Under Yang Jian's interested gaze, the body of the Wangtian Tree became extremely blood-red, and the aura within a radius of a hundred miles was also drained.

The whole tree was like a mixture of blood and evil energy, and the aura became extremely violent, even more terrifying than before.

The wind was howling all around, and the cold air was getting thicker and thicker.

In this dark deep forest where the branches of the sky obscured the sunlight, through a layer of ghostly fog, a strange human face with blood and tears suddenly appeared in the center of the trunk of the Wangtian Tree, but in an instant, the huge mouth of the human face let out a scream, and the sharp sound was like countless blades scraping through the eardrums.

The ground shook more and more violently.

The next moment, a sudden change occurred!

The ground began to rush out with resin like plasma, and along with the surging resin came countless thick roots that rose from the ground, and the sound of knotted roots breaking through the ground came and went, and in an instant these roots wriggled and entangled like octopus feet, and then formed a thick tree wall.

The huge tree wall firmly blocked the body of the Wangtian Tree, and at the same time, hundreds of branches flew out in all directions in vain, intertwined, quickly forming a huge spiral spike, the spikes flashed with a cold light, and attacked towards Yang Jian.

However, the Lookout Tree's attack doesn't stop there.

It seemed to hate Yang Jian very much.

Among the cascading dark brown branches, under the hanging and fluttering branches, the leaves of the Wangtian Tree also surged, and in an instant, the leaves in the sky burst out, and one leaf after another was like thousands of arrows, screaming and cutting through the air, all of which attacked Yang Jian. Chinese Net

Yang Jian raised his head, his dark eyes were like a sword tempered by molten fire, and under the light and shadow of the strange ghost of the Wangtian Tree, the iris seemed to be flowing with molten scorching heat.

It was only when he saw the changes in the Wangtian Tree and the attacking attack that his dark pupils flashed with a lack of interest.

Tsk, I thought this tree was going to do something.

So that's the biggest move it can make?

It doesn't seem like there's any need to wait any longer.

Yang Jian's expression instantly turned cold, and there seemed to be a faint flash of golden light on his arm.

Immediately, he locked the qi machine on the body of the Wangtian Tree, and his slender fingers were folded together, changing a Dao technique.

Dazzling red gold flames snaked out of his fingers, and the samadhi true fire burned fiercely at his fingertips, dragging a long pale golden tail flame like a meteor and shooting out.

In an instant, the golden flames swelled like balloons, and then suddenly scattered in all directions, turning into countless small fireballs, shining wantonly among the lush trees and lush thorns, and in an instant, the waves of fire burned all the entangled spikes and flying leaves to ashes.

In just a moment, a terrible hiss suddenly pierced the sky.

Countless fireballs happily pierced through the huge tree wall, and the tree wall collapsed into countless black fly ashes, which spread all over the trunk of the Wangtian Tree to the entire body of the tree in an instant.

The tree wailed in the fierce fire of samadhi, and the strange face on the trunk became distorted in an instant, and the huge mouth let out a hoarse scream, but in an instant, the trunk collapsed, the vines broke, and the fine blades of grass and dust flew everywhere.

The roots of the Heavenly Tree could not move, let alone break free, and could only watch as the raging waves of fire devoured its body, and let out a painful wail.

Clusters of brilliant red-gold fireballs burned from the outside in, burning more and more vigorously with its trunk as firewood.

The red-gold Samadhi flame flickered brightly and brightly in the dark and deep forest, like a magnificent tomb, and all the grotesque and treacherous howls were buried in the deep forest.

There was a scorching smoke all around.

In the deep forest where the red flames shone brightly, the young man's sharp face was outlined more and more by the firelight, and he glanced faintly at the Wangtian tree that was about to burn to ashes, and at the same time, the faint light of the slender and strong arm gradually dissipated.

Yang Jian stood silently in place, watching the Wangtian Tree gradually be engulfed by the Samadhi True Fire, and finally did not leave a trace.

It was morning.

After the tree was gone, the warm sunlight shone straight down, and the light sprinkled on the lush weeds around it, dispelling the thin smoky gray fog, and the vision became wider and brighter.

Yang Jian retracted his gaze, and with a golden light, he floated in front of Su Changqing like a light swallow.

"Wang!"

The whistling dog wagged its tail at him.

Yang Jian hooked his lips almost imperceptibly, and reached out to touch the head of the Roaring Heavenly Dog, "It's hard work."

The roaring dog replied with a "wang" voice.

Yang Jian lowered his eyes and looked at Su Changqing, who was sitting in the Roaring Sky Dog, his long eyelashes were flowing with the sparkling sun, his eyes were clear, but he still showed a bit of stunning momentum, "Is the girl better?"

When Su Changqing met his gaze, he lost his mind inexplicably for a moment, and then came back to his senses and nodded hurriedly.

"It's really annoying...... Second Brother Yang, I'm fine."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows without a trace, as if he was amused by Su Changqing's title.

Su Changqing actually wanted to call Zhenjun directly, but he noticed the other people around him, but he thought that it was very troublesome to explain, so he was a little embarrassed to say sorry to Yang Jian in his heart, and then he cheekily called this title.

However, Yang Jian didn't care about this, so after hearing Su Changqing's words, he also smiled kindly, "Hmm."

Xie Junyao and Xiao He, the two battle maniacs, couldn't help but look at Yang Jian directly, their eyes were like a lake that had broken through the ice in vain, burning with fanatical meaning, as if they were reminiscing about the battle in which Yang Jian defeated the Wangtian Tree with one move.

And Zhou Baichuan and Wuzi had already seen Yang Jian before, so they greeted him very easily at this time, "Fellow Daoist, amazing!"

Yang Jian: "......"

The grim young man nodded reservedly, and the sun was shining in his pale eyes, "Pass the prize."

Su Changqing had already gotten off the body of the Howling Sky Dog, and he couldn't help but curl his fingers when he heard this at this moment.

Help, this is the true monarch of Qingyuan Miaodao.

Erlang God, who grew up step by step by licking blood from the knife edge in the battle of the gods, is that powerful?

That's called!

Xiao He was reluctant to look away for a long time, but his eyes were still a little fanatical, he touched Su Changqing with his hand, and asked in a low voice:

"Little sick seedling, what is the situation of this person?"

Xie Junyao immediately looked at him as well.

She was also curious.

Hearing this, Su Changqing groaned, and seemed to fall into a short thought, "Well, that's it...... That's the case, but it depends on the situation."

Xie Junyao: "......"

Xiao He: "???"

Zhou Baichuan and Wu Ziang: "...... Wow!"

I always feel that Senior Sister Su / Little Sick Yangzi / Su Daoyou is trying to say a very new thing.

In fact, Su Changqing was also a little surprised at this time, Yang Jian had never disappeared after the fight as before.

She remembered that the system had said before that the higher her cultivation, the smaller the restrictions on the summoning of the card characters and the longer she stayed.

Could it be because he broke through to Jindan, so Yang Jian hasn't disappeared now?

Lookout Tree: It hates people who don't have a sense of boundaries.

Yang Jian: Oh, that's all the strength?

(End of chapter)