"Oops!" there was a tingling sensation in his head, and Zhang Jiabao hugged his head and screamed in pain.

As the eldest young bird poked the first beak, the other five or six young birds began to scramble to peck him. Perhaps it was because he felt his skull stumble and attack the rest of his body, pecking at the crumbs of the mud shell and making his skin a little red red.

Zhang Jiabao screamed again and again, and the giant bird folded its wings and stood aside, as if training the children's predatory habits.

"In the name of a thousand branches, Brother Bird will let me go!" Zhang Jiabao stretched out his right palm to show the giant bird while pulling away the young birds that were piled up on his body.

The giant bird tilted its head and looked at the thousand patterns on the palm of its hand for a while, and slowly paced over with its big feet with three pointed toes and claws, opening its sharp beak slightly, but not to eat Zhang Jiabao, but to open its cubs one by one.

"Sure enough!" Zhang Jiabao was secretly happy in his heart, these thousand patterns were the best talisman in the underground world.

"Thank you so much, if you bother Brother Bird one more thing, can you take me down?" Zhang Jiabao walked to the edge of the giant nest and made a downward swooping motion with his hand.

The giant bird did not react, and its cubs "chirped" and surrounded them again. Zhang Jiabao had an idea, untied the lizard meat hanging on his shoulder, and threw it among the young birds for them to eat.

"The grilled meat is much better than my raw meat. Zhang Jiabao said to the giant bird flatteringly: "Your child is so well-behaved." "I wanted to touch the young bird that was eating meat, but I was hit by the giant bird with its sharp beak.

A piece of more than ten catties of meat was divided after a while, and the young birds had bulging bellies, and they seemed to have eaten enough, and they didn't mean to entangle Zhang Jiabao. A young bird turned its back to its mother, and its fat round ass moved, squeezing out a drop of shit. The giant bird catches it with its beak and flies out of the nest with a fishy wind. Zhang Jiabao saw it drop its feces in the air, landed on the edge of a puddle and washed its mouth, and flew back again.

"Brother Bird, no, Sister Bird, can you take me to fly now. ”

Zhang Jiabao thought that the giant bird would bend down and let himself ride on, but he didn't expect the giant bird to open its mouth and clamp him, and throw his head outside the nest.

"That's not what I meant!" Zhang Jiabao shouted in the air. This giant bird is so stupid.

Fortunately, there are many vines around the nest, and I don't know how many nests have been built between the branches of the giant trees and the weeping vines.

Zhang Jiabao has been with his senior brother for almost a year, not in vain, when he flew diagonally, he aimed at a tree vine, reached out and grabbed it sensitively, and after swinging like an ape for a while, he slowly climbed down with his limbs between his limbs.

The vine is as thick as a wrist, and I don't worry about it breaking. Climb to the bottom, dozens of meters above the ground. However, not far away, there was a tall grass with big bags growing on it, and Zhang Jiabao exerted force on his waist to let himself swing around like a swing. When the vines swayed to a certain extent, he felt that he had gained momentum, and jumped into the grass.

It just fell into the sack-like nest of a grass, and the huge force smashed it and bent it, but its stem was very tough, and after a few shakes, it straightened up.

The moment he bent down provided a cushion for the force of the fall, and Zhang Jiabao did not fall in pain. Standing up and looking at it, the space inside the bale is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and it is oval. It is about two meters long and wide, and the depth is also more than two meters. The inner walls of the perimeter are covered with viscous fluid, and there is also knee-deep fluid at the bottom, which seeps through the mud shell and stings into the skin.

There was also a dense cluster of soft filaments sticking out of the middle of the effusion, and the filaments actually wrapped around a dragonfly more than a meter long, soaking its back in the effusion. The dragonfly's eyes bulged out like the size of a steamed bun, the two pairs of thin wings were already half-rotten, and a few feet wanted to struggle but were tightly clamped by the filaments.

Zhang Jiabao wanted to go up to see why these filaments had such great strength, but he was almost bitten by a dragonfly, so he inserted a bush branch into its mouth, and it turned out.

But at this time, the space in the straw bag seemed to be darkened, and Zhang Jiabao looked up to see that a huge leaf fell on the cover, and in a blink of an eye, the straw bag mouth was sealed tightly.

Zhang Jiabao poked it up with a slightly longer bush branch, and the leaf was as hard as an iron plate and could not hold up. If you stay here for a while, I'm afraid you'll end up with that dragonfly. Zhang Jiabao did not use the thousand-branch pattern on his right palm to communicate with this grass, but directly lit up the fireball to burn those filaments. Because he felt that this carnivorous herb and Chizhi were not even the most distant relatives, and he didn't know if it had eyes.

A part of the filament was curled up by the fireball, and there was a sharp sound at the bottom, and then the giant leaf on the top opened a hole. Zhang Jiabao took the opportunity to jump hard and climbed out.

After landing, Zhang Jiabao quickly ran towards the trunk of the ancient tree in the center. Not all creatures in this underground world have spirituality, and when they see Qianzhitu, they treat him as a guest. Even if he was spiritual, he might have killed him with a sneak attack before he could show his pattern.

No, as soon as he escaped from the straw bale, several erect lizards about the size of dogs quietly followed. Zhang Jiabao threw a fireball over, and they scattered in a hurry, hanging far away without giving up. For now, getting the help of the central giant tree may be the only way to escape from the underworld, such a giant tree should be wise, and maybe it has condensed the godhead.

Zhang Jiabao walked along the magma river, so that the field of vision was wide, and even if there were creatures risking their demise, they could be found at the first time. Luckily, the road was safe, and the closer you got to the central tree, the less ferocious lizard-like monsters appeared.

When you get to the bottom of the giant tree in the center, you really feel its grandeur. What stood in front of me was not a tree trunk, but a wall that reached to the sky. There was not a single living creature around, and there were several erect lizards scattered in different places at the roots of the trees, of different species, large and small, all sick, as if they were treating the roots of the trees as a cemetery, waiting for death.

Zhang Jiabao avoided the old and weak dying creatures, found a remote corner, and pressed his palm to the trunk of the tree.

"Divine Tree, Divine Tree, I know you have a spirit, can you help me?"

I waited for a long time, but there was no response. Zhang Jiabao said again reverently: "In the name of a thousand ancient gods, I will wake you up." I need your help. Still no response. Zhang Jiabao tried a few more times, and it was all the same.

"Is it a stupid big guy?"

It seems that this tree is no different from other trees except for its ridiculously large size. But Zhang Jiabao didn't dare to give up, if this tree really didn't have spiritual intelligence, he didn't know how to leave this underground world.

Gritting his teeth in pain, Zhang Jiabao sharpened one end of a shrub branch, cut a wound on his right palm, and shed bright red blood, which was pasted to the trunk again.

After a while, a miracle happened. From near and far, tens of thousands of vines rose automatically without wind, and after a while, the branches and leaves of the entire canopy trembled. The giant birds that live high fly to and fro, the timid ones fly away from the branches they perch, and the nests return to their nests to protect their cubs. Even the beast howls that sounded from time to time in the distance converged one by one, as if panicked by the abnormality of the giant tree in the center.

"Hum—"

A dull and grand voice sounded in Zhang Jiabao's head, not human words, but it could make him understand.

"Thou art like a man, and thou art not man, what is it? ”

"I'm a man on the ground. Zhang Jiabao said.

"The sun and the moon are there. ”

"In. ”

"What is your relationship with the thousand ancient gods? ”

"A thousand branches are in trouble, entrust my body to me, and I must go out to resurrect it. ”

The giant tree was silent. The blood flowing in Zhang Jiabao's palm just now carried a trace of a thousand breaths, which instantly awakened it, and at the same time reminded it of a memory from a long time ago.

At the time of the Star Tribulation, it was a small tree bud that grew on the ground, and its wisdom was still in ignorance at that time. Several stars emitting flames and smoke pierced the sky and struck all corners of the world. Some smashed a huge whirlpool on the surface of the sea, and the boiling water steam flooded a large area of land, while others broke through the earth's crust and erupted magma from the ground in all directions, and the hot earth and rock rain that fell merged into a sea of flames and swallowed all living things.

At that time, the whole world was covered with dust, day and night, and the sun and moon could only be faintly seen. All the vegetation began to wither, all the birds began to fall, all the beasts began to fall.

The Qianzhi Ju clan dug into the ground in an attempt to carve out a new world suitable for survival underground. Some of them were killed by falling rocks, some were trapped in collapsed caves, and some were buried in magma. After many difficulties, they were almost wiped out, but they also dug many independent worlds large and small underground. The creatures on the ground followed in their footsteps, and some survived.

At that time, the bud of the lonely little tree was just taken to one of the wounds of the Thousand Ancient Gods along with the shaving soil, and fell into a crack in the scales, and the blood of the Thousand Branches of the Gods nourished it for a while. By chance, it re-established itself in this huge underground cavern. Tens of millions of years have passed, and it has become the only living being here that has condensed the godhead, and it has also opened its mind and awakened the memories of the obscurantist period. As soon as the blood in Zhang Jiabao's palm touched it, it felt like goodbye to relatives.

Now the size of this divine tree is not comparable to thousands of branches, and its strength is self-evident. But it has never forgotten the kindness of the thousand ancient gods, and without the sacrifice of the thousand branches, perhaps all the creatures of the ancient veins would have been wiped out long ago, and without the blood of the thousand gods, it may not be able to condense the godhead.

Artifacts can sense each other. The tree god could feel that one godhead after another had fallen during this time, and the outside world was undergoing great changes. But the godhead that belongs to the thousand branches is still there.

"I'll help you. The dryad pierced one of its vines into the soil, and after a while pulled out a brown stone-like thing.

"My source seed is of wonderful use to you. But thou shalt help the thousand ancient gods to be reborn, and thou shalt ensure that if there is any danger of extinction of the creatures of the earth, thou shalt keep their torches and let them see the light of day again. The tree god expressed his sense of crisis, this underground world cannot always exist, although the perfusion of magma brings light and energy to many living beings, but it also shrinks the space of the underground cave little by little. One day, when the magma fills up, or if there is an eruption, these ancient relics will once again face life and death.

Before Zhang Jiabao could speak, the tree vine rolled the seed and stuffed it into his mouth, and then slapped him on the chest, Zhang Jiabao swallowed it involuntarily, and burped.

"Thou shalt keep thy oath, and if thou doest it, thou shalt pierce it and die. As soon as the tree god's words fell, a dying creature not far away suddenly grew countless rattans from its body, and died a tragic death.

Zhang Jiabao was clever, even if he was dissatisfied, he didn't dare to say it, so he could only protest in his heart: "I didn't agree, and I didn't swear!"

After Zhang Jiabao told the tree god which direction he was going, the tree god didn't say anything more, and rolled him up with a tree vine and sent him to the vertical cave and road crossing above the magma lake.