The eight-winged bird flew far away with Jiang Sheng and Xing Moss, and at the same time flew for a long time.

It has been so long that Jiang Sheng has forgotten the concept of time.

Fortunately, neither it nor Xing Moss needed to eat, and it would not be hurt by the wind and rain.

So this flight has always been very smooth, so smooth that Jiang Sheng has never said a word of gossip.

It's just silent, silent.

So, Xing Tao didn't bother it.

So the flight has always been quite silent.

It wasn't until the two of them flew into an inaccessible outskirts that Jiang Sheng's eyes finally moved because of the wind.

The cat demon returned to the ground with Xing Moss.

In fact, even Jiang Sheng himself doesn't know where they are now.

can only vaguely judge that they have probably returned to the territory of Huaguo.

The place is very remote, and it is a dozen kilometers away from the nearest city.

There are no villages nearby, only wasteland.

Wild grass grows everywhere, but fortunately the ground is still flat.

There are many stones, but there is no river or water source to be seen.

This should be a very ordinary wasteland.

The only thing that catches the eye is probably that in the middle of this land, an old tree is erecting that is about to die.

That tree, which is almost seven or eight meters high, is not big or small.

The dry branches connected to the trunk of the tree, like a lone hand that wanted to break through the ground, begging for mercy at the sky.

Xing Tao obviously didn't understand the purpose of the cat demon's visit, so he could only open his mouth suspiciously and ask in a low voice.

"Jiang Sheng, this is here?"

"I don't know."

The cat demon responded very simply, the expression on his face was silent, and there was no change in the slightest.

"But I'll be here for a while to think about something. Some, something about myself."

As he spoke, Jiang Sheng stepped forward and put his hand on the trunk of the old tree, while slowly activating the spiritual power in its body.

The flesh doll's abilities are activated.

The production of the Dead Golem is once again underway.

In an instant, there were five pipes made of flesh and blood, which burst out from the cat demon's fingertips and pierced into the cavity of the old tree.

"Click, click."

After a few breaths, the life form of the tree is completely transformed.

Almost all of the plant fibers that still filled the trunk of the tree have been replaced with fresh flesh and blood.

The only thing that hasn't changed, perhaps, is the outer bark.

But even so, under the expansion and wriggling of flesh and blood.

The dry bark was eventually dyed scarlet.

Then all of them cracked, revealing the blood vessels and pulses underneath.

The old tree that should have died has been revitalized again.

Next, it is based on the expansion of the volume level.

The trees are surging, from the roots in the ground to the branches on the ground, as if they are absorbing some nutrients.

Then it grew a meter taller.

Then came two, three, four, five, and more.

At first, the roots of the tree were hidden underground, but since then they have been constantly splitting and intertwining.

The result is a solid, almost infinitely extendable platform.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the old tree, which was still growing, used a few thick branches to lift the cat demon and Xing Moss to the canopy.

Then the tree begins to grow most thoroughly. He even stood on the ground, soared into the sky, and touched the distant sky with his branches.

"Boom!"

The ground shook, and it didn't take long to regain calm.

Just wait

By the time everything was over, a flesh and blood ancient tree tens of thousands of meters tall had already towered under the sky.

"Damn, what's that?"

In the city more than ten kilometers away, pedestrians walking on the road first felt a shaking.

Then, when they looked up, they also saw the big trees in the distance.

"Could it be another supernatural event?"

"No, no, no, this is already a fantasy, right?"

"So, when will the government be able to make public the way of cultivation?"

"According to the news, we'll have to wait another month."

"Anyway, doesn't that tree look a bit like the tower in Hongxia City?"

"Anyway, let's take a picture with my phone first."

……

Regardless of the chaos at this end.

On the other side, on top of the tree's canopy, which was almost a kilometer wide.

Jiang Sheng, who was physically and mentally exhausted, finally sat down and sat in a tall and lonely chair made of white bones.

It looked sideways, and Xing Moss, who had been standing beside it all the time, moved its lips for a long time before it spoke.

"I'll give you a bird, Xing Moss. As long as you don't leave the country, you can go anywhere you want and do whatever you want. I will make sure that your body can be as far away from me as possible. It will also ensure that your spiritual power can be inexhaustible."

"So, you want me to leave you?"

Although the cat demon didn't say it explicitly, Xing Tao still heard Jiang Sheng's words.

Seeing this, Jiang Sheng was silent for a while, and then nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, I need to be alone now."

"That's right."

Knowing himself, Xing Tao, who couldn't comfort the black cat, looked around, and then sighed bitterly.

"Alright then, I'll leave. But this is by no means the end, Jiang Sheng, we will definitely meet again one day."

"Really?"

The tired-eyed youkai smiled and raised his hand to hand a crow in front of Xing Moss.

It was a raven, just growing out of its chest.

"I hope so."

"Absolutely."

Xing Moss, who firmly believed in the future, took over the crow, and at the end, he left the canopy with a bird with wings spread.

Before she left completely, the girl glanced back at Jiang Sheng again.

Located on that bone-covered seat, the figure of the monster looks terrifying and lonely.

……

Until a long time after Xing Tao left.

Jiang Shengcai took out a black orb from the space of the cage girl.

It looked at the beads in its hand and pondered for a long time. After that, he swallowed it in his belly.

For it knows that such calamities must be restrained.

Because it knows that it is the strongest spell.

The black haze shrouded the blood-stained canopy.

The white bones of the cross hold up the demon king who has exiled himself.

But is that enough?

With such a ginger sheng, can we usher in peace?