As the night became darker, several canoes were shuttled back and forth on the lake, carrying a large number of prey, fruits and herbs, and the people who returned home on the island. Have you seen it?

Three round blue moons appeared quietly in the sky, shining brightly with a hint of cold moonlight in the sky. Ji Hao sat cross-legged on a big branch, playing with the Daoyun fruits picked a few days ago, and quietly looking at the direction of the island.

Some kind of plant similar to dandelions was planted on the island. At night, these plants sprayed a large number of seeds when blown by the night wind. The seeds that drifted in the wind emitted a faint white light, illuminating the entire island very brightly.

There was laughter and joy coming from the wind. Ji Hao's eyes were sharp-eyed. He saw a pair of handsome "men and women" holding hands, leaving the village on the island, and sneaking into the long grass outside the village. The grass swayed rhythmically, and occasionally frightened a few timid little beasts.

Ji Hao smiled and looked at this scene with great interest in life, which reminded him of the past in the Southern Wilderness Jungle. The bold and bold boys and girls in the tribe were also pursuing their happiness enthusiastically and bluntly.

Xiaolu was lying in the grass under the big tree, gnawing on the tender grass bit by bit. From time to time, dark green runes flashed by his body, and he was digesting the Taoist fruit that Ji Hao fed him. It was obvious that his qualifications were not very good. After several days, he was still trying to absorb the secrets of the laws contained in the fruit.

The Taoist fruit in his hand was heavy, with a strong force that was so fierce that it was almost exploded. After playing with it for a while, Ji Hao opened his mouth and threw the fruit into his mouth and swallowed it.

A colorful divine light was emitted from the round tripod in the lower abdomen, and the fruit of Daoyun was swallowed by the round tripod.

After about a quarter of an hour, the dark green rhymes that were like streams flowed out of the round tripod and turned into exquisite runes and flew towards Ji Hao's soul.

A breeze blew quietly beside Ji Hao, and Ji Hao's body was shrouded in a faint green light.

As Ji Hao's soul continued to analyze the "Law of Wood" in this world contained in the Daoyun Fruit, Ji Hao felt that the rejection of himself by the surrounding heaven and earth was slowly decreasing. His understanding of this world gradually strengthened, and he had a little more control over the power derived from the law of wood such as wind and thunder in this world.

By analogy, or by other people's stones can attack jade. Ji Hao took this Taoist fruit, which strengthened his understanding of the world. At the same time, he also had a little more understanding of the great laws of the innate Jia wood and acquired Yi wood in the great world to which he belonged.

What satisfied Ji Hao even more was that after the round tripod in his lower abdomen refined the Daoyun fruit, an extremely huge chaotic aura was released. Ji Hao took it into his body, and his whole body felt hot again, and the veins and witch acupoints were strengthened again.

The Daoyun fruit that Xiao Lu had not digested for several days was completely absorbed in Ji Hao in just one quarter of an hour.

"It's interesting!" Ji Hao threw the last Taoist fruit into his mouth. He continued to close his eyes and quietly realized the strange power of the spiritual wood in this world.

As time passed by little by little, Ji Hao calculated the time accurately according to his heartbeat.

There are about sixteen hours a day and one night in this world, eight hours a day, and eight hours a night. Ji Hao counted silently. After three full moons rose, he suddenly shook his body and lightly controlled a breeze and flew towards the island opposite to the lake.

Xiao Lu, who was lying under the tree, raised her head, looked at Ji Hao in surprise, then shook her head, and continued to lie in the grass nest and eat the tender grass.

Gently crossed the lake more than ten miles wide, surrounded by breeze, Ji Hao landed silently, invading the woods on the island like a ghost, and entering the villages established by these indigenous people.

According to the general commonality of smart creatures, the more important the person, the more important the building is placed in the core of his settlement. Ji Hao carefully walked through the big trees and kept diving into the depths of the island.

Among the countless hanging wooden houses above, the murmurs of the indigenous people in their dreams came faintly, and the huge bird nests mixed with the wooden houses. Occasionally, the crisp chirping of young birds came. The indigenous people also set up posts in some places, and some people were vigilantly monitoring the surroundings at night, but no one showed Ji Hao's movements.

In the long grass, there were many small animals with an exaggerated length of about three feet long and an exaggerated nose shuttled back and forth. These small animals were obviously spiritual beasts raised by the natives to watch the night guards. They raised their heads from time to time, and their noses were twitching rapidly, trying to identify the various smells in the night wind.

Ji Hao's ** is comparable to the Witch Emperor. His control over himself has reached an extremely terrible level. After the pores are closed, Ji Hao's breath has not leaked out. In addition, after taking two Daoyun fruits, he surrounds himself with a breeze, so it is even more impossible for any odor to spread out.

He invaded all the way, without disturbing anyone or beasts, and easily arrived at the center of the island.

An extremely thick tree grew here. The tree with a diameter of over a hundred feet is like a huge mushroom, steadily on the ground. Below the big tree, the natives built a spacious wooden house. Through the open door, Ji Hao saw a wooden carved portrait enshrined in the wooden house, with flowers, fruits and various animal meat tributes in front of the statue.

The spiritual consciousness enveloped the wooden house. There was nothing unusual inside and outside the wooden house, which was twenty feet long and wide, without ambush, no traps, and no magic power fluctuations. Only in the corner of the wooden house, an old man with almost black head was sitting cross-legged quietly. His eyes were closed and his breath was long, and he obviously fell into a deep state of meditation.

In front of the old man, a thick book made of animal skin was placed on a small wooden table. Ji Hao faintly felt the subtle fluctuations of mana from the book.

In addition to the book, there is also a narrow sword shaped like leaves on the table. The dark green sword spews out a slight strong wind from time to time. The light green wind that can be seen in the naked eye is swirling around the old man with a "whisper" sound. The old man's long and beard fluttering from time to time with the strong wind.

Ji Hao's spiritual sense carefully observed the short sword.

The old man is practicing, so this short sword is the defensive restriction he has set up for his own practice?

However, the power of this short sword is not very good. Although I don’t know the material of the short sword, judging from the power aura emitted by the short sword, it is probably equivalent to the low-grade witchcraft that has about twenty runes forged by the witch priests of the Fire Crow tribe himself.

Ji Hao smiled, walked into the wooden house lightly, quietly arrived in front of the old man, and grabbed the short sword. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!