Thousands of branches and leaves began to grow wildly.
But I don’t know the name of this tree. It bears no fruits, only flowers and leaves.
The flowers and leaves are scarlet, and the petals are all red. Large tracts spread out before the eyes, dyeing the pure white world bright red. The scorching crimson is like a prairie fire, but it does not show vitality, but reveals a kind of death. The feeling of late autumn in Zhuang Su flows all the way to the horizon, and I don’t know where it leads.
"This flower?" Wang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling familiar.
Balian pointed at the huge crack in the tree. The golden sap inside rolled into a circle and drew a formation space. He deliberately broke Wang Yi's thoughts at the moment and said lightly: "The disaster is approaching, please give me a favor." Move.”
Gu Sansong's expression was serious: ""The Art of Talisman"? This is the famous secret art of the Snow City Lord of Shifang City. How could you, a young master of Wuming Palace, learn such a secret art?"
Balian said calmly: "How I learned this secret technique is naturally because there is some hidden secret. You and I are not relatives, but we are still enemies. Why should I tell you?"
This dignified and matter-of-fact attitude left Gu Sansong speechless.
But Wang Yi saw the secret. Just now, the old man made himself into a half-man, half-puppet. He said he was half-man, half-puppet, but in fact the part of the puppet was far greater than his own body, and this unknown tree The dead tree is the main body of the puppet.
Just now, Balian's sword slashed the old man's soul to pieces, completely pulling that part of his body out of the tree.
The tree then became an ownerless artifact and should have withered.
However, Balian used a talisman technique to resurrect the tree, and its vitality was much richer than when it was decayed just now.
If everyone hides in this tree, will they be able to survive this disaster?
Thinking of this, Wang Yi was quite surprised: "It's just the Demon King and this Mermaid girl. They were traveling with the Young Palace Master, but I didn't expect that I would have a grudge against the Ancient Alliance Leader and the Young Palace Master. At this point, the Young Palace Master is still so generous and allows us to take refuge together regardless of previous grudges. I am very touched."
Bailian said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Master Wangyi River is a very thoughtful master. Now that things have come to this point, why bother to make excuses here? If I abandon you two and let you be exposed to disaster, I will only let the three of us." People hide in trees for refuge, and dogs jump under the wall in a hurry. If we can't save it, the tree will be destroyed and we will be buried together. For this reason, if we want to escape unscathed, we are in the same boat and need to advance and retreat together. What does the Lord of Wangyi River think?"
Under the hood, Wang Yi's dark mist-shrouded eyes flickered slightly, and then he smiled warmly and said, "This is natural."
Bailian had already taken the lead into the cracked space in the tree.
Demon Emperor Ao Jiang and Shark Girl Gu Yue followed closely behind.
Wang Yi also stepped up to follow, but was grabbed by the arm by Gu Sansong, who had a gloomy and serious face.
Wang Yi looked back and met his deep eyes, only to hear him whisper: "That boy has such a kind heart, aren't you afraid that there is fraud in it?"
Wang Yi smiled faintly and said: "The disaster is coming. Now we can only trust him. Even if it is a pirate ship, we have to board it."
Seeing his tepid old fox look, Gu Sansong felt even more resentful and angry. He said with a sullen face, "Don't show off to me here. You are carrying me on your back with this old immortal thing." Sooner or later, I will settle this matter with you!"
Wang Yi's voice was calm: "I'll wait and see."
The two of them secretly argued with each other, not daring to delay any longer. When the tree hole closed, they flew in.
As soon as Wang Yifang entered the space inside the tree, he noticed something was wrong. From the outside, the tree could accommodate three people, but now it had more than enough room for four of them. As soon as the figure settled down, he sensed the space where he was standing. The position is actually standing in the place of calamity.
The ancient three pine trees beside him were actually standing in a disaster-stricken place.
The withered black vines were densely entangled like powerful black snakes.
Gu Sansong's complexion changed drastically, and the spiritual energy all over his body surged, trying to shake off the tree vines that were tightly entangled around him. However, when the spiritual energy broke free, a strong and severe pain was felt throughout his body.
It's as if the roots and vines trying to shatter the body are tightly connected with one's own physical body.
It was obviously a tree vine that broke free, but it was as painful as cutting out one's own flesh and blood.
Wang Yi's face was gloomy for a moment, but he did not struggle violently at the first moment like Gu Sansong. He watched with cold eyes as the black vines wrapped around him began to burn with unknown white flames. .
"Old Alliance Leader, you don't have to waste your efforts. The talisman technique of Palace Master Lin just now has easily changed the inscription array of this tree puppet. After entering the body of this tree puppet, our body energy will be integrated with this place. Under the control of Palace Master Lin’s mental power, we may have replaced the person in the tree just now, and now we have become a half-puppet of the tree."
"Although this life will not last too long, in the short term, neither you nor I can escape this embarrassing situation.
What is a half-puppet body? Every branch of this tree will be integrated with our body. Cutting off the roots of the vine is tantamount to cutting off the flesh and bones. Therefore, I advise the ancient leader not to do useless work. Good. "
Gu Sansong looked at Bailian with a sinister look: "How dare a good boy plot against me?!"
Wang Yi was thinking deeply. As soon as he set foot here, he had already guessed Bai Lian's plan in his heart, and he was filled with great anger. On the surface, it was still difficult to see any emotion at all.
His voice was as calm as before, and he said calmly: "Palace Master Lin said that we were on the same boat, but now he acts like Ling, inviting us two to go into the tree together. He took refuge, but he cast the two of us as a talisman. Most of the power of the current disaster is really a good plan."
Bailian said disapprovingly: "Even so, Lord Wangyi and the ancient alliance leader are better off than directly facing the power of the disaster in the outside world. With the external body of this tree puppet to resist, the two of them can at least protect their lives."
Wang Yi sneered: "Even if you save your life, you are still seriously injured. Now that everything is over, the two of us can be at your mercy. At this time, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable than death?"
Bailian didn't argue with him at all.
He even took the initiative to scatter the tree vines on the two of them very considerately, and the gradually closing gaps in the trees opened again. He said lightly: "If you two feel that staying here is worse than death, then you can just leave. , I will never stop it."
Wang Yi: "..."
Gu Sansong: "..."
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The tribulation intention, as white as silver snow, began to bloom from the depths of the vast sea like a huge silent sea of flowers.
The cold, silent, distant, and steady meaning of death spreads in the deep sea causing disaster.
A hundred thousand miles of continuous volcanoes were razed to the ground in an instant, and everything in the golden sea, monsters and creatures in the sea, even though their sanity was eroded, they still felt the numb, cold and fearful feeling brought by death.
They fled quickly in the endless dark sea.
But the white 'sea of flowers' of death under the sea is chasing all the living creatures in the sea in what seems to be a slow but actually fleeting moment.
In the faint sparkling light reflected in the dark depths of the seabed, Cang Nanyi, dressed in light clothes, floated in the sea water. Her long black hair floated in the sea water behind her, like a cold and dustless lotus lantern.
She was floating above the calamity, but she seemed like a guest from outside the world who did not belong to this world. Her extremely indifferent and graceful face carried an indescribable Tsinghua temperament.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the seeds of disaster that she had bought with her own hands. They began to bloom in an unknown place for ten thousand years and spread in the wild sea.
Her eyes were ruthless and without joy, and she did not show any trace of guilt towards all the creatures in the sea that were about to disappear due to her own disaster techniques. She had no worries, no hindrances, no attachments.
Under this thin and slender skin, it seems that it can catch any good, bad, and good causes.
She is not a person who is good at depicting desolation.
It seems that everything happening in front of you is very few and lackluster.
Thunder disasters spread across the seabed, chasing and driving away all things.
All the monsters on the seabed screamed in unison, and the huge, snow-white long whale sang sadly on the seafloor, with several beluga calves wrapped in its arms. Even with all their sanity lost, the mother's instinct to protect her calves and offspring remains indelible. .
Those young whales cuddled up in the arms of the mother whale in fear. The golden holy energy in the sea water had already polluted their spirits. They manically stabbed the mother whale with their newborn young sharp spines, polluting them. Their violent temper makes them unwilling to be protected by such confinement.
Bright red blood spread into threads on the bottom of the sea, and the female whale screamed incessantly.
The snow-white fingers under the floating sleeves were slightly curled, and Cangnan Yi sighed softly in his heart. The god without sorrow or joy held his two fingers together and raised them in front of his lips. A wisp of divine fire ignited from the white jade fingertips. , but it disappeared in an instant.
Seeing that the huge sea of white flowers on the bottom of the sea has spread, the mother whale's huge back is bursting with charred marks, and the flesh and blood under the charred blackness is quickly annihilated into nothingness, and the sound of the whale's cry becomes more and more intense.
Looking at the fingertips that showed no feedback from the divine fire, Cang Nanyi's eyes were calm and cold, as if he had never been moved by his lost power from beginning to end.
But life is before our eyes, from existence to emptiness, from birth to death. Even if it is under the skin of a god, is it really unmoved?
Cang Nanyi didn't even have time to think about this problem. She only had time to realize what it felt like to be "powerless".
A substantial flower actually grew out of the pure white flower-like desolate fire and thunder.
The bright red flowers are like the cold and bright red lotus blooming in hell.
When he opened the gaping wound, the desolate fire and thunder struck away the life. Thousands of Manjushuahua bloomed in an instant, swallowing it up all of a sudden.
The mother whale's scream and the young whale's angry cry suddenly stopped in an instant.
And what stopped suddenly at this moment was not just the sound of the whale, but the death of everything.
It seemed like a death that was more real than the desolate fire and thunder, quietly but rapidly devouring everything on the seabed.
(I have been coughing for a week, and finally started to have a fever today. Sorry for the late update. I will update 3,000 words first, and there will be 2,000 words left during the day, and then 5,000 words after early morning.)
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