Chapter 423: The taste of the Devil Fruit, neither you nor I want to know

With one strike failing, the Willow King's self-preservation instinct was further stimulated, and thousands of willow branches on the whole tree were wielded together,

coordinating in battle to form a net of heaven and earth, intending to capture or kill Zhang Jie, who was constantly pushing forward.

When immortals fight, mortals suffer; the Ten-Thousand-Year Willow King went crazy, and within hundreds of meters,

any plant within its attack range was unlucky, all being cut into fine pieces.

Countless plant debris flew all over the sky, and the scene was a mess.

Willow branches that looked like they were woven from high-strength composite fibers smashed onto the ground like knife blades,

shaking up dust all over the sky, and with unabated momentum, they rolled and plowed on the ground,

creating a deep gully, raising a dirt dragon wherever they passed.

"Chaotic Cloak Knife Technique!"

Zhang Jie's expression remained unchanged, and the battle knife in his hand was wielded, forming a knife circle that not even water could penetrate.

At the same time, blessed by his transformed True Qi, the already sharp Blood Shadow Battle Knife became even more unstoppable,

severing all the branches wielded by the Willow King, and broken willow branches fell all over the ground.

If Zhang Jie were willing, it would only be a matter of time before he turned this Ten-Thousand-Year Willow King, this

"Thousand-Hand Guanyin," into a Venus de Milo with broken arms.

But Zhang Jie was not willing to tangle with the Willow King; it was not as if there were no other monsters on this Wu Dao.

"Drink!"

Zhang Jie gave a loud shout, True Qi erupted, and his speed, which already exceeded the speed of sound, became several points faster.

In the blink of an eye, he passed through the Willow King's attack range of nearly a thousand meters and arrived before its main body.

Swish, swish!

With its vital point approached, the entire Ten-Thousand-Year Willow King shook,

and all its branches attacked Zhang Jie at any cost, intending to force this dangerous enemy back.

"Nine-Layer Thunder Knife * Secret Technique * Square Inch Thunder!"

To avoid long delays, Zhang Jie directly used the strongest single-target killing skill he currently mastered.

The knife blade was like lightning, carrying a roar like thunder, severing the main trunk of the Ten-Thousand-Year Willow King, which had a diameter of several meters.

Although the Lei Shen is called the "Lei Shen" and the secret manual he created is also named "Thunder Knife,"

it actually does not involve the thunder attribute, but refers to the Lei Shen's knife technique being as rapid as thunder,

explosive, and the Nine-Layer Thunder Knife emphasizes the swiftness of speed and force exertion.

The secret technique Square Inch Thunder that Zhang Jie comprehended from it naturally

inherited this characteristic, just like the "Thunderbolt" comprehended by Luo Feng.

Crack, creak.

The hundred-meter-high Ten-Thousand-Year Willow King collapsed with a bang, splashing dust all over the sky.

"This old willow tree has no low strength."

Zhang Jie, who was gently wiping his battle knife, clicked his tongue and said.

Don't look at how the Ten-Thousand-Year Willow King was vulnerable in his hands and was slain under his knife within a few moves,

but that is because he is a cheater who uses cheats and is himself at an off-the-charts level.

If other martial artists were to hunt it, they would at least need to form an elite squad composed of at least three High-level War Gods,

and be equipped with high-frequency vibration weapons to break the defense of the Willow King's body, which is harder than high-strength alloys.

However, the tree heart of the Ten-Thousand-Year Willow King has the miraculous effect of assisting in breaking through to the Planetary level, so having this strength is as it should be.

Otherwise, the Spirits of Grass and Wood should have long been extinct in the wild.

"Uh, although this willow tree is called the Ten-Thousand-Year Willow King,

its age might only be a few decades, and it is still just a cute baby among willow trees."

Thinking that it has only been thirty-some years since the Great Nirvana, Zhang Jie laughed in surprise.

"Now is the time to harvest."

Withdrawing the ridicule in his heart, Zhang Jie rubbed his hands, not having touched the corpse yet,

uh, it is that he has not yet collected the tree heart of the Ten-Thousand-Year Willow King.

Walking to the middle part of the Willow King's trunk, Zhang Jie wielded his knife and began to perform a laparotomy on it.

Crack, crack!

In a few strokes, the Willow King's trunk was sliced into two halves by Zhang Jie.

In the middle and lower part of the trunk, a crystal-like substance about the size of a chicken egg, emerald green and translucent,

with liquid faintly flowing inside, was lying there quietly.

"Spirit of Grass and Wood!"

Zhang Jie's eyes lit up, spiritual power was activated, and he "grabbed" the crystal into his hand.

The moment he got it, a strong aura of life passed through his skin and spread throughout his whole body,

and every pore on his body opened wide, wanting to swallow this aura into his body.

He felt refreshed, as if he had arrived at a vast, boundless wilderness with grass everywhere and birds singing and flowers fragrant,

and that scene of great vitality and all things competing to grow was still before his eyes!

Zhang Jie knew that this was the life energy contained in the Ten-Thousand-Year Willow Heart leaking out.

In order not to let the efficacy of the Spirit of Grass and Wood diminish, Zhang Jie hurriedly took out a sealed alloy box from the package he was carrying,

which he had specifically exchanged with points for storing high-energy items like Spirits of Grass and Wood.

"First target, perfectly achieved!"

Zhang Jie happily put the sealed alloy box back into the package and carried it on his back.

……

While Zhang Jie was happily counting his harvest, a gaze at an unknown location was also staring at a screen.

What was playing on the screen was all of Zhang Jie's actions after stepping onto the Wu Dao,

and even the details of slaying the man-eating flower were on it.

"Finally, someone has come? To be able to comprehend the True Essence that only Planetary-level has at the Apprentice stage,

although it is still just a prototype, it also shows that this kid's physique and comprehension are not bad."

What the mysterious gaze was most concerned about was Zhang Jie using the blessing of True Qi to slay the Ten-Thousand-Year Willow King like chopping melons and vegetables.

"However, this matter alone doesn't explain anything; it's just a Planetary-level ant;

I still need to specifically test the brain domain width to determine this kid's specific potential."

The mysterious gaze moved in his heart, and he immediately had an idea.

……

"The Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit of Grass and Wood is in hand, so I have a bottom line; now I will go and try my luck again."

Zhang Jie touched his chin and started to continue rushing toward the center of the Wu Dao.

After slaying several thousand-year willow trees that were of the same clan as the Ten-Thousand-Year Willow King but whose strength was far inferior to it,

and harvesting several thousand-year Spirits of Grass and Wood, Zhang Jie arrived at the center of the Wu Dao.

A huge, pitch-black, bottomless cave lay across the center of the Wu Dao.

"There are heavenly treasures like Spirits of Grass and Wood here, so this cave is probably not simple; I'll go in and explore."

Zhang Jie muttered to himself, wrapped his combat suit with spiritual power, flew up lightly, and began to carefully go deep into the cave.

One hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

Zhang Jie descended for hundreds of meters in a row, but still did not see the bottom of the cave;

this seemed to be the bottomless pit that could lead directly to the center of the earth in mysterious legends.

Finally, more than a thousand meters down, Zhang Jie found a cave formed by a rock fault.

Along the fault, Zhang Jie went all the way down, gradually reaching three or four thousand meters underground.

At this time, the rocks were jagged, there was almost no place to stand, and from time to time there were underground dark rivers and caves,

and the air was extremely thin; martial artists without strong physical fitness would find it difficult to move underground.

However, Zhang Jie was not worried; he was a Spiritual Master, and he could fly!

Continuing to go down along the fault as if walking on flat ground, suddenly, Zhang Jie's nostrils twitched twice.

Thousands of meters underground, he actually smelled an aroma similar to cooked rice!

This aroma was faint, and if it weren't for his sense of smell being extremely sensitive after martial arts sublimation and several sharings,

he would probably have ignored it directly.

"What is it?"

Zhang Jie, who had read "An Actor's Self-Cultivation," was shocked. Maintaining vigilance, the battle knife on his back fell into his hand,

and he began to move slowly and carefully toward the source of the aroma. ===== CHAPTER 424 =====