A lion staggered around Atongmu, with a big head, a wide mouth, a white beard on his face, golden hair on his shoulders, a golden body with a hairball-like presence swinging around, his appearance was extraordinary and majestic, and he was completely a king.

"Roar. ”

Suddenly, with a loud roar, another taller lion swooped out of the bushes, opened its mouth, and pounced on the previous lion, and the two lions immediately fell into a bloody battle, and in the end only the larger lion left alive, leaving a torn and broken lion corpse on the ground.

Atongmu vaguely remembers that these two lions are a little familiar, forgetting that they are father and son, husband and wife, or brothers, but now it doesn't seem to matter!

How many times has this been?

Atongmu can't remember anymore, since a certain period, Atongmu found that there was more blood-colored mist in this area, and everything has changed.

Therefore, Atongmu calls these blood-colored mist demonic mist, because these blood-colored mist can turn living beings into devils, and the devils who are not recognized by the six relatives are only killed.

A family that once loved each other, former friends, because of these magic fogs, will suddenly go crazy one day, and then trigger an out-and-out death match.

Atongmu wanted to stop all this, but he couldn't speak, those beasts didn't have the ability to communicate with the trees, and Atongmu couldn't move, so he could only watch it all, again and again, powerless.

Atongki vows that if possible, he will prevent such a tragedy.

At some point, Atong Mu developed an emotion called hatred, and he hated this blood-colored mist that would make people go crazy, and this hatred accumulated until the end of Atongmu's time came.

Atong is a silver sycamore that can live for tens of thousands of years, but he has already lived a long time and is about to usher in the fate of death.

Eventually, the ruthless Atong Mu began to try to absorb this blood-colored mist. As if absorbing air, he inhales all these demonic mist into his body.

Unexpectedly, this method turned out to be feasible, and the atong wood became a silver sycamore that could absorb blood-colored mist, perhaps the blood-colored mist had an effect on other living beings. But for Atongmu as a tree, there was no effect in the slightest, and Atongmu could even feel that absorbing these blood-colored mist was of great benefit to him.

Atong has survived from such an environment. Even crossed his upper age limit, until one day, a man and a beast appeared in front of him, and that person made Atongmu feel very cordial, as if he was his relative, and Atongmu knew that that person could communicate with him.

Just as soon as he opened his mouth, even Atongmu himself was startled.

"Father, you seem to have retained a clear consciousness. ”

Damn, what's wrong with you. Why would he call a young man his father, Ah Tongmu didn't know all this, but subconsciously, there was a voice constantly telling Ah Tongmu that the person in front of him was his father.

"Hello, I do retain a clear consciousness, but I'm just a young adventurer, maybe you recognized the wrong person. ”

Tomorrow night is a little embarrassing, after all, whoever is called a father by a tree is estimated to be a little worried in his heart. After all, it was a bit too sudden.

"Father, you're here to help me become a Treatse. ”

Damn, why would I say such a thing, if Atongmu is a human. He will definitely cover his face, it's too embarrassing.

One humiliation is an accident, two times the enemy is a coincidence, and if he comes back a third time, I don't know if he will want to bury himself in the ground.

"Well, that's it. I have some of these thoughts. ”

Tomorrow night with an embarrassed look, the old wood gave him the ability to communicate with the tree, judge the age of the tree, and turn the giant tree into a tree giant, but he didn't expect to meet a giant tree that could completely guess his mind before he could make a move.

"I am willing to leave with you, and go with you to conquer the root of this demonic fog. ”

Mingye's face was flushed, and the giant wood in front of him directly blocked his words, but this result, Mingye was very happy to see it, which was enough to save a lot of tongues.

A huge emerald green crystal, appearing in Ming Ye's hand, was the life crystal given to him by the old wood, which was equivalent to using the magic wand of life magic or magic power to reserve the ancient life magic spell, which sounded from Ming Ye's mouth.

"Father, you can't do this!"

Tomorrow night almost bit off his tongue, but fortunately the magic has just begun, otherwise he would have to suffer from the backlash of magic.

"Do you know how?"

This time, Ming Ye didn't bother with the matter of Jumu calling his father, but was thinking about whether there was something imperfect about the life magic that Old Mu taught him.

However, for the matter of Jumu calling his father, he can barely accept it tomorrow night, after all, it is much easier to take Jumu under his command.

"In addition to the life crystal in your hand, I also need the breath of life and blood in your body. ”

Atongmu said seriously, he had begun to get used to knowing all this, although he didn't know why.

The test laid by the Nightmare Beast will only be guided by the memories of the person concerned, and it will be free to imagine, but one of them is the most deadly, if the person who participates in the test thinks that he is dead, then he will really die, and all of this, as the Nightmare Beast that started it, can watch as a bystander, and even at some point, it will be promoted, so that the person who participates in the test will die in his own vision, and the Nightmare Beast's purpose will be achieved.

Are you sure it's a tree, not a robber?

Tomorrow Ye hesitated, if it was really like this giant tree said, if he wanted to turn him into a tree giant, such a price was needed, then should he continue?

"Father, believe me, the piece of life crystal in your hand is not enough for me to turn into a human, oh, how did I forget, father, you have to prepare the fountain of life first. ”

In Atongmu's memory, there seems to be something more.

Ming Ye didn't dare to continue to use life magic, and in his opinion, the giant tree in front of him should be a robber.

Tomorrow Night quietly glanced at Dudu, signaling Dudu to be ready to leave at any time, the giant tree in front of him was too weird.

Tomorrow Night and Dudu fled the scene at a very fast speed, without a trace of nostalgia!

"Father, I'm Atongmu, why are you leaving? Why don't you want to help me transform into a human? Do you want to abandon Atongmu?"

Atongmu's voice seemed a little sad, he had ignored the memories that were frantically pouring out of his mind, and the hatred for the demon fog began to be unbalanced, Atongmu's world collapsed, and his leaves, starting from the canopy, gradually withered and yellowed. (To be continued.) )