Chapter 822: Wonderful Words and Spiritual Sense Are Dead?

In the face of the surging source power, the tree spirit also stopped, and then slowly turned around, it had never forgotten Lin Fan, Lin Fan's appearance had been deeply recorded by it.

It was he who made the already weak tree spirit even weaker, and for Lin Fan, the tree spirit had an instinctive fear.

Seeing this situation, Lin Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly, he didn't expect this tree spirit to remember himself for so long.

"Lin Fan, communicate well with Lord Tree Spirit, the current Tree Spirit can only be regarded as a child, and the Great War back then almost destroyed the Divine Tree."

"My clan's divine tree has been reborn once, and now it is at most the mind of an eight- or nine-year-old child."

Lin Fan let out a long sigh, no wonder this tree spirit would behave like this.

The innkeeper in the secret realm is also a sacred tree tree spirit, he is an invincible existence, and the tree spirit in front of him is much worse than the innkeeper.

"Lord Divine Tree, we want to borrow your branches."

As soon as Lin Fan finished speaking, the whole body of the tree spirit shook, obviously rejecting Lin Fan's request.

The actions of the tree spirit stunned Lin Fan again, there was no room for negotiation, so he was rejected like this?

So what should I do, I can't let him really kill Wonderful Words.

Seeing Lin Fan's deflated expression, this was the first time in this period of time that the Great Elder laughed out loud.

At that moment, the Great Elder took the Dryad to other places, probably wanting to communicate with the Dryad.

Zhao Chengyin looked at the tree spirit of the colorful glazed tree, and couldn't help but sigh lightly, if this colorful glazed tree was the thing of their ancient family, maybe the current Great Xia would not be in this situation.

"The colorful glass of the sacred tree is really a thing against the sky."

Zhao Chengyin said with emotion.

Listening to the words that came out of Zhao Chengyin's mouth, Lin Fan couldn't help but look at him sideways, listening to his tone, as if he knew the magic of the colorful glass tree.

Immediately, Zhao Chengyin smiled bitterly, the power of this colorful glass tree is known to everyone, and there is no secret to speak of, and there is really nothing to say.

"Lin Fan, you better prepare for the worst first, what if the method you said doesn't work?"

"I want you a word now, for the wonderful words, if it really comes to that irreparable situation, will you kill or not?"

Zhao Chengyin didn't want to give Lin Fan any room for illusions, and now the problem has reached this point.

If there is really no way, there can only be two outcomes: killing Miaoyan and not killing Miaoyan, what else can you expect?

It's just that Lin Fan doesn't know this problem, he just doesn't know how to make a choice, so he will always be worried.

Miao Yan, who was sitting under the colorful glass tree, also looked at Lin Fan at this time, and it was only now that she figured out that the person who spoke the most here was actually this young man, not the great elder of the Desolate Beast Clan.

Lin Fan was also looking at Miao Yan, he had always wanted to see the shadow of the previous Miao Yan from the body of the Immortal Emperor's daughter, but until now, he didn't even notice a trace of familiarity, as if the previous Miao Yan had been killed by the Immortal Emperor's daughter.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan looked at the daughter of the Immortal Emperor with a complicated expression and asked.

"Before you woke up, there was a spiritual consciousness in this body named Miao Yan, how is she now?"

The daughter of the Immortal Emperor looked directly at Lin Fan, and suddenly snorted coldly, she naturally noticed that spiritual sense early on.

"It's just an ant, how can she deserve to share a body with me."

"Crushing her spiritual sense is easy for me."