Tianlu.

Wu Xian walked step by step with unwavering determination, climbing up the stairs one step at a time.

Amid the rolling clouds and mist, Wu Xian had already climbed up the stairs steadily with unquestionable determination. The soles of his shoes collided with the ancient wooden steps, making a dull and firm sound of "Beep! Beep! Beep!", and he stepped onto the last step.

All around, the huge branches of Jianmu, which covered the sky and the sun and had to be looked up at in the human world, now spread out in all directions. Each leaf was flashing with a strange light, as if whispering the secrets of the ancient times.

Wu Xian keenly discovered that a branch of Jianmu extended directly to the Tianquan Pool and was submerged in it.

Could it be that this Tianquan Pool exists to irrigate Jianmu?

Without time to think deeply, Wu Xian subconsciously looked around. After all, as the Wu Xian of this generation, this was his first time in the heaven.

When arriving in a strange place, the first priority is to familiarize yourself with the environment. Otherwise, you may die without knowing how you died.

Finally, Wu Xian stepped out and stood on the wilderness of heaven. The ground beneath his feet seemed like a dreamland, with exotic flowers and plants blooming wantonly, petals shimmering with sparkling light, and stamens emitting a rich and mysterious fragrance, intertwined in the lingering fairy mist.

Wu Xian found himself in the middle of a wilderness. As far as the eye could see, there was a "grassland" full of endless rare spiritual plants.

It was just too quiet. Except for the occasional sound of the wind, there was no one else in the entire space except Wu Xian himself, and not even a bird's song could be heard.

Not far from him, a pool of heavenly spring water was flowing quietly and silently. Surrounded by spiritual mist, it was emitting a soft halo. This was the place where the heavenly dew that could cure all diseases was located.

Wu Xian felt it silently. Based on his experience, how could the treasures of heaven and earth not have guardian beasts?

Sure enough, it didn’t take long for Wu Xian to capture the guardian beast of Tianquan Pool - a small green snake.

This little green snake was coiled by the Tianquan Pond, hiding among the green magical grass.

If the scales of the little green snake had not flashed coldly in the dim light, Wu Xian might not have been able to catch it.

Feeling Wu Xian's gaze, the little green snake no longer hid. Since it had been discovered, it simply raised its pointed head, and its tongue stuck out from time to time, making a hissing sound.

Wu Xian looked at the little green snake and suddenly felt puzzled. The expression and appearance of this snake was so similar to the little snake that Jianmu transformed into?

But now, his left eye, which had the ability to see through yin and yang and ghosts, has been given to the little snake. Although his remaining right eye is good at identifying herbs and astrology, it cannot see through the origin of the little green snake. He can only rely on astrology to capture a hint of cause and effect from the subtle changes in the stars.

Wu Xian took a deep breath, suppressed the doubts in his heart, his eyes became sharp as an eagle, and began to think of a strategy to defeat the enemy.

However, he knew nothing about the little green snake, and because he lost his left eye, his cultivation was reduced by half. For the time being, there was really no better solution.

When two enemies meet on a narrow road, the bravest will win. Never mind, they are on opposite sides anyway, there is no way to resolve it peacefully, Wu Xian was too lazy to think about it anymore.

Since we are going to take action, let's seize the initiative.

Wu Xian was seen mumbling something and quickly forming seals with his hands. In an instant, the surrounding flowers and plants seemed to come alive, and their branches and leaves began to dance wildly, spreading towards the little green snake.

The little green snake narrowed its pupils, but was not in a hurry. It opened its mouth and a cloud of green poisonous mist gushed out. Wherever the poisonous mist went, the flowers and plants withered instantly and turned into a pool of black water.

Upon seeing this, Wu Xian stepped back quickly, made a gesture with his hands, and a huge rock suddenly rose from the ground, blocking the invasion of the poisonous fog.

Fortunately, medicine and poison have been inseparable since ancient times, and Wu Xian still has some knowledge about poison. This time he reacted in time and completely avoided the poison of the little green snake.

Seeing that its attack missed, the little green snake shot out like an arrow, as fast as lightning, and pounced towards Wu Xian, its fangs flashing a cold green light.

There is no need to think too much, even a fool can see that if you are bitten by those poisonous fangs, you will die instantly.

Wu Xian quickly dodged to the side to avoid the attack. At the same time, he took out a handful of powder from his sleeve and sprinkled it into the wind. The powder instantly turned into countless golden spots of light and rushed towards the little green snake.

The little green snake twisted its body and shuttled between the light spots. Suddenly, it stopped abruptly, opened its mouth wide, and sprayed an even stronger stream of venom towards the light spots. The venom collided with the light spots, making crackling sounds. The golden light spots were extinguished instantly and turned into wisps of green smoke.

The vertical pupil of the little green snake shrank into a slit. This Wu Xian was still quite capable, and he had never been tricked by him from the beginning to the end.

But so what? !

The highest realm of poisoning is to be silent and contactless. In this piece of air, a lot of poison has been released silently by himself.

snort!

Since you dare to come to Tianquan Pond, don't leave. These flowers and plants have not been fertilized for a long time.