The hut burst open, the debris fell silently, and then took root, and then countless new shoots sprouted.

When the dust settled, there was already a delicate new branch around the wooden house, as if a small jungle had grown in an instant.

In the low jungle, two figures stared at each other a few steps apart.

It was the Blood Elf Queen and Luo Jia, the Blood Elf Queen had a bloody face and looked ugly and terrifying.

Luo Jia's face was as pale as paper, and there was hardly any blood, and even her lips were pale and white.

"Ahem!"

Luo Jia coughed, and immediately blood spilled from her mouth and ran down her lips.

Pursing her lips and pressing down the qi and blood in her throat, Luo Jia struggled to support her already crumbling body.

Risking the possibility of being backlashed at using this astral spell was Luo Jia's only chance.

Now, her star power has been exhausted, and if the Blood Elf Queen doesn't fall, she will have to do that last resort.

"This ...... No...... No way! ”

On the other side, the Blood Elf Queen frowned and looked at Luo Jia, and finally shook it, fell to her knees weakly, and then threw herself on the small sapling that had just come out of the new tree.

When she died, she couldn't believe how Luo Jia could do it.

The star art that she couldn't cultivate in more than a hundred years, Luo Jia actually completed it in such a short time?

She couldn't figure it out.

Luo Jia staggered over, crouched down weakly, and glanced at the Blood Elf Queen.

In the Blood Elf Queen's body, Luo Jia didn't feel the slightest strength of life.

She's dead, dead completely.

With a slight relief in his heart, Luo Jia turned around and walked towards the purple disciple.

The vines around the purple disciple were withering little by little because they had lost the support of her star power, revealing the shape of the purple disciple.

His face was as gray as earth, and there was not much breath of life on his body.

Kneeling beside Zitu, Luo Jia's shoulders wrinkled, and finally pounced on him uncontrollably, crying loudly.

"Purple disciple, you ...... You're a liar...... You...... Didn't you say you wanted to like me and marry me......"

The two snow eagles landed silently on the sides of the two of them, one left and one right, as if they also felt something, and at the same time raised their heads and screamed, and then walked to one place and put their wings on one place.

The two birds also hugged each other.

They also felt that their master's breath was already very weak, and if the purple disciples died, they would naturally die.

All the elves were silent, each with a sad look on their faces.

The night breeze blew from afar, gently and softly looking extraordinarily gentle, with a faint smell of fragrance.

Luo Tianyi sniffed slightly, turned his face, and looked behind him, with a deep old face, and immediately showed joy.

"The Tree of Life has blossomed!"

Several elders turned their faces in shock, and then, all of them, shocked.

The elves all turned their faces to look at the Tree of Life.

Sure enough, on that huge tree, a huge tree sticking out, a white flower had fully bloomed.

The flower was as white as milk, but it was surrounded by a soft golden light, and every petal was glowing.

It was this flower that was dyed all night.

Luo Tianyi flew up, carefully plucked the blooming flower from the tree, and sent it to Luo Jia, who was still crying bitterly and completely unaware of all this.

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