The Divine Continent has existed since ancient times, and I don't know how many years have passed, this continent has gradually evolved into four realms - humans, demons, immortals, and gods. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The fairy world is divided into heavenly immortals, earth immortals, and ghost immortals. It is made by human cultivation and demon cultivation through the tempering and cultivation of eighty-one heavenly thunders, and it is a heavenly immortal; Earth immortals and ghost immortals can't withstand the thunder, and if they are not dead, they are earth immortals, and if they die, they are ghosts and immortals.

Therefore, the heavenly immortals are one, the earth immortals are two, and the ghosts and immortals are the end.

The two worlds of shemales are on the ground and live together on this continent. The two worlds are separated by an invisible barrier, and demons cannot enter the human world, and humans cannot set foot in the territory of demons. Since ancient times, the two worlds have lived peacefully and peacefully, and this barrier is not so much about isolation as it is about protection, and people are not harmed by demons, and demons are not killed by people.

The two worlds of shemales know each other but do not interact with each other.

In the first three worlds, the world has long known that people are proud of being able to cultivate immortals, and demons are willing to be able to cultivate immortals, but no one or demon can cultivate into gods, and gods are legends in the eyes of the world.

Because of this, all the people in the world have cultivated to become immortals, but there is no such thing as cultivating to become gods.

But but not does not mean that the divine realm does not exist, and God does not.

However, between heaven and earth, there is an independent special area, because of the isolation of the divine realm that existed in ancient times, no one can find it, let alone enter it.

Fengshan Tonghai is that divine realm!

If it is said that immortals can be cultivated, but gods are innate.

Fengshan Tonghai is the home of the gods, because there is no one else here, only a phoenix, one of the four great beasts of ancient times, and an ancient sacred tree that has grown for 10,000 years.

The phoenix is a god race, innate, born as a god, reborn in Nirvana every 10,000 years, until it grows up, and then lives with heaven and earth, forever.

The Divine Tree Sycamore, left over from ancient times, requires five Nirvana rebirths to cultivate into a human form, while the Sycamore needs to go through five thunderstorms before it can be transformed into a human.

And now, this phoenix in the Fengshan Tonghai has lived for 100,000 years, and it has been transformed into a human form for 50,000 years. Calculated by the age of human beings, the Phoenix God is already an adult.

"Brother Qianyan, when I suffer the last thunderstorm tomorrow, I can also cultivate myself, when the time comes, you must wait for me, we said that we will go to the East China Sea to enjoy the moon."

Tall and straight trees, standing tall on a sunny slope of Fengshan, under the slope, a large piece of green jungle stretches away, with a gust of wind blowing, forming a spectacular sea of trees, and here, is the Tonghai of Fengshan.

The trees in Tonghai grow densely and stand tall, but they are not as good as the one on the hillside.

The huge umbrella-shaped canopy envelops the entire hillside, and through the green leaves, the sunlight sprinkled down is like a crystal clear jewel, and some newly grown young leaves on the top of the tree stretch in the sun, and you can see the veins flowing on each leaf.

On the dense branches, the leaves are like a pampas fan, rustling under the action of the breeze. The smooth trunk with a verdant sheen does not show a single blemish.

It's a huge plane tree!

"Brother Qianyan, why don't you speak? You see, I just dropped a leaf. Tomorrow's thunderstorm, and I don't know how many leaves will be damaged, but fortunately, this is the last time, and I will never be so unfree in the future, I can go wherever I want, and I am so happy to think about it. ”

The cheerful voice of a girl rings like a brass bell, which is so melodious that it even makes people want to get close.

"Silly girl, it's just a leaf, and it will grow again, as long as you're okay. The last Thunderstorm will be worse than the previous four, and you can't take it lightly, you know? ”

The speaker, dressed in white, was spotless, with long ink-like hair draped casually behind his head, his head tilted, and his face tenderly gazed at a branch sticking out of his head.

The branches protrude from the plane tree, and a leaf at the top, small and tender green, playfully clings to the shoulders of the man in white. Although the man was helpless, he also allowed the little leaves to play freely.

"Oh, it's been 50,000 years, of course I know, a thunderstorm every 10,000 years, in the end, is to help me incarnate into a human, the last time is the key, I will definitely be careful. Brother Qianyan, don't worry, just think about how to accompany me to the East China Sea after tomorrow. ”

"You, being able to incarnate as a human means that you are an adult, why do you always want to play?"

The man in white patted the little leaf gently, although there was a hint of blame in his words, but it was still expected to be full of pampering.

It turned out that the brass bell-like sound actually came from this big plane tree. The man in white turned and sat down on a stone under the tree, took out a turquoise piccolo from his waist, and played it leisurely.

The sound of the flute curls, bringing a burst of floral fragrance, with the wind, constantly gathering around the plane tree and then drifting, quiet and beautiful, happy to the plane tree happily shaken.

"Brother Qianyan, you are so powerful, you blow it so well, when I become a human, will you teach me well? I also want a piccolo like yours, and I want to have my name Sycamore engraved on it, and then hang the white feather you gave me, it must be beautiful. ”

"Hehe, you are the only one in the world who dares to use the neck feathers of my phoenix clan as an ordinary ornament. You must know that this is the neck feather with the most powerful divine power, and it is ten points that condenses my divine power, and it can be regarded as the supreme treasure in the world. ”

The man in white stopped, reached out and gently stroked the small leaves that were clinging to his shoulder, his eyes focused and gentle.

"Hmph, didn't you give it to me because you were covered in red feathers and thought it was white and unsightly? Besides, if it's given to me, it's mine, and I can use it however I want. ”

The girl's voice has a hint of playfulness and mischievousness, and you can imagine how cute she would be if she was in human form.

"Girl, I'm a phoenix, the only god in the world, why do I seem to be worse than an ordinary bird in your eyes?"

The man in white put away the piccolo and raised it casually, and a large field of flowers bloomed all over the hillside, as if a carpet of flowers had been laid under the big tree.

Some ordinary birds flew over and landed on the plane tree, singing affectionately on the branches.

"Brother Qianyan, you have guarded me for 50,000 years, you have been by my side since I was born, and I have long been accustomed to having you by my side for these 10,000 years of protection. Without you, I feel like I'm missing something, well, I don't know how to describe this feeling, it's just a feeling of being very unhappy and sad when I think about it. ”

The voice of the sycamore was a little dim, and the small leaf curled up. If it weren't for Qianyan accompanying her, these 10,000 years, just staying in Tonghai like this, and going anywhere, Wutong felt that she would definitely give up during the first thunderstorm.

"Girl, this world has been self-contained, running freely, all walks of life are peaceful, for the creatures in the world, God is just a legend, and the shallow words have lived for 100,000 years, if it weren't for your existence, maybe there is not even a legend in this world. So, it's not so much that I'm with you, it's that you're my raison d'être. Unless you don't want me anymore, otherwise, I will always be your only brother who speaks. ”

There is a kind of magic in the voice, deep into Wutong's heart, although she does not have a body, but when she can speak, there is a tree spirit in her body, and there is a spirit to her.

"Brother Qianyan, you are so good! I promise you, I will always be with you! ”

The sycamore gently shook the huge canopy, and stretched out another branch, gently touching the face of the man in white, like a playful girl looking at her lover tenderly with full eyes.

Behind a man and a tree, the sea of tung sea was flooded with turquoise waves, gently transmitting the breath of each tree to the sycamore, and she felt their joy, anticipation, and blessings.