Chapter one hundred and forty-seven, the Peach King of Hell

"please take it out if the exchange is successful! The merit point is seventy-eight thousand now, please check it. "

Sun Ce's consciousness tore apart, and a meteorite was instantly absorbed by Sun Ce's consciousness, and a stone the size of two fists fell into Sun Ce's hand.

The meteorite, non silver, non iron, non gold, non copper, was not of any earthly substance, and even Sun Ce did not know what it was, but Sun Ce was sure that it was very hard, material does not belong to any kind of material, selling 5,000 points of merit is some cheap.

The meteorite was gray and white in color, a little ordinary, Sun Ce immediately confirmed the object, is the Dynamite into the space ring.

Subsequently, Sun Ce Shenzhi again invaded the merits tablet, since the gun, it is looking for the gun body, this time the need for materials, to be very large, Sun Ce constantly in the merits tablet to find the appropriate materials.

The crucible, at the very least, is the forged material, and the attributes, and Sun Ce is also looking at other celestial objects, looking for things like ice beads or firestones, which can increase the fire and ice attributes of the original soldiers, perhaps it can also inspire the special source soldier skill, this is to rely on the luck, not all source soldiers, can have the source skill.

"Heavenly Mahogany? "

Sun Ce suddenly saw a piece of glowing wood, that on the wood, exudes endless spiritual power, the brilliance of the wood properties, constantly exudes.

Sun Ce's consciousness approached the Mahogany, which was more than a man's height and had a long ring, and Sun Ce's heart beat with excitement. The mahogany had been alive for tens of thousands of years, and there were still signs of life, not quite dead yet.

The so-called Tianling Mahogany, is those ancient trees, the absorption of Heaven and Earth Aura, together with luck, resulting in the wisdom of the trees, they have their own thinking, with magic, can be filled with mountains, and even into human form, everything has a spirit, except mosquitoes.

Any living creature can become a fairy road, Sun Ce in heaven, is also to see a lot of plants from the cultivation of the celestial beings, but across the three worlds, very few, plant growth tens of thousands of years, how difficult it is, more difficult than people to practice.

This piece of Tianling Mahogany has been around for tens of thousands of years at least, and it has even produced a little bit of wisdom. These kinds of things are generally used to absorb Reiki, and are extremely suitable for those who practice wood properties to absorb it, crazy xianmen almost no wooden attributes of the existence of people, or wood attributes of the physical people, if the attributes are not right, the absorption of the aura is very little, all, this section of Mahogany, also no one used, in the merit tablet hanging.

Sun Ce looked at the price and gasped. Three hundred thousand merit!

"This is the good stuff! "

Sun Ce had his eye on the Mahogany, which he used to make the body of his gun. It wasn't very good, but it gave him the attributes of wood. It was an adventure, not a demand. It wasn't the best material for the body, but it was a good fit, Sun Ce thought.

"You've been looking at me for a long time, little boy! "

Sun Ce was thinking, when suddenly within that piece of Mahogany, the Voice of consciousness, Sun Ce immediately even if very surprised, but also a short time to recover calm.

This section of Mahogany, unexpectedly had the wisdom, was chopped into this, and vitality! I mean, it's incredible.

"You're alive? "

Sun Ce was amazed that the piece of Mahogany was still alive. It was as if the voice was trying to imitate the voice of a human being.

"You weren't afraid. I used to talk to the disciples, and they'd run away, thinking it was a hallucination. "

The mahogany went on, and Sun Ce said.

"I've been on this monument for one thousand, five hundred long years. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of living like this. I'm sick of it. Buy Me and absorb me. "

The Voice of the myrtle tree, Languid and helpless, said to Sun Ce.

"How can you be wise? It's amazing that you can endure the loneliness of being silent and uncaring for one thousand, five hundred whole years in the tablet of merits and virtues. "

Sun Ce boasted heartily of how, in the darkness of the tablet, an intelligent being had withstood his loneliness.

"I am a tree, born to take root in the same place and break the Rock, never shake, this little lonely, still calculate what? "

That mahogany seems to be learning to laugh, helpless self-mockery.

"take me away, absorb me, I don't want to live, anyway, the only life can be so. "

Said the Mahogany to Sun Ce.

When Sun Ce spoke to the Mahogany, he found that it was no less intelligent than the human race. According to Sun Ce, there was no such thing as a ten year old boy, it gave Sun Ce a sense of desolation, as if he had seen everything in the world.

"How old are you. "

Sun Ce asked suddenly of the Mahogany.

"How old? Hahaha, I don't know how old I am. It seems that I was just a branch of a huge peach tree when I wasn't born. I was abandoned by the main tree trunk. If you count from the day I was abandoned, it has been one hundred and fifty thousand years now."

Said the Mahogany, sorrowfully.

"So, you are just a branch on the main branch, abandoned for one hundred and fifty thousand, wait, one hundred and fifty thousand, Peach Tree! You are the branch of the Peach King in Hell? "

Sun Ce was saying something, when he thought of something, and asked directly about the peach tree. Sun Ce asked, wide eyed and incredulous, about the peach tree.

"Who are you to know the Peach King of Hell? "

That piece of Mahogany, after hearing Sun Ce's words, was even more shocked than Sun Ce, you know, the Peach King of hell, but has been living in the depths of hell, do not know how long has survived, seems to exist in general, hundreds of millions of years, one hundred billion years, it is the first product of the growth of hell, the peach king, has been growing in hell, the three circles of people, know very little.

However, the Peach King of Hell, one hundred and fifty thousand years ago, suddenly came to the heaven, and then swept the four directions, the whole heaven, the people and horses, add up, and then drove the Peach King of Hell back to the hell, that day, the sky was dark, the whole heaven broken, countless God king died, the door faction was destroyed, but Sun Ce also participated in that battle, that day, is simply the whole heaven of havoc, Heaven Heaven Broken, the plane collapse, the God king fell ten million, only to cut down the two branches of the Peach King, finally the Peach King returned to hell, quiet down.

Since then, no one knows, hell, the growth of a terrible peach king!

"judging by your reaction, you must be one of the thousands of pieces that the king of Hell threw away one hundred and fifty thousand or four years ago, when he was sent back to hell, in order to alleviate his injuries. "

Sun Ce asked the peach king with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Who the hell are you! "

That section of Mahogany, shocked incomparable, toward the Sun Ce Bellow.