The sky was green, and it was the chains of the branches and leaves of the sacred tree of Fuso. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The hydra was a mass of ink that was extremely black, and it drew a dot above the sky, and this dot slowly melted on the cloth of the sky, and kept soaking.

Li Hanxiao's domineering spirit is golden, like a Buddhist King Kong, which is inviolable.

The source dance turned into a big day, magnificent, blazing and powerful.

And Xu Fu's body protection qi is somewhat similar to that Fusang Divine Tree, and the bright green qi is like grass and trees growing, protecting him in it.

As for Qingming, he is like a fish, shuttling through this space, without a trace, unable to catch.

So the heavens and the earth became a cycle of green, gold, black, and red.

"Kill!"

Li Hanxiao let out a voice that dominated the world, shaking the heavens and the earth.

With that shout, a huge golden fist in the sky condensed, colliding with the ink, and the golden light scattered like a firework.

The ink was like a dead soul, sad and dark, with a terrible roar of cynical hatred.

At the same time, the branches of the Fuso Sacred Tree turned into chains to lock the Hydra, and the Great Sun steamed and turned into a spear of flames, and the sky seemed to melt.

The spear flew out like an arrow, straight towards the black, and at that moment the sky seemed to be ignited, and all the darkness, everything was burned out.

Qingming looked at this scene and didn't know how to describe it, the nine-headed insect seemed to be devoured by the flame gun, and there was no longer the slightest ink in the sky.

The Fuso Sacred Tree also seemed to have consumed a lot of combat power, it was no longer as magnificent as standing up to the sky, but it was back to the state of a small tree, but it was still green, and above the emerald green, a bright and dazzling flower, or a sun, was suspended on it.

Not far away, Li Hanxiao was panting, sweating profusely, obviously out of strength.

Qingming's expression was inexplicable, he didn't know how to get the flowers and leaves of this Fusang Sacred Tree, because he didn't know how to ask for it from this person who had saved his life.

Yuan Wu smiled, and finally showed her figure, she smiled so beautifully, her eyes were as gentle as a ball of water.

A golden crow, she is the fiercest and hottest in heaven and earth, but there is moisture in her eyes.

She looked at Qingming, but she didn't seem to be looking at him, "Many years ago, we met, when I was just an unformed flower on the Fuso Sacred Tree, and I had ten brothers. ”

"You killed nine of them, I shouldn't have survived, but you let me go, so I'm the eleventh sun." Gen Wu said with a smile.

"I was scared at first, but you just put me here, you know how much I hated you, it's just that when you came to me again, after saving me that time, I fell in love with you."

Yuan Wu looked at Qingming a little shyly, but suddenly frowned, she looked at her palm, which was shrouded in a cloud of black qi at some point.

Then she glanced at Qingming with some misery, reluctance and sadness.

Before Qingming could even realize it, he saw that the source dance was like a broken light, turning into the tiniest and tiniest particles of light and being swallowed up by a cloud of darkness.

Then there was lightning and thunder, and the figure of the nine-headed insect reappeared, and Qingming was stunned in place, not because the nine-headed insect was not dead, but because the source dance dissipated,

Once again, the monstrous hatred made him unable to control himself, and a mist darker than the night slowly gathered around him.

The hydra did not linger after swallowing the source dance, it knew that what it needed most was time, as long as it refined this sun, then it would be truly complete, and when the time came, no one in this world would be able to stop it, so it had to escape.

The Hydra was still extremely confident in its speed, and after escaping from that secret realm, it headed towards the East China Sea, where a sacred place was hidden, and where it had chosen for itself to transform into a dragon.

It only takes a little time for it to transform into a true divine dragon that the Four Seas Dragon Clan had to surrender to thousands of years ago.

What made it breathe a sigh of relief was that there was no one chasing after it, the person who had cultivated the domineering golden light did not chase after it, the person who controlled the back bow did not chase after it, and even the Fusang Divine Tree failed to step out of the secret realm because of restrictions.

In the secret realm, Qingming looked at a petal in his hand, that petal was more like a flame, it was burning constantly, beautiful and domineering.

The petals were left for himself before the source dance dissipated, and then a green leaf fell from the Fuso sacred tree, and this green leaf was like a pool of water, yin and soft.

"Smack!"

A tear slipped from the corner of Qingming's eyes, Qingming wiped away his tears expressionlessly, and handed the flowers and leaves in his hand to Xu Fu.

"Go to Yanjing Xu's house." He said coldly.

Xu Fu looked at the terrifying Qingming in front of him, and he didn't dare to move.

The black mist churned as if it came from hell.

Qingming hates, he hates the nine-headed insect, and hates himself even more, "If you weren't too weak, how could it have a chance, if you weren't too weak, how could Xu Mi have an accident, it's all your fault......"

Qingming whispered to himself, like entering a magic barrier.