In the Arakawa Ancient Realm, Yi Xiao sat there quietly, the earth under him was ruthlessly devouring the vitality in his body, but he was still motionless.

At this moment, he wants to turn into a barren tree in this fantasy world where there is both reality and fiction, but it is obviously not easy to do this.

Maybe it was someone else, and even if I thought about it, I am afraid it would not be possible.

But Yi Xiaoyao is different, the tree of years in his body is transformed from the barren tree that once grew in this barren land, and he can take this tree of age as the biggest breakthrough.

So at this moment, Yi Xiaoyao is communicating with the tree of time with his heart, wanting to integrate himself with this tree of time.

This process may be very long, time continues to pass with the vitality and spiritual power in his body, he has not had much time because of his low cultivation, and now there is less and less time left, once his idea does not succeed, then the enlightenment of the true meaning of desolation will definitely end in failure.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Xiaoyao has spent three days like this.

Three days in the barren ancient realm are also three days from the outside.

However, in the past three days, the surrounding sky and mountains and forests outside are just, but they are still full of black and oppressive people, and it seems that there is no decrease in personnel because of the passage of time, but because of the passage of time, even some registered disciples have heard the wind.

In the void, Mu Changsoul's expression was always solemn, but it was still difficult to hide the tension on his face.

"Back then, how did you comprehend the true meaning of desolation from the barren ancient realm and come out?"

The Lord of the Desolate Palace looked at Mu Changsoul, she actually wanted to ask if Mu Changsoul had told Yi Xiaoyao a way to comprehend the true meaning of desolation.

Mu Changsoul naturally knew what the other party wanted to know, so he just smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Back then, I used the art of desolation to compete for life with the ancient realm of barren rivers, so as to comprehend the true meaning of desolation."

"Later, I told this method to a genius disciple who also understood the art of desolation, and according to my method, although the disciple finally comprehended the true meaning of desolation, he was devoured by the art of desolation, and ended up with a ruined body and cultivation."

"Although that disciple has never resented me, I have always felt extremely guilty about this incident, how can I tell this method to this kid in front of me again, so that he can follow in the footsteps."

As he spoke, Mu Chang Soul sighed and said, "Even if that kid can successfully comprehend with my method, I don't want him to follow my path. Taking someone else's path, even if he can be unhindered for a while, is still a wrong path after all, and the path that suits him needs to be explored by himself, maybe he can take a more spacious road. ”

The Lord of the Desolate Palace knew that the disciple in Mu Changsoul's mouth was the white bone man who was now guarding the stele forest, and she could hear his high hopes for Yi Xiaoyao from what Mu Changsoul said about the "right path" and "wrong path".

"How difficult it is to follow your own path......"

In this regard, she just shook her head slightly, obviously feeling that Mu Changsoul was afraid that she would face even greater disappointment next.

Time, in the waiting of countless people, passed quietly, and before you knew it, it was a few days later.

In the past few days, Mu Changsoul's complexion has become more and more tense, and from time to time, he is a little dry, obviously not appreciative in his heart.

Because under normal circumstances, with Yi Yaoyao's cultivation, persevering until now, it is already the limit, if you comprehend the true meaning of desolation, I am afraid that it will come out a long time ago.

And he hasn't come out yet, obviously he hasn't been able to comprehend it yet.

Indeed, as Mu Changsoul thought, at this moment, in the Barren River Ancient Realm, Yi Xiaoyao did not comprehend the true meaning of desolation, but his body was already like a dry corpse, his vitality and spiritual power were about to run out, if he didn't leave, he would soon die here.

"Won't it work?"

Yi Xiaoyao, who can fully feel his state, is smiling helplessly in his heart, he communicates with the tree of time, and wants to integrate with it, but to no avail.

"But this is the only chance, how can I fail?"

The corners of Yi Xiaoyao's mouth pulled up a slightly ugly arc, and then he exhaled deeply, relying on the Heaven and Earth Wood Spirit to maintain the last bit of life-saving vitality, wanting to hold on for a while.

The more this happens, the more tormented he becomes, and he experiences the feeling of death anytime and anywhere, which gives birth to a strong desire to survive in his heart.

"The Tree of Years, I helped you turn withering into glory and help you blossom, why don't you help me at this moment?"

Yi Xiaoyao's mood became a little angry, he knew that the tree of time had a spirit, and ignoring his communication before was an indifferent refusal.

As this sound fell, the heavens and the earth were still silent, and there was no movement.

However, Yi Xiaoyao never gave up, the vitality in his body became more and more silent, but the sharpness in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger.

"If you help me, I will help you resurrect the Lord of Arakawa!"

As soon as this voice came out, the sapling of the years in his body trembled slightly.

Yi Xiaoyao's lower body had already begun to turn into powder and fall, but this movement made him wait a little longer.

However, the tendency of his physical decay has spread to his neck.

Airplanes!

At this moment, the decay of the flesh finally stopped suddenly.

Seeing such a change, the curvature of the corners of Yi Xiaoyao's lips gradually increased, this time, he won the bet after all, and the biggest lifeline of the tree of years is the lord of the barren river.

Suddenly, Yi Xiaoyao felt that wisps of vitality suddenly came from under his feet.

The vitality that had been robbed of this barren land before was now regained by him.

It seems that countless roots spread out of his body, deeply rooted in the earth!

"Thank you!"

Yi Xiaoyao suddenly felt a surprise in his heart, and thanked the tree of years in his heart.

Immediately afterward, he only felt that his roots were digging deeper and deeper into the ground below, and he could absorb more and more vitality.

Suddenly, Yi Xiaoyao's body, which was already like a dry corpse, was instantly refilled with blood and energy, and it began to grow continuously.

His heart trembled suddenly, and he finally merged with the tree of time very smoothly, and from this moment on, he was a tree.

He felt like he was growing, desperately trying to absorb the life that lay beneath the earth, his body getting bigger and bigger, and the life in his body getting bigger and bigger.

Gradually, under his absorption, the earth became more and more barren.

Suddenly, the tree incarnated by Yi Xiaoyao stopped growing, and dropped countless fallen leaves, and the vitality in the fallen leaves merged into the earth, causing the land to gradually begin to recover, and even give birth to some life.

Suddenly, Yi Xiaoyao finally understood, it turned out that this is the real barrenness, after the barrenness, the vitality is hidden, and when it recovers, the barrenness will also be full of vitality!

Otherwise, blind desolation is equivalent to self-destruction.

This is the true meaning of desolation.

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