"Just wait for Master Yang"

As he waved his long sleeves, the ground trembled, and a circular object wrapped in heavy talismans and laws rose slowly.
This thing is the core of the black wind bandit station.
Being wrapped by the array law, Zhou Jia found it for a short time, but he didn’t find it. Even watching the sky is not bad. It seems to be a key.
And the key is Xiao Guoliang’s weapon.
"Sure enough"
Sheep element eyes a bright without hesitation to throw the sword in his hand.
The sword turns into a streamer and disappears into a circular object. The law immediately spreads itself to reveal the truth.
A frozen vine has a spiritual fruit.
Lingguo seems to absorb all the nutrients from the vine, which is full and smooth, while the vine is dying and weak.
"Nature’s fruit!"
Seeing this thing, sheep eyes flashing.
"Two things are just like you and me."
"Not bad"
Zhou Jia hand Toba nodded slowly.
"The root of the spirit is almost withered, but it is difficult for these celestial beings to want to die, and there are divine vines in their bodies that can be used to refine artifacts and roots can grow again."
"Lingguo can prolong life, even thousands!"
"hmm"
Two people glances at the same time.
"I want Linggen!"
"I want Lingguo!"
Sheep element chose Lingguo and blurted out the instantaneous expression, that is, a loose eye and a thoughtful eye. If there is any meaning, look at Zhou Jia.
The choice of two people is just different, but there are many contradictions.
However, Zhou Jia’s choice greatly surprised him.
Although the spirit root is easy to be refined into a false artifact, it can’t be achieved overnight. The outside world is naturally extremely precious, but this fragmented world is nothing. It takes some time for even low-grade silver to start with divinity.
Far less than it can prolong people’s lives by thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
To revive Linggen and bear fruit again …
These spiritual roots of heaven and earth, even if they bear the shortest fruit, will flower once every thousands of years and bear fruit once every tens of thousands of years.
Tens of thousands of years!
Who can afford to wait?
Maybe …