Day and night in the desert seem to be two extremes, the day is like a furnace, and the night is like an ice cave. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Even though they had already stepped into the wasteland, the violent convection of the wind due to the temperature difference quickly turned the temperature of the wasteland to the bone-chilling cold of the desert.

Coral can resist this cold, but her natural fear makes it a little difficult for her to resist, so Chu Feng had to wrap his winter coat in the northbound Demon Realm Dome Prefecture for Sango, while he barely wore an autumn coat and advanced in the bitter cold.

Coral felt a little guilty in his heart, feeling that he couldn't even resist the natural climate, and wanted to make Chu Feng so bothered, and wanted to thank him, but he felt that thanking him was too light after all, so he just lay on Chu Feng's back and struggled to run the exercises, transferring the heat generated to Chu Feng.

The blue light shone brightly, and it became a beacon to guide the two of them forward in the dark night, and along the blue light, against the strong wind, Chu Feng's every step was a little difficult.

Fortunately, the space above the wasteland was normal, and the sense of distance was no longer skewed, which at least allowed Chu Feng and Coral to be confident that they had set foot on the right land.

After a night of trekking in the dark night, the water in Chu's feng water bladder was finally exhausted, which was a little bad for coral.

Coral has never had terrestrial experience, and even if you usually enter the Holy Land, the air in the Holy Land is full of moisture, and it will never be as dry as the wind.

The aquarium is always afraid of losing water, which is a reality that is difficult to change, and even if you become a monk, this instinct is indeed uncontrollable.

Sango's body trembled slightly for a moment, then she calmed down.

She thought that the water in the sea was condensed in this way, and then slowly ran the exercises according to this idea, trying to condense the water from the air, but she was finally disappointed, because there was almost no moisture in the dry air, and no matter how hard she tried, she could only gather a drop or two of water.

Chu Feng was helpless, but he just smiled, did not speak, and continued to bow his head and move forward.

When the east was twilight, they finally saw a black dot appear in front of them, a somewhat abrupt black dot.

At this time, Coral suddenly raised his head, his somewhat listless face was also full of surprise, and his eyes seemed to be shining with a fine light. Coral said a little excitedly: "Brother Chu, the tree god...... The Dryad is ahead!"

Chu Feng nodded, that black dot was the source of the blue light, and the blue light was projected from the bottom of that black dot, which was also the destination of their trip.

Chu Feng continued to move forward, and this time, it didn't take long for him to see the black dots gradually pull together and become clearly visible.

The black dot was actually a tree, a tree whose leaves had fallen off, whose bark had cracked, and which had not even had a glimmer of life.

Under the tree there were two figures, a man in a wide cloak, and a woman in a green coat and white veil.

The man was very tall, and he carried a huge sword box more than one height on his back, and the sword box was carved with a golden pattern, as if it were a dragon pattern.

It was the Yan Thirteen that Chu Feng had ever seen.

And the woman standing next to Yan Shisan, graceful, looked young, at most only thirty years old, her skin was delicate and shiny, as if she was a girl.

If it weren't for the mature aura that exuded from the inside out, and the cloud temples coiled around the back of her head, it would not be strange even to recognize her as Yan Qingyu's peers.

After all, for monks, this kind of thing is probably just a trivial matter.

Yan Shisan saw Chu Feng, and then his eyes showed a little weirdness, and he suddenly raised his hand and said loudly: "Hey, little madman, why are you again?"

Chu Feng stepped forward with the coral on his back, and when he got closer, he put the coral down, and then saluted Yan Shisan and the woman: "Junior Chu Feng, I have seen the law enforcer, and I have seen the Rouge Pavilion Master. ”

Rouge pursed her lips and smiled, looked at the coral with a smile, and twisted her right hand, attracting a splash of water, surrounding the coral, and said softly: "Young priest, offended." ”

Surrounded by water, the coral immediately regained her spirits, she took off her winter coat, and then thought about it, and put it in her mustard seed sac before she saluted: "I have seen the pavilion master." ”

Although she didn't know the structural level of these forces, she also learned the same thing, and said to Yan Shisan: "I've seen the predecessors of the law enforcers. ”

"Poof-" Yan Shisan smiled suddenly, Rouge swept Yan Shisan slightly with the corner of his eye, Yan Shisan suddenly coughed a few times, and then said: "You young people, where did you come from so many rules, little madman, you said that you have not grown at all for so many years!"

Chu Feng smiled a little embarrassedly before he said, "What the seniors criticized. ”

Yan Shisan looked at Chu Feng, shook his head and sighed, "After so many years, he has become a sycophant. ”

Chu Feng couldn't laugh or cry a little.

Rouge coughed slightly twice before he said, "Since Master Chu's nephew and the young priest have been brought here, this matter will have to rely on the strength of the two of you after all, otherwise...... I'm afraid that a catastrophe will come. ”

Chu Feng nodded, he looked at the blue light, the blue light had begun to melt at this time, and the wooden whip wrapped in the blue light seemed to have lost its maintenance and support, and began to flow back to Chu Feng, and finally fell back into Chu Feng's hands, and the blue light also dissipated.

This made Chu Feng frown slightly, and he didn't understand why he could still support it in the distance, but when he was close, he couldn't maintain it.

Coral's gaze had already fallen on the dead tree, she had clearly sensed that it was the tree god, it was definitely the tree god, there would be nothing wrong with the tree god, the blood in her body was speeding up, as if it was about to boil, Coral was a little excited, if it weren't for Rouge and Yan Thirteen in front of her, Coral was afraid that she would have already stepped forward and worshipped.

As if sensing the fiery gaze of this little girl, Yan Shisan stretched out his hand and twisted his long hair, before he smiled: "This beautiful girl, when will she be able to look at Yan Shisan with such a hot and blazing gaze? ”

Rouge frowned, and said with a headache: "You can't change this problem, can you?"

"Who doesn't like beauties, you and I also want to try to flirt and tease. Yan Shisan raised his eyebrows and replied mockingly, but he quickly changed his role, and said solemnly, "Young priest, this time to use force against the merman clan is also a matter of urgency, if you offend ...... Another day, Yan 13 will definitely bear the guilt of Jing Invitation, that is, he wants Yan 13 to be your minister under your skirt, and Yan 13 will never complain. ”

Yan Shisan's first half of the sentence was quite solemn, but in the second half of the sentence, he returned to his frivolous nature, which made Coral frown slightly, and his eyes showed a little surprise.

Rouge stretched out his hand and patted Yan Shisan on the shoulder, before turning around and walking towards the dead tree, he said, "Young priest, Master Chu's nephew, please come forward, this matter should not be reserved for you." ”

Chu Feng and Coral both followed Rouge forward and approached the dead tree.

Chu Feng observed this dead tree up close and realized that although it looked small, it was also as thick as two people hugging each other, and its height reached five or six zhang, which was also a unique scenery on this wasteland.

But the tree did wither, and died so thoroughly that there was no room for doubt, and the blue light came from the root of the dead tree—or, more strictly, from a shoot at the edge of its roots.

The sprout seemed to have sprouted from a branch that had just been inserted into the soil, and the color of the bud was very green, as if it were jasper, so tender that it was about to drip water.

Coral reached out and pressed her hand against the cracked bark of the dead tree, staring slightly, and then two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks.

When she touched this dead tree, she knew that this dead tree was the object that their merman clan had spent countless years to repay their kindness and protect it, and this was their tree god.

But the god of the tree is indeed dead.

The dryad had been dead for an extremely long time, leaving behind only a mournful and incomprehensible chant.