Trouble!

Chen Changsheng sighed and probed around.

The place where he was still far away from Zumu, about three or five miles away.

At this distance, you can see the size of the ancestral tree, and the closer it is, I am afraid that it is even more breathtaking.

After making sure that there were no dryads around, Chen Changsheng did not approach the front, but sat on the canopy and waited.

The monks in the other two places must have been entangled by the dryad, and they only attracted hatred in the past, so it was better to stay where they were and wait for that heavenly treasure to be born.

It's just that how long it will take, Chen Changsheng really has no bottom in his heart.

After a moment's hesitation, he was about to inquire about the system.

Suddenly, the ancestral tree that was being entangled by the monk let out a strange roar.

I saw that the ancestral tree stood in place and did not move, and the dark and thick roots of the tree spread out from the ground, and soon wrapped around the surrounding peaks.

As if fixing his body, the monk who was entangled with Zu Mu seized this opportunity and tilted the spell towards Zu Mu's body.

But Zumu just stood where he was, and let the monk fight back, only the bark cracked slightly, and green juice flowed from it.

Chen Changsheng looked at this scene and wondered in his heart.

What is this Zumu doing?

This thought just germinated in his heart, and the next moment, he saw that the aura of heaven and earth suddenly became violent.

Countless heaven and earth spiritual qi surged from all around the Yunmeng Great Wilderness and surged towards the ancestral wood.

This towering giant tree, at this moment, is shining brightly.

The leaves of the tree are like a dazzling piece of jade, and the pieces are crystal clear, and the friction makes a rustling sound.

And its branches are also growing rapidly visible to the naked eye, and the main trunk, which was originally dozens of zhang thick, soon grew to hundreds of zhang.

At the same time, it's rising.

Originally, Chen Changsheng estimated that he was about a thousand feet, but what made him dumbfounded.

This ancestral tree is growing rapidly!

Almost visible to the naked eye, the trunk of the ancestral tree is constantly cracking, growing rapidly and then healing.

Almost in a moment, it reached more than 2,000 zhang, and the momentum is increasing unabated!

At the same time, at the top of the canopy of this giant tree, a little light was growing.

Those aura that swept in, as if swirling around the ancestral tree, all poured into this white point of light!

The monk who was attacking Zumu naturally noticed this strange thing and immediately pulled away.

But Zu Mu only trembled slightly, and the countless elongated branches easily caught up with the monk.

A entanglement, this monk who was at least a primordial infant, instantly turned into a rain of blood sprinkled!

Chen Changsheng was terrified.

Even the Yuanying Monk can't survive a blow?

How can you grab this?

Chen Changsheng sighed and focused his attention on the top of this ancestral tree's head.

That is, the white point of light.

Although Chen Changsheng was far away, he still felt the vitality and creative power in the white point of light.

"I'm afraid that this is the treasure that was born. ”

Chen Changsheng said this sentence silently.

At the same time, countless other monks scattered within the Yunmeng Great Wilderness raised their heads in unison, looking at the white dots of light above the ancestral tree's head.

This is everyone's goal, the fruit of this Spirit Ancestral Tree!

Wanting to compete for the fruit of this ancestral tree is tantamount to snatching people's heirs, which is why this ancestral tree is so crazy, just because its fruit is about to ripen!

Chen Changsheng stood on the canopy of the tree, looking at the ancestral tree from a distance and frowning.

"How do you get this? I'm afraid that as soon as I get closer, there will be no corpses left. ”

And as soon as this sentence fell, one after another long rainbows rose from all over the Yunmeng Great Wilderness and flew towards the ancestral tree that was going crazy.

Chen Changsheng was stunned, he didn't expect that there were so many monks hidden in the Yunmeng Great Wilderness.

It's just that there are so many monks, and it's useless.

As if to verify the thoughts in Chen Changsheng's heart, the next moment, Zu Mu stretched out countless branches and whipped to death all the monks who wanted to steal the fruits.

"The earliest to go is often the earliest to die. ”

Chen Changsheng shook his head, and after thinking about it, he wanted to get closer to this ancestral tree.

It's just that as soon as this thought came out, Chen Changsheng saw a powerful sword qi slashing in the distance.

The sword qi was like a long rainbow, the size of a hundred zhang, and it fell on Zu Mu's body, and even this terrifying tree demon retreated a little.

Chen Changsheng was slightly surprised, and wanted to see if it was the monk, but he saw a middle-aged man in the distance stepping into the air.

Although the man is nearly middle-aged, his face is crowned with jade, and it is not difficult to see that young people must be heroic!

The sword just now, it turned out to be his finger to trigger it!

Chen Changsheng looked at the middle-aged monk who suddenly appeared, and immediately gasped.

He can be regarded as having learned a little kendo, so he naturally knows it.

Right now, this man, I'm afraid that he has already made a sword intent, and he can actually use his fingers as a sword?

Chen Changsheng was surprised, over there, Zu Mu was already furious.

It's like a giant giant.

The branches were hair, the roots were like feet, and the two thick branches like arms swept a mountain peak and drew them towards the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk with a face like a crown of jade, his face was expressionless, and a sword appeared in his hand at some point.

With a slight increase in his hand, a brilliant sword light appeared, standing on the two branches.

The dryad let out another miserable scream, and the voice was high-pitched.

The two branches had already been cut off by his sword, and green juice was dripping from them, which was Zumu's blood.

The two thick branches were broken, and the ancestral wood suddenly became sluggish.

The middle-aged monk snorted coldly, and walked towards the white point of light at the top of the tree, and his steps were not panicked at all.

This ancestral tree also seemed to anticipate that he would not be able to resist this monk, so he simply stopped resisting.

Chen Changsheng's gaze was straight.

At first, he thought that this ancestor would fight the middle-aged monk to the death, but now......

This guy actually gave up resistance?

Chen Changsheng looked at the middle-aged man who was getting closer and closer to the top of the tree, and his heart was dripping blood.

I don't have a chance at all, not even a chance to get close to Zumu.

It didn't dare to resist the middle-aged monk, but it was easy to kill itself.

With regret in his heart, Chen Changsheng watched the middle-aged man approach the white point of light, and then stretched out his hand.

"Little Sword God, you're too anxious, aren't you?"

In the distance, a voice came out, and then a very hurried figure appeared, as if it was coming in a hurry.

The old man stroked his beard and looked at the middle-aged man's hand hanging in the air that he called the little sword god.

"Look at you, what are you doing in such a hurry, I just rushed over and saw that your kid was going to take it, but fortunately I wasn't late. ”

The old man seemed to sigh and smiled.

It's just that the middle-aged man's expression became a little solemn and looked at the old man.

"You want the fruit of this ancestral tree?"

"Nature, nature. The old man nodded, and said helplessly: "Hey, a few children and grandchildren in the clan are not angry, and they can only rely on these things to make up for their talents." ”

"If they all have cultivation and talent like you, then they need the old man, right?"

The old man smiled, and the little sword god's heart sank slightly.

He had noticed early on that this Dryad was about to bear fruit, and the fruit had a great effect on him, and with some precious heavenly and earthly treasures, it could improve the quality of his Dan.

And Yudan is also a shackle for him to take a step forward.

Right now, this old guy actually ran over and fought with him.

He sighed, he had an old enmity with the old man for a long time, and now he wanted to take away the fruit, but he was afraid that it would not be so easy.

A stalemate ensued between the two.

The old man smiled but did not speak, and looked at the little sword god tightly.

Zu Mu didn't dare to move in the slightest.

It's only in the middle stage of the incarnation, and these two people, either of them are above it!

Below, Chen Changsheng glanced at the two of them deeply, and quickly approached Zumu.

The more chaotic the situation, the better.

How can you really let this little sword god take away the fruit, then you really have no way at all.

After sighing, Chen Changsheng quickly approached the location where Zu Mu was.

And above the sky, the stalemate is over.

After the little sword god made a decision in his heart, he quickly stretched out his hand and probed towards the ancestral wood light.

The old man's eyes were cold.

"I still don't listen. ”

His voice fell, and a palm slapped towards the ancestral wood point of light.

The speed is far better than that of the little sword god.

As long as he dares to take it, he will definitely eat the old man's blow!

Everyone scattered in the woods looked up at the scene.

They didn't know any of the old and middle-aged monks.

But the name of the little sword god has been heard by countless people.

"It's the little sword god! he's here too!"

"Hey, this fruit really has nothing to do with us. ”

"Zumu's strength is not something that our disciples can compete with, so we are helpless. ”

These people either went with the disciples of the sect, or they traveled alone, and there were also wild cultivators among them.

It's just that everyone gave up the idea of fighting and silently watched the old man and the little sword god fight.

Faced with this choice, I saw that the middle-aged man did not forcibly take the white fruit anymore.

A sword appeared in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, he slashed out.

"That's right. The old man smiled and easily dissolved the middle-aged man's sword.

Everyone watched this scene and guessed the identity of the old man.

The middle-aged monk frowned slightly.

"Do you have to make it fruitful?"

"Yes, for sure, you have already achieved such an achievement, little sword god, why don't you let it go to me." ”

The old man smiled, and his words made the middle-aged man's heart sink.

He has no sect or door, but he started as a wild cultivator, and he has no backing.

And this old man, as the ancestor of a nearby third-rate sect, has long regarded himself as a thorn in the flesh, and he can't wait to pull it out as soon as possible.

lest after a thousand years, he will go and loot his sect.

In fact, he also had this idea in his heart, but right now......

He sensed that there was more than one aura around him.

It's a lore game!

They will never allow themselves to get this fruit.

For a moment, the middle-aged man fell silent.

The old man smiled, he didn't know that the middle-aged monk had seen through it.

It's just that it doesn't matter if you see through it, this is a conspiracy.

Today he can't escape!

Thinking like this, the old man smiled and slapped it towards the little sword god!

Rumble!

Terrifying fluctuations erupted, and the middle-aged monk slashed his sword again!