"Tree King, what do you want to do?" Also scolding was the horned man, who looked at the Tree King, and the phantom of the mountain peak behind him reappeared, resisting the erosion of the black water.

"I'm sorry, though I don't really want to! But I really can't help it, so please give me these two avatars! The old face of the Tree King showed a terrifying and distorted expression, and the fine pale white seals squirmed on his body, bulging up balls of flesh, which looked very terrifying.

The next moment, a sound like firecrackers rang out, and the flesh balls cracked one after another, revealing the internal wooden texture, and grew wildly, turning into vines and falling down.

As soon as the vines came into contact with the black water below, they regarded the dead air, resentment, and lonely ghosts in it as fertilizer.

After a while, the Tree King turned into a monster intertwined with countless vines, the incarnation of the Feathered Serpent and the Horned Man, and in the face of this kind of Tree King, he had no ability to resist, and was easily pulled into his body by it, crushed and absorbed little by little. Turning into two strange faces, they appeared next to the face of the Tree King, as if there were three faces on one head.

"Now, let's talk about it again!" The Tree King looked at Yuan Qingwei, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, revealing a terrifying smile.

"I don't feel like I need to talk to a madman about anything." Looking at the Tree King in front of him, Yuan Qingwei's face was very ugly, because he felt a very thin, but very familiar aura on the Tree King in this form—the Spirit Realm.

Is it true that the spirit world itself is a transworldly being? Well, the guy's theory might be correct. Yuan Qingwei recalled someone's guess in his memory.

The spiritual world itself is like an ocean, and the main world is the reef on the shore, and the power of the spiritual world rises and falls like a tide, and only then will there be fluctuations and changes in the power of the spiritual world.

Of course, because the person who made this guess was only a casual practitioner and a writer before his practice, not many people believed his guess, and even those who heard it only regarded it as a brain hole.

Yuan Qingwei will know, it is because that person is a native monk in Xiangzhou.

But now, when Yuan Qingwei saw the second world where the aura of the spirit world appeared, this guess involuntarily appeared in his mind.

It's just that the current Yuan Qingwei doesn't need to continue to delve into this issue, and he doesn't need to think about why the spirit realm aura of the Eroding Tree King suddenly erupted. The Tree King, who was affected by the spirit world, was essentially tilted towards the chaotic side, no matter how reliable he was on weekdays, he had no reason at all now.

Agreements, alliances, and cooperation are just a joke for him now. This kind of existence that is eroded by the aura of the spirit world usually has only two thoughts, one is to constantly enhance itself, and the other is to erode more living beings.

The vines flew, stirring the qi in the space and distorting, crawling all over the grimaces on the vines, revealing a thousand strange appearances, or hideous, or jealous, or wailing, or cursing......

The various sounds intertwine with each other, eventually condensing into a twisted and chaotic chapter.

Yuan Qing slapped the three-fire streamer clock slightly, and after the sound of Dangdang, a circle of fiery ripples centered on the three-fire streamer clock spread out in all directions, shattering all the falling vines, and the chaotic magic sound was also dismembered.

Then he stretched out his hand a little, and the treasure bell changed instantly, turning into a light shroud to envelop the other party, and a small hammer appeared in the palm of his hand and struck at the light mask. A piece of quaint seal inscription emerges on the surface of the treasure clock, the red glow flies, the pattern of the golden crow immediately comes to life, flying back and forth in the light cover, flowing color flying glow, swallowing auspicious light, thousands of sparks fall from between its wings, turn into a sea of fire, dazzling to the extreme.

The burned, distraught Tree King swayed wildly in the blazing fireworks, and instinctively pursued greater power, and the integration with the spirit world was also deeper. Gradually, delicate and mysterious lines appeared on his bare face, and at the same time, obscure and difficult incantations came out of his mouth.

Layers of turbid glow emerged from the vines, forcibly enlarging the light shield transformed by the Three Flames Streamer Clock by one size. The aura of chaos, evil, and terror fell from the void like a substance, overwhelmingly oppressing towards Yuan Qingwei, and the entire Yazhou Yin World was making a ghost crying wolf howl, as if it was fear, and it seemed to be repulsing.

Compared with the changes in the Tree King, Yuan Qingwei was more concerned about the Yin World, and at this time, a little thunder appeared in the sky above the Yang Realm.

"Damnation?" Seeing this scene, Yuan Qingwei couldn't help but stand upside down, because the people of Doe Dao couldn't get rid of the cause and effect of the heavenly court, the more advanced their cultivation was, the more they were rejected by heaven and earth, and they were also characters who almost experienced the curse of heaven, and they were very clear about the concept of heaven's curse.

Yuan Qingwei, who inherited his memory and inheritance, naturally also understood the horror of the curse, and the Dacheng period did not dare to face the curse and chose to be reincarnated, how could he want to try one or two, and he did not dare to continue to stay.

Yuan Qing opened his mouth slightly and spewed out a breath of vitality, falling into the three-fire streamer clock, arousing new changes in the treasure bell, one by one flame seals appeared inside the treasure bell, reflecting the red light inside, and at the same time, the golden crow phantom also made a higher chirp, more sparks fell, and the incarnation of the tree king was frantically burned.

The ghost light on the Tree King's body became even more muddy and crazy, and the vines continued to break and reborn in the flames, crackling and exploding in the ears, and the shaking bell shook faintly. Yuan Qingwei jumped and stood directly above the light mask, and stepped on it, and the mana and the treasure bell formed a cycle, pressing the tree king to the ground little by little.

The Tree King was naturally unwilling to perish, as if endless vines were constantly deriving, knocking on the surrounding light curtain, and the gloomy, chaotic, and evil aura continued to invade the light curtain, causing a little dark spot to appear on the light curtain.

"Still want to resist? I'll see how long you can hold out! Yuan Qing waved slightly, stood in front of him with one hand, and his fingers were bent to form a law seal.

For a while, Yuan Qingwei's mana and Bao Zhong formed a cycle, and he formed a cycle with auspicious land, and the three were centered on Yuan Qingwei, unified together, giving birth to more flames, refining the incarnation of the Tree King little by little.

The Tree King couldn't take it anymore, and he let out a terrible roar of pain, and it disappeared little by little with a fading crackling sound in the sea of fire.

Another half an hour passed, and there was not the slightest movement in the sea of fire, Yuan Qingwei still didn't dare to be careless, reciting the mantra, waving the dust, casting more than a dozen spells specifically for the spiritual breath, and falling into the sea of fire.

With a "boom", a dark and inky turbid aura emerged from the place where the Tree King dissipated just now, and as soon as the blazing sea of fire around him came into contact, it was immediately dimmed and extinguished. The three-fire streamer clock that shrouded this place also shook when it came into contact with the black gas, and the brilliance instantly dimmed.

"I knew it was going to be like this!" Yuan Qingwei looked at the dead wood remaining in the light mask, recalled the three-fire streamer clock, and looked at the dim little clock, Yuan Qingwei felt a little distressed.

"I don't know what that guy left behind, if the quality is average, this time it will be a big loss!" Yuan Qingwei carefully put away the treasure bell, and muttered quietly to the remaining dead wood.