After the thunder tribulation dissipated, Fengshan Tonghai returned to its former quietness, but for the god Qianyan, who had lived for 100,000 years, there was no one he cared about the most in Fengshan Tonghai. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The huge sycamore tree has long lost its former appearance, and it is not only the body of the sycamore that has been destroyed by the thunderstorm, but also her tree spirit, and the bright green light ball is the tree spirit of the sycamore, and the tree spirit is gone, the sycamore is just a tree, or a tree that has lost its vitality.

Qian Yan stood under the dilapidated plane tree, picked up a leaf on the ground, and echoed in his mind the leisurely words of yesterday's plane tree.

"You see I just dropped a leaf, I don't know how many leaves will be damaged by tomorrow's thunderstorm?"

The huge sycamore tree was destroyed under the action of the thunderstorm, not to mention a leaf, and the whole tree was destroyed, and Qian Yan stood under the tree, trembling and stretching out his hand, the originally smooth trunk became cracked and peeled, and the bark with the same color as jade also turned into a black piece.

However, there is one thing worth reassuring, because he feels that the tree spirit of the sycamore has not disappeared, but is just gone.

The Sycamore's dryad has detached from its body, but has not died. If it dies, the Sycamore body will die as well, and now although the body looks like it has lost its life, it is not dead, and the root system is still clinging to the ground. Thinking that as long as the tree spirit of the sycamore did not die, he would be able to sense her position through the trace of divine power left on the sycamore, so he closed his eyes.

But as a result, Qian Yan was disappointed, he failed to perceive the location of Wutong, not in the wind mountain and Tonghai, not in the fairy world, not in the world, not in the underworld, and not in the underworld.

One got up, and Qian Yan had already come to mid-air, turning into a phoenix, staring at the distant horizon.

There was the world outside Fengshan Tong, and the enchantment that appeared from time to time revealed a purple-black light, and Qian Yan slowly frowned.

Something happened!

If even he can't sense the whereabouts of Sycamore, then it can only mean one thing, Sycamore is not in this world.

Stepping on the breeze and slowly landing, Qianyan spit out a colorful bead from his mouth, and with a wave of his hand, the white warm divine power carried the bead and fell on the root of the sycamore, and in the blink of an eye, the whole sycamore tree emitted a colorful light, and after a while, the speed visible to the naked eye, the injured branches and crown of the sycamore returned to its original appearance.

The colorful beads flew out of the roots, and fell back into the hands of Qianyan, swallowing the beads back, and Qianyan flew away, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the boundary of the wind mountain and Tonghai.

Fengshan Tonghai is the place of gods, hidden in the other three realms, and this layer of enchantment has existed since ancient times, and it cannot be crossed unless it is a god.

Qian Yan looked at the purple-black flashes that appeared and disappeared on the enchantment, which was the same as the purple-black thunder and lightning brought by the thunderstorm that Wutong had just experienced, and outside the enchantment, in the distant sky, a huge purple-black dark cloud was just one corner left, and this corner, after flipping in the air for a few breaths, also disappeared.

Qian Yan retracted his gaze, and was about to turn around to leave, when the figures of a group of people were clearly photocopied on the barrier behind him.

The person who came stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds, and in the golden light, he could see that a nine-clawed golden dragon seemed to surround his body, and on the windless robe, there was a golden fairy qi surging outward.

The face is majestic, not smiling, and the frowning eyebrows indicate the mood at the moment.

The auspicious clouds fell, and the people who came and the group behind them all walked to the barrier, and although they were anxious, they still stood there quietly.

Shallow words are a little surprised, this Fengshan Tonghai has not been an outsider for thousands of years, why did it come today?

And the person who came was none other than the Immortal Emperor in charge of the Immortal Realm.

The Immortal Emperor saluted towards the enchantment, and soon the enchantment showed what the Immortal Emperor said.

"Immortal Emperor Bai Zhan has something important to visit the gods of Fengshan, it is related to the Three Realms, and I also invite the gods to see it."

Qian Yan was even more surprised, although he was a god, he had never been in charge of the affairs of the Three Realms, so what did he need to discuss with him?

After living for 100,000 years, Qianyan never cared about the outside world, and in addition to managing the affairs of the wind and mountains and Tonghai every day, he only guarded the sycamore.

Fengshan Tonghai is like a special existence in this world, except for him and the Wutong who is about to transform, no one can enter. This layer of enchantment hides Fengshan Tonghai, and no one knows the location of this place except for the emperor of the immortal realm.

And since the day he stayed in Fengshan Tonghai, the total number of times he has seen the emperor of the immortal realm is less than five, if I remember correctly, this immortal emperor has only lived for 10,000 years, and he has his own set of skills to manage the affairs of this immortal realm, and the three realms have been peaceful for a long time.

"God, can you show up and see it, it is a matter of the Three Realms, Bai Zhan doesn't dare to joke."

Another sentence appeared on the barrier, and Qianyan frowned, he just remembered what the thunder tribulation with purple and black thunder and lightning was.

The mutated thunder tribulation in ancient times, only in the ancient period when the gods and demons were in the war, the time is long, even the gods are only left with him and Wutong, and the demon is even more left, how did this thunder tribulation appear?

Qian Yan cast a spell on himself, and the white clothes, which were originally a little dirty, became spotless again, and this layer of spells deliberately hid his face.

Qian Yan gently passed through the enchantment, blocking the enchantment of the immortals, and it was like a layer of air on Qian Yan's body, waving up a circle of ripples, and Qian Yan walked out of the enchantment and stood in front of Bai Zhan.

Bai Zhan took a few steps back, bowed his head respectfully and said, not even daring to raise his head.

"God, just now, a thundercloud came from nowhere, destroying the barrier between the two worlds of the demons, causing the suppressed filth and anger between the two worlds to scatter, affecting the creatures of the two worlds, and now it is in chaos, so that the immortal power of my fairy world is also quite damaged, and now the people of the three worlds are panicking, and I also ask the gods to cast a spell to repair the enchantment of the two worlds of the demons."

Bai Zhan said the purpose of this trip, and stopped talking, he wanted to look up at the long-legendary phoenix god, but for some reason, a coercion pressed him and he couldn't move at all.

"Is that true?"

If you were still worried about Wutong just now, then now, you have to have one more.

The Great Chaos of the Three Realms had never been seen since he was born, and now a single Thunder Tribulation could have such a big impact?

"Xiaoxian doesn't dare to panic, God, please quickly cast a spell and repair the enchantment between the two worlds of human and demon."

Bai Zhan bowed down and said, he felt the coercion of the gods, and hurriedly secretly activated the immortal power, which was a little better.

"It's not that the gods don't help, but that the guardian enchantment requires the ancient god tree Sycamore to rely on the source of the earth to repair it, and unfortunately, the god of the sycamore is also affected by the mutated thunderstorm, and the tree spirit leaves the body and cannot be found. If you want to repair it, you need to find the dryad. ”

Shallow Yan's original unfazed heart, at the moment is really a little irritable, he remembered that when Wutong was born, he felt God's knowledge, Wutong has the heavy responsibility of protecting the common people, all the dirt and anger in the world rely on her original power, she is in the world, the world is fine, not there, the world is in chaos.

"This? Dare to ask God, where is the tree spirit of God Sycamore now? ”

Bai Zhan still bowed his head, if he couldn't even do anything about the gods of Fengshan Tonghai, then what should happen to the chaos of the Three Realms?

"The tree spirit is not in this realm, and the god needs to use the reincarnation mirror of the underworld to find the tree spirit."

After saying that, he disappeared in place, leaving a word for Bai Zhan and the others.

"Wait until you go back to the fairy realm first, and then discuss when I find the tree spirit."

From beginning to end, Bai Zhan and the others didn't even see the face of the gods, is this the gap between immortals and gods?

The reincarnation mirror of the underworld is born of heaven and earth in ancient times, and can check the reincarnation of all living beings between heaven and earth.

Due to the destruction of the enchantment, many creatures in the two worlds of human and demon were killed, and there were many more souls in the underworld in an instant.

"When the gods come, there is a loss of welcome, and there is a loss of welcome."

The Ghost Monarch Demon Yan was suppressed by the power of the Shallow Words, and the chaos in the underworld was not as good as the panic in his heart at the moment.

"Where is the reincarnation mirror?"

"Please come to God and Xiaoxian."

Mo Yan cautiously came to the reincarnation mirror with a shallow word, not knowing what this god needed the reincarnation mirror to do.

In the abyss secret realm of the underworld, the reincarnation mirror is placed here, the mirror body is not large, the whole body is pitch black, and only the mirror surface contains a little milky white.

With his divine power, the mirror began to glow with soft light, and it didn't take long for images to begin to appear inside. It's just that in the eyes of the Ghost Monarch Demon Yan, there is just some dense fog there, and nothing can be seen clearly.

Qian Yan carefully looked at the image in the mirror, and soon, a girl in her twenties appeared in the image, but the background there seemed very strange to Qian Yan.

Asa Yan recognized that the woman in the mirror was the reincarnation of the Sycamore Tree Spirit.

In the reincarnation mirror, tall glass buildings stand neatly on both sides of the street, and the bright glass curtain wall reflects the bright sunlight, and the piercing eyes cannot be opened.

Beside the streets, on the noisy roads, one car after another whizzed by, making the already hot season even more irritating.

Yun Wutong stood on the side of the road, looking at the endless flow of the road, thinking about whether to find a cool food shop to sit and drink a cold drink to cool down, or go to the company across the road first, and hand over the contract signed with the customer to the manager who kept calling and urging her early in the morning.

After thinking about it, he still felt that it was the most correct to finish the work in hand first, so Yun Wutong picked up his backpack, stood on the side of the road, waited for the green light to turn on, and stepped on the zebra crossing to walk across the road.

As she walked, Yun Wutong rubbed her eyes, why did she see that a suspended circle of light seemed to be formed not far in front of her, and in the aperture, she saw a man dressed in white, who was not like a mortal, and was gently stretching out his hand towards her?

It must be dazzling, it's heat stroke, hallucinations, Yun Wutong shook his head, closed his eyes, and planned to open them again, but the strange aperture not only did not disappear, but came to her, the slender hand, grabbed her arm, pulled her and flew into the aperture.

Yun Wutong only had time to shout "ah", and there was no longer her figure on the road.

And her last consciousness must have been reading too many fantasy novels, and she actually had such a real hallucination of heat stroke in broad daylight, and then, Yun Wutong no longer had any consciousness.

In modern times, there is nothing abnormal on this big road where the sycamore has disappeared, as if the sycamore has never been here.