Ai Hui sat on the ground with his butt at his feet, and at his feet was the corpse of a monster cut in two. Tiredness came like a tidal wave, and he wanted to fall asleep. It's the first time I've felt so tired when I entered this strange space.

Glancing down at the palm of his hand, it was bubbling with wisps of mist, and Ai Hui inexplicably thought of the hot pig's trotters that had just come out of the oven.

Swallowing his saliva, the hunger he hadn't felt for a long time suddenly came to him, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten in a long time. Well, the spiritual world, there is no need to eat, although this is a human instinct.

My mind seems to be getting a little erratic.

When Ai Hui saw that his body had become more transparent, he knew that this was not an illusion. It seems that the battle just now has caused more damage to himself than imagined. Even the ghost sword cruising around him, the light dimmed a lot.

He didn't dare to sleep, the devil knows if he wouldn't wake up if he fell asleep in this place.

With a thought in his mind, a ghost sword flew in front of him, and the smooth sword body was like a mirror, and Ai Hui could see himself clearly. Now I look very weird, my body is translucent, like a jellyfish. A black dot can be faintly seen on the forehead.

Ai Hui was startled.

When I looked closer, I realized that it was a black drop of blood.

What's even more terrifying is that around the black blood, wisps of black gas are like weird tentacles, eroding towards the surroundings little by little.

Deadseed Demonic Thoughts!

Ai Hui's eyes widened, and his mind exploded like a thunderbolt, buzzing.

He tried to make various moves, but no matter what, the black blood droplets on his forehead did not move. And when his consciousness fell on a black gas, a wisp of cold and evil death aura rushed to his face, as if staring into the abyss.

Ai Hui's heart couldn't help but sink.

Unexpectedly, before he died, in addition to doing things to his body, Red Pupil also left a hand in the Death Seed Demon Thought. Sure enough, he is worthy of being an ancient demon god, and he is still too tender compared to himself.

Well, it's not a shame to lose more than the Elder Demon God.

Ai Hui could only comfort himself like this.

The corpse of the monster at his feet caught his attention, it was melting. It's like an ice sculpture being illuminated by the sun and a corpse turning into a puddle of coloured liquid, like a mischievous child pouring different paints on the ground.

Before Ai Hui could figure out what was going on, the colored liquid seeped into the ground and vanished.

After a few moments, a touch of tender green arched out of the earth and began to grow at an alarming rate.

This is......

At this moment, a faint colored mist floated from the young buds, and Ai Hui was in good spirits. Inexplicably, Ai Hui felt indescribably comfortable, and the spirit that was dissipating seemed to be a little less.

This is!

He immediately realized that he had encountered something good, and the ghost swords that had been cruising and flying around him swarmed around the sprouts, like a swarm of bees patrolling the territory. Whenever the green shoots had a breath to escape, the ghost swords would deftly surround them and suck in the sword body.

Soon, the ghost sword regained its luster and became cheerful.

Ai Hui knew that this thing would be of great benefit to him, so he simply sat down.

The sprouts grow at an amazing rate, and in a short time they grow into a small sapling. At this time, its emanating aura became more and more intense, and a faint colored mist was released from the leaves from time to time, like a rainbow.

A part of the colored mist was inhaled by Ai Hui, and his body immediately condensed a lot. Ai Hui was able to determine that the colored mist was very good for the soul and could condense the soul.

After a few days, the small tree has grown into a towering tree, with a trunk of more than 20 feet, majestic and majestic. The huge and graceful canopy of the tree resembles a mountain peak in mid-air. The dense and lush foliage shines brightly, and the rich color mist is shrouded in color, which is very beautiful.

Ai Hui suddenly felt a little familiar.

The tree seems to be ...... Where have you seen it?

He couldn't help frowning, looked carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it felt. That's right, he must have seen it, and he was more and more sure in his heart.

Wait a minute!

This...... Isn't this your own message tree?

Ai Hui's eyes widened, barely believing his eyes. He walked around the towering tree in front of him a few times, and became more and more sure that he was right.

The giant tree in front of him is exactly the same as the number of his own first-generation news, but it is taller, and it is an enlarged version.

The original message tree ......

Breaking free from the initial shock, Ai Hui was a little shocked and fell into thought.

The first generation of the message tree was discovered by Ai Hui when he was in Matsuma Castle, in the old mansion where he worked. It is said that a guy named Heng Bingfeng once lived, and it was there that Ai Hui met Loulan.

Thinking of Loulan, Ai Hui's expression softened a lot, hey, I don't know how Loulan is now, I must be very worried about him.

At first, Ai Hui only thought it was an ordinary message tree, but later learned that it was the original message tree.

What's even stranger is that he was able to receive a message from an old man called the prisoner. If there was no prisoner and old man to warn in advance of the outbreak of the bloody disaster, it is difficult to say whether Ai Hui would have escaped the catastrophe.

The old prisoner is very mysterious, until now, Ai Hui does not know his name and where he is being held. The old prisoner's contact with him was also intermittent, and when he left Matsuma City, Ai Hui also deliberately took the original news tree with him.

However, with the fall of the Fire Liaoyuan and Huangshajiao, the circulation of Yuan Force within the Five Elements Heaven was interrupted, and Ai Hui's contact with the old prisoner became even less.

Moreover, Ai Hui could feel that the old prisoner's consciousness seemed to have become much more blurred, and it could be seen from the news received that it had become very messy. Ai Hui guessed that the old prisoner was probably nearing the end of his life.

He had sent a message to the other party, hoping to find out where the old man was being held so that he could rescue the old man.

Unfortunately, he did not get a reply from the old man, and later contact with the old man was also cut off.

Seeing the "message tree" in front of him, which was magnified many times, Ai Hui suddenly thought of the mysterious old man, the years of Matsuma City, and the master and mother. For a moment, he was a little delirious.

Ai Hui was awakened by a thudding sound, and he became alert.

Something is approaching.

The pure state of the divine soul is far more acute than the state of reality. There was no sound, no picture, even a wisp of hostility, Ai Hui could detect it.

He stood up, and the ghost sword that sucked the mist around the giant tree flew to him, ready for battle.

After a while, when Ai Hui saw it clearly, he couldn't help but gasp, and his scalp was numb.

A large number of monsters were slowly approaching him from different directions.

A dark green python flew sand and rocks wherever it passed, and its body was several times thicker than the trunk in front of Ai Hui. On the head of the triangular python, there is a human face, and the eyeballs alone are bigger than Ai Hui's body. It grinned at Ai Hui, revealing a scarlet snake letter.

A swarm of blue jellyfish floating in mid-air, glowing blue, like blue light bulbs. The tentacles like spikes fluttered like aquatic plants, but the blue light floating above them was like blue lightning entwined. They make a murmuring sound, like a baby murmuring.

An elk walks with a light step, ticking and ticking. Instead of antlers, the elk's head is a clump of living branches, delicate green leaves, and pink flowers blooming gracefully and charmingly. Beneath the branches, two hollow eye sockets, with black mist swirling inside. Its body does not have a strand of flesh and blood, but white bones.

Ai Hui is like a great enemy.

He could feel the coveting and greed of these strange creatures for the giant tree beside him.

The colorful mist of the giant tree was indeed extraordinary, and in just such a day's work, Ai Hui's somewhat loose spirit was not only re-condensed as before, but also strengthened. Also benefiting a lot is the ghost sword, whose power has skyrocketed.

It also gave him some confidence.

Despite being surrounded by these monsters, Ai Hui had no intention of giving up. In addition to the nourishment of the Colored Mist to the Divine Soul, the Giant Tree and the Message Tree look exactly the same, is there any connection?

In this wacky world, there is no use in escaping.

All the monsters suddenly stopped at the same time.

Hey, Ai Hui was a little surprised, he found that these monsters seemed to have some kind of concern and jealousy. His heart moved, was he jealous of himself? or...... Afraid of this giant tree?

Ai Hui was even more vigilant in his heart, could it be that there was any danger in this giant tree?

He tentatively moved away from the giant tree, but the monsters were indifferent. Ai Hui immediately understood that they were afraid of this giant tree!

There must still be danger!

These monsters are the "natives" of this world, and they know this ghost place better than they do.

Suddenly, a slight popping sound came from behind him, and Ai Hui's body stiffened.

He turned around and found the giant tree behind him, at some point, full of fruit.

Ai Hui gasped.

The fruit hanging from the branches is a man's head. The dense human brain came into view, and the impact can be imagined, Rao is Ai Hui crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood, and at this time, his scalp was numb.

These people have different heads, some have gray hair, some have black hair, but without exception, they have no face and no facial features. But for some reason, Ai Hui could tell the difference between them at a glance, and he could even tell if they were male or female.

A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and an inexplicable fear enveloped him.

At the same time, he felt the jealousy of the monsters behind him intensify, and they all stepped back in unison.

Ai Hui didn't say a word, and immediately retreated, trying to distance himself from the giant tree.

Crash.

The human brains hanging from the branches turned around in unison.

A smooth face with no facial features, like an apple that has been cut off in half by a knife, faces Ai Hui. I don't know when a gust of wind blows, and hair of all colors flutters.

Heads tremble in the wind.

It was like laughing uncontrollably, and it was like enduring great pain, and layers of ripples appeared on the smooth face.

Ai Hui's body stiffened, and he felt an invisible pressure surging from all directions, imprisoning him firmly. Countless voices, murmurs, screams, cries, and laughter were like countless awls swarming into his head.

Ai Hui held his head in his hands and screamed.

And at this moment, the heads hanging from the giant tree burst at the same time with a bang.