The faint voice of the ink stain fell, and she deeply understood the power of hatred, that is a kind of determination to drag the enemy to the end with her even if she sacrifices her own life, powerful and terrifying.

Mo Ran suddenly remembered the dimly lit laboratory, that day, she had lost her life just for revenge, when a person was blinded by hatred, everything he did was ruined.

"Yes, Huai Jin, that child, with the unique tolerance of the ghost vine witch flower, forcibly fused the evil forbidden technique, so that the pure white ghost vine witch flower turned into a pitch black color, and he was also controlled by that force."

It seemed that Mo Dye could imagine what a powerful and evil force it was, even more powerful than the power of the Great Elder and the Patriarch, and if no one stopped it, then they would face the catastrophe of annihilation.

"He blamed the woman's death on his own race, and it was also for love, Huai Jin didn't have any extra emotions to think about other reasons, all he saw was the death of his wife, which may be the reason that stimulated him to become like that."

Yarleyin lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, love has been something that poets have praised since ancient times, love is so beautiful in the eyes of many people, so surpassing everything, but you must understand that people will only sing about what they don't have, to praise how beautiful and desirable those things are, that is because they have never had them.

"The so-called love gives birth to hate, that's probably it, but Huai Jin just transferred his hatred to his own race, he was wrong."

Chi Yan lay on Nian Lingyu's body, wagging his tail lazily, and said that he had never experienced love, but just look at his master, Chi Yan couldn't help but look forward to what his love was like.

"yes, he couldn't be more wrong."

The Great Elder shook his head, although he understood the ins and outs of everything, Huai Jin at that time didn't listen to it at all.

"Huai Jin's strength is too strong, he has lost his consciousness and is blindly destroying."

The Great Elder's voice was full of vicissitudes, and he pointed to the bushes not far away.

A few people looked up, their eyes following the direction of the Great Elder, there were traces of countless thick and strong trees broken, although they were already covered with new vegetation and flowers, they could still imagine the traces of the destruction at the beginning.

"Oh my God, those trees take three or four people to hold onto, and they snap so easily......"

Lan Xi covered his lips, and his slightly immature voice spoke everyone's hearts, such a thick tree was broken like that.

"These are the traces left behind by that battle, telling us that the origin of wood has become what it is today because of this battle."

The Great Elder turned around and looked at the Origin of the Wood that shimmered faintly, and let out a sigh in his heart.

"Was it sabotaged by Huai Jin?"

The ghost-faced rakshasa looked at the Great Elder's expression and couldn't help but ask.

"It's not him, but it's because of him."

The Great Elder looked at Ghost Lingchuan in the transparent cage, and grief crossed his eyes.

"At that time, Huai Jin was unstoppable, and even beat the old man to a serious injury, Ling Chuan almost broke his arm in order to protect me, and more than half of the casualties in the clan were already killed, Ling Chuan finally decided to use the forbidden technique to fight the forbidden technique."

"Forbidden art against forbidden art?"

Ghostface Rakshasa lowered his head, fingers tapping his chin in thought.

"That's right, the forbidden technique within the clan also has a power that can release the origin of the wood and use it for its own use, but only the patriarch has one line

, to be able to touch the origin of the wood, which is also the reason why Ling Chuan wants to use the forbidden technique.

And the old man's original intention was that Ling Chuan stayed to take care of the clan, and the old man practiced forbidden techniques and died with Huai Jin, but who expected ......"

Listening to the Great Elder's sighing tone, it was not difficult to guess the ending.

"Patriarch Lingchuan took your place, cultivated the forbidden art, opened the power of the origin of the wood, and died with Huaijin."

Mo Ran's fingers tightly grasped Jun Chenyuan's big palm, and he seemed to feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"That's right, Ling Chuan extracted the power of the origin of the wood and broke Huai Jin's forbidden technique, and the origin of the wood itself contains the power of life, this power told him the truth of the year bit by bit, and also told us that Huai Jin's spiritual power was lost, and he hanged himself in front of us without shame in the face of everyone in the clan, and this chaos is finally over.

But because of this encounter, the origin of the wood began to lose its power, until now, it seems that the light is about to be extinguished, if the ghost vine witch flower clan loses the origin of the wood, our race, will also face extinction, extinction. ”

At this point, it seems that everything has been sorted out, and everyone understands the past of this most mysterious ghost vine and witch flower clan.

"But, why did the second uncle become like this?"

The ghost-faced Rakshasa looked at the appearance of the ghost Lingchuan sleeping in the cage, and his heart was full of doubts.

"Xu is patriarch is still thinking about everything in the clan at the last moment, he sacrificed for the survival of the clan, he is a hero."

Yar Leyin answered the Ghost Face Rakshasa's question, and this time, Yar Leyin's guess was the truth.

"Eight hundred years, eight hundred years have passed since that war, the Rakshasa has also returned to his hometown, and the little guy of the Yar clan has also come here, and the power of the origin of the wood may be about to awaken."

A rare excitement appeared on the Great Elder's wrinkled face, and he couldn't stop muttering as he held the hands of the Ghost-Faced Rakshasa and Yar Leyin.

Mo Ran understands the feelings of an old man who is eager to see his child again, eight hundred years is not a short time.

"But what do you want us to do to revive the origin of wood?"

Yarleyin looked at his hands, not knowing what to do.

"This ......"

The ghost-faced rakshasa frowned and thought, in his memory, he only found the people of the Yar clan who were in the same vein as the origin of the wood, and the origin of the wood would come back to life, and the specific method was really unclear.

"Come with me."

The Great Elder chuckled and shook his head, these little guys.

"Trouble the ink-dyed little friend is waiting here."

The Great Elder looked at the ink dye and nodded slightly.

Mo Ran nodded in response, leading Jun Chenyuan to sit in place without moving.

The Great Elder walked over to the Demon Vine Witch Flower that held the Origin of Wood, and a green light lit up on his hand, and a fragment of a parchment scroll appeared, landing on the palm of the Great Elder.

"That's the way, thank you, kid."

The Great Elder walked up to Yar Leyin, handed the parchment scroll into Yar Leyin's hands, and looked at Yar Leyin's eyes full of hope, the hope of more than 800 years was all in Yar Leyin's hands at this moment.

"Great Elder, don't worry, thousands of years ago, our race was originally close friends, and thousands of years later, I am still willing to go to the trouble for this friendship and do my best."

Yar Leyin looked at the Great Elder's eyes full of determination, held the Great Elder's hand, and solemnly promised himself

commitments.

"Okay, good boy, Rakshasa, I also need you to cooperate with Le Yin to rescue your second uncle."

The Great Elder nodded incessantly, put the fate of the Ghost Vine Witch Flower Clan in the hands of the two girls, told a few people that they could stay here forever, and left.

The ghost-faced Rakshasa looked at the back of the Great Elder with some vicissitudes, and the grandfather blurted out.

"Grandpa, trust us."

The voice of the ghost-faced rakshasa was not loud, but the Great Elder also heard it, he stopped, but he did not look back, waved his hand at the few people behind him, and left, but several people obviously noticed that the Great Elder's mood had changed, of course, in a good direction.

It wasn't until the Great Elder was out of sight that Yarleyin and the Ghost-faced Rakshasa sat down on the floor and began to discuss the contents of the parchment.

"This ...... It should be like this.... Oh no, that's ......."

"I see, look here...... I actually want the wheel of fate...... ...... like this"

The little heads of the two got together and began to discuss with each other.

Mo Dye led Jun Chenyuan to the origin of the wood, carefully observing the gem that emitted a faint light, although the light flickered, he could still feel the powerful power in it.

"It is worthy of the origin of wood, in such a situation, this power can still be so strong."

Ink Dye output a trace of wood spiritual power, but it was inhaled by the Origin of Wood without warning, and then Ink Dye was unable to cut off the power connection between the two, so he could only let the Origin of Wood empty his spiritual sea.

As the ink-dyed wood spiritual power entered the origin of the wood, no one noticed that Ghost Lingchuan, who was in the cage below, moved his fingers slightly.

"Dye!"

Jun Chenyuan realized that something was wrong, Mo Ran's face became more and more pale, and there was a faint golden power between his fingers, cutting off the power connection between the origin of the wood and the ink dye, and losing that powerful suction, Mo Dye fell into Jun Chenyuan's arms, panting slightly.

"Come on, eat this first."

Jun Chenyuan didn't wait for Mo Dye to speak, so he took out one of the pills that Mo Dye gave him and filled it into the ink dye's lip flap.

The pill entered his throat, and Mo Ran felt that the empty dantian was gradually recovering at this moment.

"The origin of this wood, the power is really not to be underestimated."

Ink Dye regained his strength and straightened up, his face flushed again.

"Are you alright?"

Yar Leyin noticed the movement here, and hurriedly pulled the ghost-faced rakshasa over.

"It's okay, it's just that this wood origin actually absorbed my wood spiritual power and almost emptied my dantian."

"The Great Elder's parchment scroll reads, 'The power that is not my power is inexhaustible, and life ceases, and the spirit is lost.'" This should mean that the power that does not belong to the origin of wood will be inexhaustible. ”

Yarle scratched the back of her head, and it seemed a little weird.

"I understand, the master's spiritual power just now was almost drained because the master's wood power does not belong to the power of the wood origin."

The ghost-faced rakshasa thought about it, it should be like this, and nodded.

"Leyin, why don't you try?"

Ghost-faced Rakshasa watched the green gem spin gently and looked at Yarlayin.

"Okay, I'll try."

Yarleyin nodded, and began to prepare as on the parchment roll.