Chapter Eighty-Three: The Wood Spirit Clan and the Small World Tree

The people on both sides confronted each other, and for a moment they didn't even speak. After a long time, it was still Mo Luo's side who spoke up first, "What do you mean by this, Your Excellency, I am just passing through here, and you treat it with such courtesy?" The words clearly said that the other party tied himself here, and there was a sneer on his face.

The white-bearded old man just smiled, but the little face of the snow lotus hiding behind him was slightly red, which made Mo Luo look the same, while the flowing wind on the other side was a little annoyed when he saw this, and the branch in his hand pointed directly at Mo Luo, "The human race is so daring!

Moro just stared at the old man, as if he couldn't see the flowing wind, which made the flowing wind more embarrassed, but the white-bearded old man frowned inadvertently, and then smiled and beckoned the flowing wind to retreat.

"Little friend, don't explain, how did you learn about our Wood Spirit Clan?" the white-bearded old man looked very personable, always facing Mora with a kind smile.

"The kid doesn't have any advantages, he just loves to read, and the more books he reads, the more strange things he naturally knows, although the average human cultivator of the Wood Spirit Clan doesn't know much, but there are still some legends of your existence, because of the unique ability of your clan, I looked at it twice more when I read ancient books, and I just had some impressions. I didn't expect that the legend was not unfounded. Mo Luo said casually, and then looked at the three villains in front of him in amazement.

"Xiaoyou is so determined, he is not afraid of my Wood Spirit Clan's murder to prevent the news of my clan from leaking out?" asked the third elder white-bearded old man with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, pretending to be ill-intentioned.

"Your Excellency doesn't have to be tempted," Mo Luo rolled his eyes, "While you were talking to me just now, the rude man over there looked at my right arm four times, and the little girl also looked at me three times. In that case, why should I be afraid, for perhaps you will ask for me. ”

"You!" Liufeng was furious, but the third elder laughed loudly, the appreciation in his eyes was not concealed at all, and Liufeng retreated when he saw this.

"Xiaoyou's expectation is good, since Xiaoyou is also a bright person, the old man is no longer hypocritical. With a rich smile, the third elder waved his hand casually, and shot out a magic seal, and the vines on Mo Luo's body immediately fell and dissipated. Moro stood up, moved his somewhat stiff body slightly, and walked to the door of the cabin. Liu Feng just wanted to stop it, but was stopped by the three elders with a look.

Walking out of the cabin, Moro saw a world he had never seen before.

The wooden house of the Moro is located on the largest dense tree in this place, the top of this big tree reaches into the clouds, and the top of the tree cannot be seen; its trunk is vigorous and stout, and the diameter of the tree is three hundred meters; there are many wooden houses dug into the trunk like that of the Moro and their own, and in these wooden houses, many wooden elves carry dexterous wings to and fro; and then look at it from a distance, Moro is suddenly a little surprised, around this big tree, there is a large small city built on the rhizome of the big tree, and countless wood elves come and go in these cities, in which they buy and sell seeds for food, drink and merry, almost no different from the outside human race。

It's just that Mo Luo keenly found that most of the wood spirits in the city are wingless, they seem to live in those cities, and the breath on the wingless wood spirit is obviously a mortal spirit, but the difference with the human mortal spirit is that this breath is much purer, and those winged wood spirits live in the trunk wooden house of this big tree, many of which are the breath of the Tribulation Realm, and there are a lot fewer in the Emperor Gate Realm, and the Mo Luo who has reached the second realm of the Emperor Gate Dao Zun has not seen it, but Mo Luo estimates that the three elders here should be at least Dao Zun.

What made Moro feel the most magical was that the funeral sun in the sky was gone, but a sun that looked like an ordinary sun was hanging there, and the gentle sunlight shone on Moro, making him suddenly feel like he hadn't seen it for a long time.

"A realm of its own?" Mo Luo asked curiously at the Third Elder.

"That's right," the three elders came out and lined up with Mo Luo, the two figures, one big and one small, looked a little funny, but Mo Luo didn't dare to underestimate this one at all. "This is the inside of the branches of a small world tree," the third elder's voice carried some pride, "it has its own world, it has sheltered my Wood Spirit clan for tens of thousands of years, and this towering tree under our feet is the core of this small world, the body of the branch of the small world tree, and the belief and totem of my Wood Spirit clan!"

The three elders touched their chests with their left hands, their eyes slightly closed, and their faces were reverent, and Liufeng and Snow Lotus did the same when they stood behind the three elders.

"Little World Tree?!" Moro was shocked.

It is rumored in ancient times that there was an era born in a world tree, which grew in chaos, absorbed the five elements of yin and yang, the sun and the moon, and shattered the void to open the universe, one leaf and one world, so that ten thousand spirits and a hundred worlds were born, and an era of prosperity was immortal.

But after the end of that era, the World Tree was somehow broken, and only a leaf or stump of the World Tree could be seen in the years that followed;

If what the Three Elders said was true, wouldn't it mean that the Small World Tree really existed? You must know that since the Small World Tree grew from the seed of the real World Tree, it also meant that there was an existence that could make the Small World Tree grow into a real World Tree!

Don't say that the real World Tree, even if it is a small World Tree, even if it is a branch of the Small World Tree in front of you, it is enough to make the highest-level Ancestral Realm Eyes enthusiastic and tear off their faces to loot. So it's no wonder that Moro was shocked, this matter is really terrifying.

Seeing that the Third Elder had opened his eyes and looked at him with interest, Mo Luo put away his shock and forcibly returned to a bland appearance, "Ahem, why did the Third Elder tell me this? ”

"Haha, Xiaoyou is too worried," the third elder stroked his beard, and the cane in his left hand pointed in a distant direction, "For more details, please ask Xiaoyou to go to the main hall over there, and the other two elders of my clan also want to meet Xiaoyou, and then they will inform Xiaoyou of what they want." ”

Moro followed the three elders' pointers, and it was much higher than where they were now, and on top of a branch that extended from this great tree, a verdant wooden hall had been built there. Mo Luo frowned slightly imperceptibly, and then said lightly with an expressionless face, "Please also ask the third elder to lead the way." ”

The third elder smiled kindly, and then said to Xue Lian, who had always been hiding behind him: "Xiaoyou's strength in the Tribulation Realm has not yet been able to control the sky, Xue Lian, let you take it." ”

Xue Lian didn't answer for a while, but the flowing wind on the side hurriedly said: "Third Elder, I'll ...... it."

"Okay, I'll bring it. ”

A crisp and beautiful voice interrupted the flow of wind, and Snow Lotus walked out from behind the three elders lightly, bowed slightly to Mo Luo shyly, and then a pair of beautiful and small wings spread out behind him, and flew behind Mo Luo with a dance, leading Mo Luo to fly. The third elder nodded, and immediately spread his wings and flew away, and then Xue Lian followed with Mo Luo. The Flowing Wind looked at Moro with hatred, and then spread his wings and followed.