The night sky was silent, the brilliance of the stars was obscured, and only a lone moon hung high in the sky. In other words, in the Yuanyang Immortal Realm, such a night sky, the town rarely sees lights.

The neon side is different, Muto Qing carries the stairs, walks on the uninhabited riverside path, and on the right is the residential area, and every house is lit up, even in places with few pedestrians, there are illuminated street lights.

Look at the city on the other side of the river, the high-rise buildings are lined up, and the colorful lights are shining, as if they are pearls emitting brilliance in the deep sea, which looks extremely beautiful.

Although Uemachi City is not bad, his house is not in the city, but on the edge of the city, and there are far more residential areas than commercial streets, so it is normal to look prosperous without it.

Mu Tengqing still thinks in his heart that it's good that this place is not lively, otherwise he will definitely be regarded as a strange guy carrying the stairs.

The reason why I had to carry the stairs was naturally to climb over the three-meter-high fence of the school, and if I wanted to climb up the original owner's physical fitness, it was better to expect the sow to go up the tree.

Walking and stopping all the way, when I came to Banqiao Street, the time was already eight o'clock.

At night, Banqiao Street is not noisy during the day, the ground floor is closed, only the upstairs rooms will be lit up, and the city center farther away, with high-rise buildings, emits the same bright light as the opposite.

Whew, he took a breath, picked up the ladder, and continued on.

As he walked, he saw the wall of the Qingkong School, and his spirits were lifted, and he trotted over to set up the ladder on the wall, and the whole person climbed up with his hands and feet.

Standing on the wall, the night breeze is gentle, and it is very comfortable to blow on people, especially those who are sweating profusely.

The body was a little weaker than he had imagined, he wiped his sweat, bent down to put the ladder up little by little, and then placed it inside the wall, and after it was steady, he climbed down the ladder.

In order to prevent accidents, he knocked down the ladder and put it on the ground, and it was difficult to see the ladder when the light was black.

He himself is moving in the dark, avoiding lighting tools such as flashlights, which have a high chance of being discovered by the security guards.

The faint moonlight casts a strange black veil on the road, and the surroundings are quiet, the wind blows the cherry blossom trees, and the swaying cherry blossoms make a rustling sound, making the campus at night look hideous and terrifying, making the timid people suspect that a ghost will emerge at any time, and the bold people, such as Muto Qing, are naturally unaffected, and they do not hesitate to walk at all.

Groping his way to the atrium in the night, he finally saw the Tree of Legends, sped up under his feet, and rushed over.

Whew, he exhaled, didn't bother to wipe his sweat, sat cross-legged under the tree, his hands on the surface of the tree, and recited a raw incantation on his mouth.

The Servant Mantra, which is the easiest way to communicate with the gods, is equivalent to giving one's heart unreservedly to the gods and thus gaining the power given by the gods.

This tree did not give birth to gods, but it had the foundation of gods, and whether he could succeed in this move or not, even he didn't know, so he could only take a risk.

As the incantation came to the end, his eyes slowly closed, the leaves of the trees were windless, and the milky white light that ordinary people could not see gradually lit up, like flowing water, flowing down from the top of the tree, gathering on the pair of fleshy palms.

With his eyes closed, he only felt that he had entered a white world, with clouds and mist like a sea, tumbling endlessly, and a huge shadow was mixed between the clouds and mist, supporting the whole world.

It was obviously an unformed deity, not even conscious, just a framework there. He seemed so small in front of the shadow of the gods, but he could not erase it.

"Haha!" He opened his mouth and sucked it in, like a whale sucking water, and the power of the gods continued to enter his mouth, and the shadow of the gods gradually thinned.

These wishes are accumulated over a long period of time, not formed overnight, if all of them are absorbed, Muto Qing's strength will certainly increase, but it will also replace the unformed gods and merge with this tree.

That was not what he had hoped for, so he stopped absorbing the power of his wish when the shadow was about to disappear.

The night breeze blew across the lawn, and under the shade of the trees, two white lights suddenly brightened, like a lonely moon hanging high in the sky, and the light flashed and disappeared.

Muto Qing exhaled a white breath, a miniature version of a big tree appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and milky white wish power erupted from the tree, like a river rushing through the meridians in his body, and after a day, he once again mastered the power.

Even though the power of Shinto was only temporary, there was a deep joy in his heart.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out: "Who is sneaking under the tree?" ”

Security guard?! Muto Qing's mind flashed such a thought, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, he didn't dodge, the milky white power wrapped his whole body, and he stood there quietly, the breath of the living disappeared completely, as if he was incarnated into a small grass, moving with the wind.

A bright flashlight shone over, and a tall security guard walked over, walked around the tree, and then looked at the tree, but saw no one, and wondered, wasn't there light here just now?

Muto Qing looked at the security guard who was very close to him, but still couldn't see anything, his heart moved, and he stepped forward and blew a breath slightly.

The cool air swept through his neck, and the security guard's hair stood on end in an instant, and he turned around and shouted: "Who!" Which bastard is pretending to be a ghost in the shadows? Tell you, Lao Tzu is a veteran of the Maritime Self-Defense Force, and the criminals he has killed can fill an entire school. ”

The words were heroic, the legs of this security guard couldn't stop shaking, the flashlight shone through, and the back was empty, and there was no half of a figure in sight.

Whew, the cool air blew on his neck again, his teeth fought up and down, sweat was like rain, his hands were shaking, ghost, he met a ghost.

He looked around at the dim surroundings, and seemed to see a pair of scarlet eyes hidden in the darkness, and the ghost was quietly grinding his teeth, waiting to tear his body apart, sucking every inch of blood out of his body.

"Ahh Unable to bear the pressure, he screamed, foamed at the mouth wildly, and fell to the ground in a daze, his body twitched a few times, and then became motionless.

Unexpectedly, this security guard couldn't help but be frightened, Muto Qing was speechless, squatted down, pressed his hand on his heart, and milky white power poured into this person's body with the palm of his hand.

Puff, puff, a stronger heartbeat came, Muto Qing withdrew his hand, his brows furrowed slightly, his understanding of Shinto was very shallow, but he also understood that the willingness to be good at hiding and healing was definitely lacking in attack power.

It seems that this tree is not aggressive, and should be related to those who believe.

Forget it, he didn't plan to develop too far in the Divine Dao, it was enough to have the power of self-preservation in a short time, and cultivating immortals was the right way.

Thinking of this, he had no interest in staying, and turned back the way he came.

Shortly after he left, the security guard opened his eyes and looked blankly at the leaves, and then, with a scream, he hurriedly grabbed a flashlight and sped away.

Since then, the seven incredible events of the Blue Sky School have become eight incredible, and the legend is that the tree is haunted.