The area of the Dead Wood Wasteland is vast, and Liu Fuyun has consumed too much physical and mental power before, but Yi Shasha didn't fly for too long after picking her up, and only found a flat place to land after confirming her safety. m.

Throwing a handful of seeds around and planting vines, Liu Fuyun controlled the vines to twist into a small pavilion and sat comfortably at the bottom.

"The host should pay attention first, this will have the best effect on cultivating spiritual power." Seeing that Liu Fuyun was still thinking about Fang Cai's affairs, the system reminded him loudly.

Tonight's host's mental power in the First World War has been greatly consumed, and it is much more overdrawn than when he dealt with a group of killers by the artificial lake last time.

To be honest, it was completely luck to be able to escape from the black cloak demon this time, and I am afraid that next time I will not have such good luck.

And whether it's pinning your hopes on summoning cards or BGM cards, it's not as good as improving your own strength. Functional cards are a support at best, and everything depends on the host's psychic power.

"Well, you've worked hard too." The slender fingers pressed on the temples, and Liu Fuyun temporarily put the bad things behind him, closed his eyes and cultivated the Eight Desolation Techniques.

Tonight, the life force that also exerted a lot of strength was also consumed hugely, and the endless green light in the spirit sea of Liu Fuyun shrank by a few points.

At this moment, she was running the Eight Desolation Techniques in circles to restore her spiritual power, and the life force was also slowly recovering.

Since ancient times, night has been a time for living beings to rest, and there is silence in the Elven Forest at this moment.

The lush forest, which had always been full of life, had long since lost its former vitality, and the large areas of plants in the forest were showing a kind of sickness, hanging weakly.

The sound of insects chirping in the quiet night was much lower than before, and an indescribable sense of desolation was spreading uncontrollably.

Everything in the Elven Forest was only because the tree of life, which represented the vitality of the entire forest, withered, and the prophet who had been the guardian of the sacred tree for thousands of years was unconscious.

It seems that this forest, and the entire elven race, are dying with the withering of the tree of life.

It was at this time that the orcs attacked their doorstep, and almost all the elves in the clan couldn't hold back the ** who wanted to fight, and just wanted to drive those barbaric invaders out of this pure land with the bow in their hands.

However, the prophet they had always revered sealed the forest firmly before falling asleep, cutting them off from their thoughts.

The barrier in the Elven Forest not only hindered the invasion of foreign enemies, but also cut off their contact with the outside world to re-establish contact, which was very passive.

The elves were a little puzzled, but they always chose to trust the prophet unconditionally.

At this moment, in the Elven Forest, the Elven King was standing in front of the Tree of Life with his head tilted slightly, looking sadly at the dead wood in front of him that had few leaves left. It was only when he was alone that he had such a sad expression, and in the past the Prophet would come up behind him and silently comfort him with his actions.

Then the scene will change from grief-stricken x1 to grief-stricken x2.

Everyone is sad together, but there is a companion, but now that the prophet has fallen, the pressure on the spirit of the elf king has doubled.

The status of the elven prophet is very special, such a person who can communicate with the tree of life has a very high status in the clan, and his presence is a comfort to the elves. Not only that, but the Prophet was a respectable elder to the Elven King, a teacher who taught him step by step to become a king.

Overhead, another dead leaf fell leisurely, landing right in front of the elven king's toes. He sighed and turned to leave.

At that moment, the ground suddenly shook slightly, and the entire forest seemed to be shaken, waking up the creatures that were already asleep.

"Your Majesty!"

The light of the magic circle lit up, and the figures of the Great Elder and the Second Elder appeared one after another, and they rushed here as soon as the mutation occurred.

"King, what has happened, the flora and fauna of the forest are alarmed!" The second elder's extremely beautiful face frowned, and he looked at the elven king's line of sight with the same anxious elder, and was shocked.

I saw that the giant tree in front of me was shaking violently from the trunk to the branches, and the only remaining withered yellow leaves on the tree began to fall one after another under this movement, and soon the ground was covered with ground.

"How's it going out there!" The Elven King asked suddenly.

"The ground shook just now, and all the clansmen were awakened and went out to check, but there were three elders calming down, and the scene was quite stable." The second elder replied as he stretched out his hand, and with magic gathered all the fallen leaves on the ground in one place.

"Cang'er has already led the team to check the enchantment, but this change is not affected by the outside of the forest, but takes place around the sacred tree."

Listening to the Great Elder's words, the Elven King walked to the Tree of Life in two steps and stretched out his hand to cover the trunk.

There was a strong tremor from his subordinates, and just as the three elves watched in horror, a thick branch at the top of the Tree of Life suddenly made a crisp sound, and it was broken and fell!

A vine burst out of the ground beside the Elven King, growing high in an instant, enveloping the broken branch that was already on the verge of smashing over his head.

One after another, several branches broke under this vibration, and for a while, the branches and leaves were scattered.

It was so tragic that the few old elves present who had lived for 1,800 years were about to cry.

Grief-stricken x3.

Just when a few people were at a loss and even thought that the tree of life was about to return to dust and dust, the shaking suddenly stopped. The tree of life was calm, the ground was no longer shaking, and everything was back to normal.

It's just that the mess in that place and the sacred tree that has been completely bald are declaring the madness of Fang Cai.

There are really two words floating in the air: cool.

"Calm the emotions of the clansmen, I'm afraid the enchantment won't last for two days, the battle is not in a hurry, prepare first." The Elven King gave a word to the two elders, turned and walked towards the teleportation circle. "I'll go see the Prophet."

Liu Fuyun originally wanted to practice and meditate overnight, and set off to return as soon as the morning dawned when his mental strength and body had recovered, but he didn't expect that this sitting would be three days.

The previous improvements in her spiritual power had made her Eight Desolation Techniques already cultivate to the peak of the third layer, but this time this battle actually directly broke that bottleneck and entered the breakthrough in one fell swoop.

Engrossed in cultivating, Liu Fuyun seemed to have entered the realm of selflessness. This rare state made the system unbearable and did not dare to interrupt, and only worked hard to help the host's cultivation.

And Sha Sha is dutifully guarding the vicinity, ensuring that his master will not be disturbed by any unexpected incidents.