"Nkjet, take out the food in your bag. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Brian didn't notice that he was going to disappear, and shouted without looking back while sorting out his equipment.

"Nkette?" After a while, he found that Nkjet, who had been obedient to him, did not reply to his words, and immediately turned around and asked again, this time he found that Nkjet, who had been opening the way in front of him, had long since disappeared and left nothing.

"Have any of you noticed Nquit?" asked Brian calmly, without panicking.

It was only then that everyone realized that the honest Cameroonian had disappeared, "Could it be that he escaped while we were not looking?" asked Akshaw.

"No way, he's always been ahead of me, how can we not find out if we run back. ”

"Is there some mechanism, or did he find something and run to the front?"

"Let's go without rest, keep going. Brian felt that something was wrong, and there was a wickedness everywhere in this place.

"What is this!" shouted Rose, at the end of the group, just as everyone was ready to act.

I saw that the black smoke under everyone's feet was getting thicker and thicker, and it had spread to the calves, and just after Rose's shout, the black fog turned into a pair of hands that firmly grabbed Rose's ankles, and then saw Rose fall down sharply and disappear into the black fog.

"Everyone, get out of the Black Mist. Brian shouted, but before they could run away, the black mist suddenly conjured up five pairs of hands and pulled the remaining five people down.

Three of the five disappeared as quickly as Rose, and Akshaw and Brian still had the ability to struggle, Brian's hands once again stretched out and firmly grasped the sides of the passage, and his legs were crumbling like rubber bands.

Brian even more shone with a dazzling white light in his hands, and the black mist was faintly afraid of the white light, and it was scorching and emitting black smoke.

Akshaw didn't last long with his physical skills and disappeared into the black mist, Brian saw this, and even encouraged again to make the white light of his palms brighter, and finally firmly grasped his mist black hand was forced to withdraw, Brian also collapsed to the ground exhausted, and at the end of the passage, there seemed to be a wail from afar.

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Lin Mo followed the Patriarch of Zamu to continue to go deeper into the jungle at this moment, the boundless jungle was originally full of lush trees, but as they went deeper, the ground was no longer wet and soft soil, but all of them were densely covered with tree roots, like earth dragons, occupying all the soil, causing fewer and fewer other trees to grow further in.

"These are all the roots of the holy tree, the holy tree has survived here for countless years, and has already closely linked itself to this land, so many roots are only needed to maintain the last trace of nutrients for his survival, but unfortunately neither this land nor this jungle can help it. ”

Although Lin Mo had already guessed the origin of these roots, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him, he didn't expect a tree to grow to such a point, it was simply unbelievable, and then after he really saw the sacred tree of belief of the Pygmy people, Lin Mo's shock was really indescribable in words.

This ancient tree is not very tall, it is only one or two meters higher than the other big trees in the jungle, so you can't see anything abrupt from a distance, only when you walk in will you find that this tree is dozens of meters wide, Lin Mo feels that what is in front of him is not a tree but a wall.

It's just that the huge tree is full of scars, as if it has been scratched by countless ghost claws, leaving many marks, and in some places the bark has dried up and fallen off, leaking out the burnt yellow inner core inside.

The upper part of the sacred tree also scattered countless huge branches, which branched out into the distance like a shade of the sky, but only a few leaves were still hanging on these branches, most of which were already bare, even if the remaining leaves were blown by the wind, they seemed to be about to fall at any time.

Despite this, Lin Mo still sensed a powerful aura on this holy tree, presumably it must have been very earth-shattering in its heyday, it was hard to imagine that a tree could reach such strength, and it was also the first time he had seen other creatures besides humans who could cultivate.

And such a powerful tree was injured like this by that demon, you can imagine how amazing the demon's strength is, he doesn't know if he can succeed in retreating if he can take the risk.

"It's shocking. Seeing Lin Mo stunned by the holy tree, the patriarch of Zamu broke Lin Mo's thoughts, and the old patriarch was full of pride, as if he remembered the first time he saw the holy tree, but the sacred tree at that time was even bigger and more lush.

"Didn't you say that your people migrated over hundreds of years ago, and the sacred tree should be more than a few hundred years old, right?" Lin Mo remembered that the Pygmies should have migrated after the pyramid fell and the forest grew.

"Actually, the sacred tree was not ours originally, after we entered the forest, we saw that it was already here, and it has grown extremely huge, as for how it appeared, we really don't know, maybe we can only get the answer after we cure it. The old patriarch also said helplessly, they really didn't know about the origin of the sacred tree.

It was also because of the strange natural ability of the sacred tree that they saw it again and worshiped it as a sacred tree, and after so many years of worship, the sacred tree has truly become the patron saint of the Pygmies.

"To tell you the truth from Patriarch Zamu, I think that even if my strength is a little special, I don't think that with my meager strength, even if I dedicate all of my strength to the sacred tree, it will not have the slightest effect. Although Lin Mo was a little puzzled, he compared the gap between himself and the Holy Tree, and could only say helplessly.

"In fact, the holy tree is no longer good, and no amount of wood attribute energy can save its life. Patriarch Zamu said a little choked and walked under the body of the holy tree, and gently patted the trunk with his palm, the holy tree sensed the sadness of the old patriarch, and slowly dropped a branch, rubbing it on the old patriarch's back a few times, as if he was comforting him.

Lin Mo was a little moved, he didn't expect this holy tree to be so spiritual.

"Then how can I help you?" he didn't understand the old patriarch's words, since he was no longer saved, what else did he want him to do.

It was not the Patriarch of Zamu who answered him, but the Sacred Tree, which seemed to know that Lin Mo was here to help him, and the branch that was originally rubbing the Patriarch of Zha Mu actually stretched out towards him.

Lin Mo stood in place and didn't move, the branch gently slapped him on the shoulder twice, as if to thank him for coming and comfort him, and with his patting, Lin Mo's original little pressure on saving the holy tree disappeared, and the whole person seemed to be much more relaxed.