Power of Life

Zhang Shiping Cold Smile inwardly. This old thing wasn't making a move himself, yet he was egging them on to Seek Death.

But none of it showed on his face. He sent back by voice transmission, "Fellow Daoist Shouyuan, you come from Shouxian Pavilion, foremost of the Holy Lands. The Spirit Transformation Fruit is right Before Eyes. Why don't you go pick it?"

True Lord Shouyuan's expression did not change. He transmitted, "This Seat has his own considerations. If Fellow Daoists are willing to act, This Seat can support you from the side."

Zhao Yuanji transmitted back, his tone carrying a hint of needling, "Support? Sounds nice. Isn't it just making us the pebbles that test the road?"

True Lord Mingxu's divine sense transmission also cut in. "Fellow Daoists, the Spirit Transformation Fruit is right Before Eyes. What are you still waiting for?"

Sun Dehou Cold Smile and transmitted, "Fellow Daoist Mingxu, you come from Tai Xu Sect, one of the Holy Lands. Your Cultivation level is profound, so why don't you act yourself?"

True Lord Mingxu's Facial Expression darkened, and he said no more. He knew clearly in his heart that the Holy Lands had Recorded that once a Spirit Transformation Fruit took human form, it possessed the strength of a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator; if it were an adult, it would possess the strength of a Spirit Transformation stage cultivator.

Zhou Wenyuan transmitted, "Fellow Daoist Shouyuan, Fellow Daoist Mingxu, the two of you both come from Holy Lands and are widely learned. Just what mystery lies in the protection around this Spirit Pool? Please state it plainly."

Inside the arched gate, more than a hundred Nascent Soul Cultivators each harbored their own schemes. Everyone was staring at the luminous white Small Tree by the Spirit Pool, staring