Mo Luo's consciousness was groggy, he felt that he was floating in a space, and it seemed that he was constantly falling, and at a certain moment, the whole consciousness felt a convulsion, when he opened his eyes, there was only a tall and straight tree in front of him, and there were several dirt bags under the tree, and in front of one of them stood a wooden plaque, which read, "The Tomb of the Loving Father and the Cow Fortune Unfilial Daughter Xiu'er Li".

Then he looked around, and Moro realized that this was the mountain, and that he had turned back to the field where he had been hoeing grass and cultivating it for fifty or sixty years. Moro stared at the dirt bags, then walked down the hill and saw the small village again, where the lives of the people went on, except that no one greeted Moro along the way.

As he walked to the wooden room, Moro heard the voices of the husband and the child, and the laughter, the crying, and the sound of the children. This is Xiu'er's family, Mo Luo suddenly felt very relieved, and his heart suddenly seemed to have opened a shackle, and he felt a lot more relaxed. He crept into the cellar of his house, went to get another jar of wine, and then climbed up the hill again without stopping, and came to the foot of the tree, and with his back against the little dirt bag that belonged to Niu Fa Cai, he looked at the tree, and continued to taste the wine with a sip of wine.

People are not drunk, and they are not drunk.

Then, at some point, Moro's eyes opened and closed, and the sky he saw once again was dyed his familiar blood-red, and the funeral day appeared in sight again, constantly turning. Everything around was like a watercolor painting raining, all faded and hazy, and the surrounding area was still an inconspicuous hillside in the Trench Forest, only the tree in front of me remained unchanged, but its appearance changed, half withered and withered to touch, and the other half was infinitely verdant.

Mo Luo looked at this tree without joy or sorrow, knowing that this was the true appearance of the real opportunity for his second tribulation hidden in the fruit tree of life and death, and recalled the life that belonged to Niu Fa Cai, and gradually became stupid.

Mo Luo actually sank very deeply in this fantasy dream, he saw the death of Xizi, the death of Niu Liu, the death of Wang Hua, The death of Xizi Niang Lao, and even witnessed the death of his own cattle fortune, every death is a pain, sadness spreads from the hearts of every person who is contaminated with death, every person he is familiar with dies, and a part of his heart is soaked in this sadness, so the vigorous vitality that a person has from birth will be accompanied by this sadness and gradually become more and more dead, how long a person can live, depends on when the anger and death in the person are out of balance. Life and death are one, like this tree, half withering and half blooming.

With the realization in his heart, Mo Luo's empty right arm gradually condensed a kind of brilliance, the brilliance was like silk, wrapped around the tree, and the tree gradually became blurred under the light of this brilliance, as if it had melted, and the light flowed with the empty right arm of Mo Luo, and then gradually condensed into an entity, turning into Mo Luo's right arm and Mo Luo's body were connected intact, without any discomfort.

Moro looked at his right arm, which was made of a tree, it looked like a prosthetic leg carved out of wood, with the unique texture and smell of wood, half gray and withered like the tree, half smooth and vibrant, but the shoulders were so natural that it was almost like a wooden arm had grown out of itself. Moro spread out his palm, and a tree grew on the palm, and then the branches and leaves of the tree quickly fell off and withered, leaving only one trunk turned into a scepter and held in Mora's hand, and the breath of life and death continued to flow on this scepter.

"Life and death are in the palm of my hand!"

Moro suddenly had a realization in his heart, and with a finger of the scepter, a flower withered and withered and annihilated, and then grew again into a delicate flower in the same place. But Moro suddenly frowned, feeling that something seemed wrong.

"The thought of life and death is one, it shouldn't be a similar flower......

I couldn't think of it for a while, so I closed my right palm, and the scepter was scattered into Moluo's right arm, and then Moluo's mind moved, and his right arm transformed into an ordinary arm, which was the same as his left arm.

It's over.

Moro clearly felt that his second tribulation was over like this, the quiet stagnation around him was broken, Moro took a step forward, and a little ripple rippled around where this step fell, and then the stagnation of time and space had spread out to the surroundings with Mora as the center, and everything returned to normal.

A dream is fate, life and death are a robbery.

The second eons are completely different from the first. Mo Luo suddenly lost the joy of surviving the second tribulation in his heart, and was a little worried. The first tribulation reminds that the second tribulation of reincarnation gives an opportunity, even so, the difference between the two tribulations is so big, I really don't know how to get through the third tribulation.

Mo Luo thought, and at the same time hid his body, hid back in the previous cave, and waited for Yu Ruohua to bring Ya'er over to meet him, and then Mo Luo was ready to take the two of them into the core circle of the Heavenly Trench Forest and enter the real territory of the Southwest Beast Clan.