Forest of Death.

Natural tribes.

This tribe is not big, and there are star source stones bigger than fists everywhere, and the light of the star source stones is constantly flickering, and the light is like day.

And in this tribe, where all the places can be seen, there are only wooden huts and thatched huts.

In addition to trees, you can also see some plants and crops in Fangyuan, this tribe, in another sense, has entered the era of farming.

Of course, the crops they grow lack some nutrients, so the people of the tribe are physically disabled, and most of them do not live to be thirty or forty years old.

Song Shan and Fang Nanyi met the tribal chief, who was already the oldest.

At this time, in the middle of the tribe, the divine light flickered, and in the light, a huge tree, which seemed to be a dead old trunk before, suddenly came to life, and directly opened the branches, each branch was like a pillar to the sky, across the four directions, covering the sky and the moon, as if the entire tribal area was shrouded in it.

All the people of the tribe were on their knees, and they shouted reverently and respectfully at the ancient tree.

“@#%￥@#%@%！”

“@#%￥@#%@￥%！”

Song Shan couldn't understand what they called, but he could feel the atmosphere, which was a manifestation of the devout believers' faith coming.

"The Divine Tree has been resurrected!"

At this time, what Song Shan heard was the voice of the plug, a very pious voice, a feeling that there was no other and no self, as if there was only such a divine tree in front of him.

"Shenmu?"

Song Shan raised his head and looked at this big tree, and his heart was slightly awe-inspiring.

"Song Shan, what's going on?"

Fang Nanyi woke up at this time, she looked at this scene a little strangely, obviously she was still resting in the wooden house, but why was she here.

"Don't talk!"

Song Shan pulled Fang Nanyi and hid her behind him.

This tree is dangerous.

Very dangerous.

Even he, a farmer who had received the ancient inheritance in the world, was a little afraid, after all, he was also the one who had seen the power of the immortal tree, the threat of the crystal orchid, and the power of the tulip flower.

But all the plant beings that can give birth to the true spirit of the self have powerful offensive and defensive powers, and within a certain range, they are actually invincible.

At this moment, a man dressed like a priest, holding a cane, came out of the treehouse, and he reverently said to the trees, as if it were the language of the tribe, and as if it were not.

What he meant, Song Shan suddenly understood.

"Honorable God, you have finally awakened, your people, you have been waiting for a long time!" was the very, very pious joy of the tribal priests.

"Welcome to the coming of God!"

The people of the tribe became more religious.

The huge tree began to shake its branches, and the wood gave off a special light, and under this light, the people of the tribe began to boil.

“￥%#￥%......#！”

“#$%@%@！”

The whole tribe was boiling, and every tribesman who was bathed in the divine light emitted by the divine wood seemed to have experienced years of struggle at this moment, and finally liberated the voice, they were all screaming frantically, their kind of crying and laughing, such as sad and crying, made people listen to a kind of bitterness.

"What's wrong with them?"

Fang Nanyi was a little strange and asked Song Shan in a low voice.

Song Shan smiled bitterly, he felt this divine light, no wonder these tribesmen would be crazy, bathed in the light of life, what a lucky thing it was.

He also determined what kind of tree this divine tree in front of him was.

I really didn't expect to see the tree of life with the most colorful legends from Western mythology under the ground of Africa.

..................

At this time, the high priest who was bathed in divine light moved, he walked over, and glanced at Song Shan and Fang Nanyi deeply.

Especially the imprint of the flower on Fang Nanyi's forehead.

The high priest was an old man about the same age as the tribal chieftain, his eyes were unusually complicated, and he looked at the imprint of the flower on the other side, as if many years of attachment were gone.

In the high priest's heart, he really didn't expect that what he had guarded for so many years would be fused by others, and there would be no hope for immortality.

He had some feelings, but not much resentment.

The god seed can make people immortal, it is just a legend handed down by the tribal sages, whether it is true or not, and not many people really know it.

But over the years, it is indeed something that can be seen how many people's lives have been devoured by the divine seed.

So when the divine seed was stolen, he was even a little happy.

"What's your last name?" the high priest was very gentle, using the Chinese Chinese dialect, pure Chinese, and speaking more formal Mandarin than Sai.

He asked Fang Nanyi.

"My surname is Fang!" Fang Nanyi glanced at the high priest, and glanced at Song Shan, so it was not a matter of stalemate, Song Shan gave him a look, she stood up and replied to the high priest.

"Surname Fang?"

The high priest smiled faintly: "Did Fang Lun ask you to come back?"

"You know my cousin?"

"It turned out to be a cousin!" the high priest said softly: "He is really ruthless, his sister can dare to use it for experiments, it seems that he is really crazy!"

"Did you know my brother?"

Fang Nanyi is particularly concerned about Fang Lun's affairs.

"Acquaintance!"

The high priest whispered: "I saved him and taught him the magic of communicating with the gods, but in the end he took away the treasure in the temple, the seed of the flower of death in your body, he took it from the temple, and at the same time, he also took my dearest daughter!"

From the mouth of the high priest, Song Shan and Fang Nanyi determined that the one who stole the treasures of the natural tribe back then was Fang Lun.

And the one who gave the flower of death to Fang Nanyi was also Fang Lun.

This made Song Shan have a killing intent.

Fang Nanyi is Fang Lun's younger sister, Fang Lun can actually be so fierce, it is really vicious.

And Fang Nanyi was a little lonely.

She automatically asked for help, not to clean up the portal, no matter how fierce her mouth was, but Fang Lun was her bloodline relative in this world after all.

She wants to tell everyone that Fang Lun has not changed, and Fang Lun is still Fang Lun.

But at this moment, she had no way to say anything.

"If he really got your things, I will let him send them back, we people from the Hua Guo Fang family never take things that don't belong to us!"

Fang Nanyi saluted respectfully to the high priest, and then said.

At this time, many people are running away.

But escaping is not Fang Nanyi's style, the people of their old Fang family, what they do, they can let the old Fang family take care of it.

If she finds Fang Lun, she will bring Fang Lun here, and she doesn't say that she absolutely believes in their tribe, but at least she must confront them face to face, and she must admit her mistakes.

"What a Chinese girl, you are more responsible than him!"

The High Priest glanced at Fang Nanyi deeply: "I really hope that one day, you can find him, because I also want to ask, why did he do this?"

..................

"Stop!" the high priest turned and called Stop.

"High Priest!" Sei walked out, glanced at Song Shan and Fang Nanyi, and didn't say anything, but looked at the High Priest respectfully.

"Take them to the temple, God wants to see them!" said the high priest to Sey.

"Why?" Sai Wenyan, a little stunned, not very blessed: "God has not shown miracles for many years, and the people of our tribe have never seen God, why does God want to see them?"

"They woke up God!"

The high priest also looked at the two of them a little strangely, to say that although Fang Nanyi fused the god seed, it was impossible to alarm the sleeping god, after all, the god seed had been in the tribe for so long, and it was only a few years since it was lost, if it could be alarmed, it would have been alarmed a long time ago.

He thought that the problem was with Song Shan, that vine, he saw, the first time he saw someone who could use plants as weapons.

This is a very special person.

However, as a high priest, he has been serving the gods of their tribe all his life, and he never guesses about the gods, only obeys, and he said to Sai in a low voice: "Since the oracle is for you to take them to meet the gods, you can do the same!"

"Yes!"

Sebi nodded respectfully.

"You guys come with me!" Sai turned around and said to Song Shan indifferently.

"Are you still trying to kill us?"

Song Shan was a little guarded.

"God has actually warned us just now, don't kill evil, don't worry, we won't kill people!" Sai was a little angry: "But that person almost wiped out our tribe back then, you two must have something to do with him, if God doesn't allow it, I will definitely let you sacrifice to God!"

"Is this tree, your God?"

Song Shan raised his head and looked at the huge sacred tree.

"The sacred tree is just the abode place of the gods, and it is also the guardian of the gods, and the gods are the gods, and they are the supreme!" replied Song Shan indifferently.

"Really?"

Song Shan suspected that the so-called god was just this tree.

He obviously only felt that this sacred tree was a true spirit of the self, that is, if there was a god in this tree, it might be that tree spirit.

"The temple is on top of the Sacred Tree!"

Sai took Song Shan and Fang Nanyi and walked into a wooden cage, the wooden cage was simple, as if it was like a trapped beast cage.

And at this time, the wooden cage began to rise slowly.

"Human-powered elevators?"

Song Shan looked at it with some surprise, but there was no manpower around.

He looked at it again and suddenly understood that it was a tree vine, that is to say, the tree itself had already acted as the driving force for this human-powered elevator.

You guys really know how to play.

And so it goes.

............

They went up to the top of the tree, and above the top of the tree, there was a treehouse, and the tree was richly decorated, a hundred times more ornate than all the houses in the tribe.

"Go in, God awaits you in the temple!"

Sai stood respectfully at the door and said to the two.

The temple had been many times, but it was the first time that the god had been revived, and he was a little apprehensive, he didn't dare to enter without the call of the gods.

Growing up in a tribe, the faith of the tribe where God is is the life of all their tribesmen.

Song Shan pushed open the door and walked in with Fang Nanyi.

The outside looks a bit pretentious, but in fact, the inside is just a simple and ordinary treehouse, the lighting in the treehouse is still Xingyuan stone, the place is not small, and there are rows of wooden shelves on the left and right, and there are some special things on it, but this arrangement is 108,000 miles away from the layout of those churches in the West.

This is the Temple?

It's a bit disappointing.

"You're here!"

A figure seemed to come out of the void, and this figure gradually appeared in the light.

This is a young man in his twenties and thirties, and most importantly, he has black hair and black eyes, yellow skin, and looks like an Asian.

"You are the god of this tribe?"

Song Shan was surprised.

"Does the god of the West look like this, how does it feel like the god of our country?" Fang Nanyi muttered quietly.

Song Shan couldn't help but wonder: Do all the gods in the West look like this?

"God, don't count, if I were an omnipotent god, I wouldn't need to hide under this ground!" the young man sat down and said with a smile: "But this tribe has indeed served me for thousands of years, and I am also extending my life for them, they believe in me and regard me as a god, and I am willing!"

He speaks Chinese.

This is not new, Sai will say, the high priest will say, and the divine wood will say that it is not surprising, it seems that these sacred trees have grown for an unknown number of years, who knows how many goods they have in their stomachs.

For example, the immortal tree in your own house.

That old immortal is just an old guy who is hiding and tucking, if you don't take the initiative, there is no way to force out his ability.

"Are you the true spirit of the Tree of Life?"

Song Shan said tentatively.

"The Tree of Life, this name, it seems that a long time has passed!" the young man said with a smile, he looked at Song Shan's eyes, and there was a trace of abnormality: "You are really a very special person, it is the first time I have seen a human like you!"

He confessed.

Sure enough, it is the tree of life.

This is a sacred tree in the West, which has appeared in many myths in the West, some say that it gave birth to the Druids, and some say that it is the patron saint of the elves.

True or false are legends, but there are still many records about the tree of life.

Song Shan also looked for information in this regard.

The main reason is that he is interested in some divine trees, there is an immortal tree in his house, and a world tree has been planted, if he can plant the tree of life, the Fusang tree, these ancient divine trees, it will be a special achievement for him.

"Are you pulling the flower of death in her body?" Song Shan suddenly remembered something and asked the young man.

"Yes and no!"

The young man replied to Song Shan: "The flower of the flower of death on her body has been used by my origin for many years, if it is accurate, it can be regarded as my child, although its life imprint has been fused with human life, but after all, it is to condense the true spirit of the self, there are always some emotions, and when I get home, I am naturally excited!"

"I see!" Song Shan understood the reason why the flower of death would be devoured, the life of plants and human life are the same, it is not so easy to swallow, and when he encounters a familiar place and a familiar scene, he will be emotionally instinctively restless.

"How long have you lived?"

Song Shan asked suddenly.

He felt that the tree in front of him was older than the immortal tree, and older than the crystal orchid he had seen.

"How long have you lived?"

The young man thought for a moment and said, "I can't remember clearly!"

Long years.

Beneath this earth, it was as if he could no longer remember the passage of time, he was an immovable tree, his roots had been inserted into the lava at the center of the earth, and he was bound to this planet.

He lived like this, day after day, year after year.

He had forgotten that the years existed.