The moment the phantom appeared in the flames, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted, and everyone's movements stopped, except for the village chief's sacrificial dance.

Mr. Yi couldn't help but take a step forward, his breathing rhythm was faster, it seemed that this phantom was his purpose.

The phantom was still very vague, and from the shape it was barely clear that it was not a person, but a slender object, glowing green from top to bottom, the same color as the flames on the altar.

After the phantom in the sacrificial fire appeared, some changes took place in the surroundings.

The trees in the distance were dying faster, their vitality was passing faster, and the houses of the whole village were gradually turning an unhealthy and miserable white, and even the stones exuded a dead breath.

However, the villagers who were bowing down to the altar have become younger, their gray sideburns have turned gray and black, and the wrinkles on their faces have been smoothed out, as if they have returned to their youthful days.

I closed my eyes and felt it, and sure enough, there was a lot of life in the air, pouring towards the altar from all directions, and the villagers were just a little light.

I also hurriedly cooked something and collected some to make up for the shortfall of the previous passage of life, and quietly watched the phantom in the flames gradually solidify, and I finally saw what it was.

It was a tree of no recognizable variety, with leaves as sharp as knives, and emerald green vitality lingering around the tree, as if the tree would never wither.

This state of being able to absorb vitality, transform vitality, and regenerate its own vitality again and again stunned me, this tree has such a ability, it is estimated that it has existed for at least thousands of years, no wonder the villagers worship it so devoutly.

If you ask any practitioner what the purpose of practice is, most of the answers they get are "attaining enlightenment" or "enlightenment".

But if you are more specific, practice Taoism, cultivate for progress, and so on...... There is only one ultimate goal, that is, to become an immortal.

And the original purpose of people to become immortals is because when the years are like knives and manpower is exhausted, there is a great terror between life and death, and cultivation can delay the pace of the years, immortality is the ultimate goal of cultivation, and true immortals are the ultimate answer to cultivation.

Not to mention becoming a true immortal, even the hope of cultivating a true master is extremely slim, talent, hard work, and luck are indispensable, and the most important luck has been taken away by the heavenly master hundreds of years ago.

But the tree in front of him completely gives the cultivator another answer, immortality does not have to go to heaven to find, there are also long-lasting things on the earth, and this tree is it.

"Is this the legendary ...... Immortal trees? ”

I hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but open my mouth, I knew too little about the Immortal Tree.

Mr. Yi gave me a complicated look, and then nodded:

"During the Wei and Jin dynasties, some masters found that there were trees that were thousands of feet high, and their leaves were emerald green, not affected by the climate of the four seasons, and they could not be injured by swords, guns, water and fire, and they grew an inch every day, which was the immortal tree."

"Legend has it that the immortal tree is the first tree in ancient times, and it can mobilize vitality freely, so it will never die, and the people under the tree can also live forever, but it disappeared after the Wei and Jin dynasties."

"This one in front of me is just a projection, the real immortal tree is much taller than this, but just a projection has such a strong vitality......"

There was more and more vitality pouring towards the Immortal Tree, and a vortex of vitality was formed in the air, and these vitality did not come from the island, it seemed that the Immortal Tree's roots covered a considerable area, which should have been ingested from far away.

After absorbing such a huge upgrade, the projection of the immortal tree is condensed as if it were a substance, if it weren't for the three-legged copper tripod below, I would have felt that this was a real tree.

After absorbing all the vitality, the emerald green light of the immortal tree lurked, and it became like an ordinary tree, but in its dense canopy, a faint golden light loomed, as if something was hidden inside.

At this time, Mr. Yi moved.

He took a step forward, as if the legendary ground had shrunk into an inch, and he stepped on the altar in a way that we outsiders were not allowed to set foot on.

When the villagers found out that Mr. Yi had gone to the altar, they were all very angry, and threatened him with their teeth and claws, telling him to come down quickly, but none of them went up to the altar to catch him, and these ordinary villagers were also not qualified to go to the altar.

Mr. Yi sneered, and then walked to the top of the altar step by step, where there was only a three-legged copper tripod, the phantom of the immortal tree, and the head of the East Village.

The village chief, dressed in a colorful fishskin coat, had just stopped dancing and was muttering something to the immortal tree.

Seeing that Mr. Yi was coming, the village chief behaved calmer than ordinary villagers:

"Go down, holy place, and don't tread on it."

However, Mr. Yi directly regarded him as air, and he walked quickly to the projection of the immortal tree, jumped up and rummaged through the canopy.

It seems that the golden light in the canopy of the immortal tree is the purpose of Mr. Yi's trip.

I didn't go up, my purpose was the Nine Yin Beast, even if the Immortal Tree was full of vitality and could help people continue their lives, I didn't want to have extraneous branches, so it was safest to stand below and observe.

After Mr. Yi walked up to the altar, the golden light in the canopy of the tree completely submerged, as if it had completely disappeared, and Mr. Ren Yi couldn't find it no matter how he searched for it, it seemed that the immortal tree was conscious.

Mr. Yi soon discovered this, he walked up to the village chief, frowned, and said:

"Why, where is the content?"

This time, the village chief also treated him as air, and continued to pray, and Mr. Yi listened carefully at first, but soon became impatient.

He reached out to grab the village chief's neck, probably trying to lift the village chief up and threaten him, but the village chief not only took a step back in time to avoid his grasp, so he slowly stretched out a finger towards Mr. Yi.

The village chief's speed is not fast, but Mr. Yi just can't dodge, this finger is firmly in the lower part of his chest, this is a big hole, and it is possible to die directly if he is vigorously pointed.

Fortunately, the village chief didn't exert his strength, and Mr. Yi just fell from the top of the altar like a dead leaf, fell to the ground in embarrassment, and after a while, he climbed up holding his chest, his eyes full of horror.

"I will be defeated with just one move, how is this possible, how can the village chief's Taoism be so high!"

It wasn't just Mr. Yi who was shocked, but I was also surprised.

I was secretly glad that I didn't go up with Mr. Yi just now, otherwise the end would definitely be as miserable as him, but after coming to Dongcun for so long, I have also carefully observed the villagers and roughly inferred their Taoism.

Most of the villagers are only equivalent to Dao Tong, and although the village chief is slightly stronger, he is at most an archmage, not even a qi refiner.

If you want to defeat Mr. Yi with an understatement, at least you need the realm of a true master, has the village chief been hiding it?

I frowned, there was no need for the village chief to do this, it shouldn't be like this.

Besides, it's a little familiar......