With this roar, a majestic silhouette slowly came out of the golden light and shadow, gilded and brilliant, as pure and transparent as glass, without a substantial body.

At the most critical moment, the power of faith of millions of people awakened Lu Zheng's most original divine consciousness and suppressed the evil demonic fire.

Sanyue Yuanjun looked at the giant who walked out of the golden light in horror, he never imagined that Lu Zheng would be able to get rid of the invasion of the demon spirit and become even more powerful.

Remorse is brewing in his heart, he shouldn't be so greedy, if he destroys the dragon vein step by step and falls into a great drought in the Guanzhong region, there will naturally be more powerful people to get rid of him.

However, regret is futile.

The dragon vein in Guanzhong is safe and sound, and he is about to be wiped out.

The scorching breath came to his face, and the giant hand that shimmered with golden light grabbed its neck and lifted it up to its knees.

A mocking tone shook in his mind: "See? This is the power of ants!"

"No ......"

Bang.

Another giant hand pierced through its rocky back, grasping the heart of the exposed Killing Stone, and pulled it out of his chest, shattering into pieces of boulder.

The glow in Sanyue Yuanjun's eyes slowly faded, and his mountain-like body collapsed violently, turning into a pile of rocks.

Holding the heart of the stone in his palm, Lu Zheng could clearly sense the violent killing intent contained in the expiration, which was where the essence blood and soul of Sanyue Yuanjun were located, and it was his brain and heart.

The fingers slowly clamped the killing stone, and the wrist was violently forced, and the spiritual light of Dao belief formed a series of ravines, which quickly spread on the killing stone, and the stone surface cracked, turning into a pile of fine stone chips in an instant.

Sanyue Yuanjun, the soul is destroyed.

Lu Zheng looked at the flattened Jiuhua Mountain in the sky, thoughtfully, and suddenly raised his wrist and threw out the stone chips in his hand, enveloping Jiuhua Mountain from afar.

The scattered stone chips rose when the wind blew and turned into huge and rugged rocks. Invisibly, there seems to be a hand playing with these stones and falling in Jiuhua Mountain.

The strange rocks landed, stacked, fitted, and relied on, and finally turned into a lone peak inserted into the top of the clouds, rugged and hideous, like a fierce tiger, looking up to the sky and roaring.

The Killing Stone is originally an innate stone essence, containing an extremely powerful mountain power, and a murderous secret combination, which just replaces Jiuhua Mountain as the white tiger guard of the dragon vein in Guanzhong.

Throwing stones into a mountain, perfect to the extreme!

The white Jiao stopped chanting, the birds stopped chirping, the beasts stared at the sky, and millions of people looked at this scene with great shock, and were silent for a long time, and suddenly burst into shocking cheers.

Victory!

A victory that will be remembered in the annals of history and passed down through the ages.

A earth-shattering battle written by mortals and dragons.

It's just that Lu Zheng knows that now is not the time to celebrate victory. Sanyue Yuanjun's spiritual power was exhausted, but it was just a gesture, and the real trouble was still hidden in his divine sense.

The three-headed demon spirit had not been destroyed, and the vast resentment was still simmering in the depths of his consciousness, trying to break through the shackles and regain control. Millions of people, the mantra from the heart, gave him enough spiritual power, but it was temporary.

When all is calm, the demons will sprout again.

Millions of people chanting incantations were not only as simple as incantations, but they were firm in their hearts at that moment, united in hatred of the enemy, united as one, and could only produce enough to affect the power of Lu Zheng's divine sense.

And this kind of opportunity is hard to come by.

With the eruption of cheers, that powerful spiritual power began to relax, and the demon spirit resurgence began to regain its vitality.

The demon spirit must be completely cut off in order to never suffer from future troubles.

When everything was calm, Lu Zheng's gaze fell on the root of the demon spirit, the sinkhole. He could clearly perceive that in that pitch black silence stretched out, there was an extremely pure power.

That power is gentle, passionate, and full of vitality, just like a loving mother, giving her child the warmth from her heart.

Through the darkness in the sinkhole, Lu Zheng continued to descend, scanning the earth full of holes like a beehive because of the corruption of the divine tree, full of sores, which could collapse at any time, destroying the entire foundation of Chang'an City.

At the bottom of the sinkhole, there was a soft glow. The light is very weak, but it is full of active atmosphere, which makes people feel like a spring breeze, as if they are reborn.

Slowly falling, in front of me is the taproot of the sacred tree, rotting and withering, as if it has been soaked in the sewer for hundreds of years, emitting a foul smell.

And in this decay, there is a tender shoot, immature and slender, but very upright, like a king standing proudly above the decay.

The Divine Tree is not a magic tree, but a meritorious divine tree that soothes the souls of grievances and sends them to reincarnation. This is his tree heart, the source power that thousands of demonic thoughts can't eliminate, pure, strong, peaceful, and unyielding!

This is the pure core of the sacred tree, the source of merit.

Gently putting this tender seedling into the palm of his hand, Lu Zheng's mood gradually became softer, and the demon spirit that was about to move suddenly became silent.

Lu Zheng's mentality has never been so peaceful, as if in an instant he has become a tree, an ignorant and ignorant tree, regardless of the vicissitudes of time, there is always no other and no self.

Standing so quietly, Lu Zheng's figure gradually shrank, and the golden light turned into a trickle and merged into the shoots. As if watered, the shoots begin to stretch and produce young leaves, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, the shoots grew into a towering tree, poking its head out of the sinkhole, with lush branches and green leaves. A gentle force followed its roots, filling the scars of the earth.

Facing Suzaku Street, the ground began to squirm, bulging up one small bag after another, and then poking out the fingernail-sized buds, tender and soft stems and leaves, trembling and swaying, dew swirling on the leaves, and then slowly growing into a big tree, just like the fast shot of a nature program, showing the whole process of tree growth.

The whole earth seems to have awakened, one after another green trees, clumps of grass, and flowers, dressing the earth up as a sea of green dotted with colorful stars.

Vibrant and full of life.

Rejuvenate the earth!

When the morning comes, the sun rises in the east, and the golden rays of sunlight shine on this new forest, and the sun shines on the dew on the grass, and the dew looks crystal clear and beautiful.

Vitality fills every corner, the grass is green, the flowers are vibrant, and the wonderful smell of fragrant fragrance wafts in the air, which is really beautiful and unforgettable.

The birds wandering in the sky, attracted by this forest, chirped happily and landed on the branches, chirping non-stop. And the beasts of the mountains, sensing the vitality of this forest, rushed into the forest wildly, and indulged in the meadow chasing, rolling, and having endless fun.

There was a young man with a peaceful face standing in the forest, walking through the forest with a smile on his eyebrows, from time to time there were small birds landing on his shoulders, and small beasts crawling at his feet, as if saluting the elves of this forest.

The young man waved his hand, a little bit of water spread, a spring that communicated with the underground river of Chang'an City, broke through the ground, the clear water accumulated, meandered, and gradually turned into a flowing river, rolling the waves, jumping into the distance.

Trees, messengers of purifying nature.

This is the reward for the Divine Tree for its corruption.

By the morning light, the people outside the city looked at the conspicuous oasis in Chang'an City dumbfounded, and their hearts were shocked and silent.

This is the power of the gods, throwing stones into mountains and sowing seeds into forests.

I don't know when, the sky became clear again, and the golden-winged Dapeng, the evil dragon Ao Qing, and the pipa Yama who were eyeing each other quietly dissipated, as if they had never appeared. (To be continued.) )