"Boom ......"

After nine sounds, the ink thunder fell, as everyone thought, its power was undoubtedly the greatest, and the shock of nine days resounded in the sky, if there was one here.

The split is also slow, although it is only a slender one, but it is destined to be extraordinary, because it is the last one and because of its own color.

Like the advance of a behemoth, its slowness is another kind of suppression, suppressing heaven and earth, laws and people's hearts, which is the most powerful means.

Black is not only a temptation but also an unknown, and the fear generated by the unknown is also oppressive.

Before I got close to the sacred tree, I saw the branches and leaves falling, faster and faster, from the initial rain to the final waterfall.

Even if the sacred tree had the ability to repair itself, it was useless, the latter was nowhere near the speed of destruction, shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it turned out that the sacred tree was not that huge.

It's just that the trunk is thicker, and more branches and leaves are still left, and now almost all of them have fallen off and look bare and lonely. Like the bleakness of the autumn wind, all the spring and summer are blown away, just to welcome the winter, and the winter should be even more boring.

This is the original appearance of the sacred tree, and the vitality is almost non-existent compared to before.

And this time, the black thunder has not really hit him, if it really hits, what kind of picture should it be?

The only thing that has not changed is the pure faith, which has never left it, cannot be erased, does not drip or decompose.

Still at the trunk and main branches, it becomes a guardian, which is perhaps its strongest point.

With the fall of the black thunder, the pressure felt is also increasing, and the slender one is like the downward pressure of the heavenly layer, which is about to destroy the earth, but this is only an illusion.

In addition to making people can't help but kneel, what can they really do, and many of the people present are arrogant people, saying that they are disrespectful to heaven and earth, and there are many people, how can they kneel and resist.

If it is the real heaven, how can it be so oppressive, even if it is respected, it is not such a heaven, when is it the spirit of the earth, and there is such a great deed, how to respect.

Just as he was about to touch the branches of the sacred tree, wisps of black gas were emitted from the black thunder.

Spreading around, it is also unhurried, up and down, left and right, so I don't know whether this gas is cold or hot, Jiang Hai frowned directly when he saw this scene, and it was this ominous gas again.

In the past few years, I have seen more and more of them, and each time it is not a good thing, so I can't help but worry about whether these things are connected, or what kind of unknown history and story all these things point to.

The black qi is like a forerunner, clearing the obstacles for the black thunder behind, and everything everywhere it goes is dim and then dissipated, and there is no trace.

The black thunder finally fell, and at that moment, the tip of the sacred tree was cut off by a layer, and it was neat.

Every inch of the sacred tree is one point shorter, and there is no sign of stopping, and if it goes on, the entire sacred tree will be cut off.

Everyone looked at the liquid, which had been able to block Jielei before, but whether it could resist it at this moment, because the black gas had been blocked and could not continue to move forward, as if it was an absolute defense.

The two finally touched one place, and the pure faith changed color, like the purest thick juice, and looked inadvertently evil.

It seemed to have an effect, and everyone was surprised to find that the speed of Mo Lei's fall slowed down, and it seemed as if it was stationary, but looking at the concentrated liquid, they knew that it was not stationary.

The depression of the liquid indicates that it has been subjected to a great force, after all, it was not before, it is extremely stretched and perfectly integrated with the sacred tree, and now the folds indicate that it is it that resists the power in it.

They all look at the place where the two objects meet, the colors are the same, you need to look very carefully to distinguish them, and it doesn't seem to be a real fusion, there are extremely small gaps between them, and you can hardly see them.

So the two are not really the same, but just by mapping, they can become like this, and Jiang Hai's worries are a little worse.

If it is the most evil and evil thing, if it is contaminated, will it also be affected, people and things...... Everything is true, after all, this is the purest faith.

Pure faith is being squeezed, so it's not that Murray's attack is not strong enough, but it's blocked at the moment, and if this faith disappears, what will happen is unknown, but all the branches and leaves above are all cut off.

In the end, it dropped a little, although it seems to be only between square inches, but between square inches is the gap between the two.

At the end, a few drops of liquid dripped from the root of the sacred tree, as if the sound of dripping water could be heard

"Jingle ......"

It's a sound that only happens when you fall into a pond, and it's so special.

Everyone heard it, so they all looked at the root of the sacred tree, and the two drops had changed back to their original color because they had detached, and they were indeed colorless.

The transparent appearance, if you look closely, it is crystal like crystal. It didn't really land or go anywhere else, but turned into wisps of green smoke, as if it were when incense was burned.

Is this what faith itself looks like?

No, not completely, but in the end it became two human figures, which no one expected, not contaminated or wailing like a ghost, but flew back and floated near the sacred tree.

It's like a prodigal son returning home one by one.

With the whereabouts of Mo Lei, more and more faith dripped, and the moment he departed, he became green smoke, and finally became a human form.

This!

This is where faith comes from, and it is indeed from living beings, but it is by no means from the present people, because its clothing, like layers of stone clothing, is an ancient decoration.

Therefore, the previous conjecture has been verified again, and the origin of the sacred tree is not what was previously understood, at least not in front of it, which means that the one in the Zhulu Academy may not be the ontology!

Many figures and green smoke lingered around the sacred tree, and from a distance, it seemed as if they were replacing the many severed branches and leaves, relatively more ethereal and sacred, like the spiritual roots of a certain century.

Could it really be the spiritual root of a certain era, like a quick glance at the one above the heavenly court?

Or maybe this is the one in the heavenly court, after all, what I saw at the beginning was also a willow flying flocculent, and then it rained and dewed.

This may or may not be, it may be much older!

Jiang Hai's whimsical guess of the sacred tree is not simple.

Until all the liquid fell one after another, and now there was no obstacle, but the decline of Namerai did not accelerate, but became slower and slower, which became strange again.

It was definitely not what he saw with the naked eye, Jiang Hai had no choice but to open his divine sense, and intentionally or unintentionally, a warm current melted into his eyes, and then his eyes lit up.

What is seen is very different.

The first thing you hear is the sound of amusement, with plainly dressed children chasing and playing, from near to far, the surrounding scene is constantly changing, from stone buildings to grass, to white mist.

During this time, one person after another appeared, all of them with kind faces but hideous heads, the latter only because of their faces, which were unusual people, even the gray-haired old men.

The fog is intensifying, and finally I see more people, or kneeling, or standing, or sitting cross-legged, all around one place, at first glance there are no less than a thousand people, but because of the fog, the specific number of people is not clear, only a few.

There was more fog in that place, and it was also sacred. In the midst of many blessings, I finally saw a corner of the fog.

A lone branch across the mist, the green color seems to be full of spring, swaying with the wind between the bursts of the dizzy scattered, as if hearing the blessings of the people, give blessings, but all those who are touched, are refreshed like a new life.

Originally, the people who stood were all kneeling, without exception, even the most gorgeously dressed, and the five-body throw was enough to show their sincerity.

And there are more and more voices of chanting, all of which come from the heart, and the top of the branch changes again, and it actually bears flowers, not more than just one grain, I don't know whether it is a branch or a flower.

The color at the upper end is thicker, rippling in circles, like a text totem, so that the fog is thicker, and it is difficult to see that branch alone.

Is it gone?

Originally, it was replaced by a thick fog, but the halo was still the same, and the look was still the same.

Jiang Hai saw clearly, this was the Great Dao Seal, and it was the fragment that he lacked at the beginning, many fragments were fused into one, and this halo actually had so many Dao Seals.

This may be the essence of the sacred tree, I want to see more to remember the imprint, but I can't, the surrounding scene is restored, and he walked out of that special realm.

It's useless to concentrate again, you can't enter into it, it's just a history, maybe it's the source, maybe it's just a process.

The only thing that is certain is that the power that was previously integrated into the eyes belonged to the sacred tree, which was previously integrated into one's body, but it seemed to be out of one's control.

It appeared just to make itself known?

When I looked at it again, I realized that the many human figures were all the people I had seen before, and they were the most sincere believers, and they didn't have any other thoughts.

There is no doubt that this is a history that is not known yet, so it is not the era of the Holy Emperor at all, it is older than clothing, comparable to the Demon Lord.

At this moment, they all stretched out their arms, thought about connecting them in pairs, and finally became a circle of halos, exactly the same as what they had seen before.

So they are actually the imprint itself, which is like an infinite cycle, branching out of the crowd to become this group of people, and this group of people is followed by blessings, and the cycle repeats?

No, I can only say that there is a story in it, but I can't know it.

The aura is constantly circling, always with the sacred tree as the heart, and many colors are separated, like the bloom of fireworks, beautiful and sacred.

In contact with Murray, the latter was deformed, as if it was under great pressure, and it couldn't bear it.

Between the shakes, more black gas is generated, and it itself is dimming, as if it has been decomposed, so the composition of this thunder is a black substance.

Jiang Hai's eyes widened, it was impossible to say that the origin was opened, and his divine sense was also opened, he wanted to see if all this was what he had encountered in the past, and he was ready to take action at any time.

If it is broken to pieces, it will be destroyed, because it is ominous, because it is another world.