After slaying the behemoth demon, the frenzied attack of the demon legion immediately descended into chaos, and in the blink of an eye, they became the trophies of the Terran monks.

Feng Lan's gaze swept across the battlefield, and there was only indifference in his eyes, and he secretly gave birth to a strong disgust. It was as if he had witnessed all this, and what he remembered was the terrible thing that had followed all this madness.

Yes, it is easy to defend against the demon legions from the depths of the universe, but it is not easy to deal with the infighting of the same race.

The former can completely solve the problem by killing, while the latter cannot, as long as there are people, there must be different demands, different positions, and fundamentally doomed to a life-and-death struggle.

That kind of cruelty cannot be compared with the war with the aliens. Feng Lan only felt heavy in his heart.

The bad thing is that at this moment, he feels extremely heavy all over his body, as if he is bearing a pillar between heaven and earth, unable to extricate himself and unable to bear it.

I had to reluctantly go back to the big tree, find a thick branch, and lie down on the tree to rest. However, he did not expect that the thick blood mist that lingered around him would seep into the dead bark of the tree, as if the tree was sucking his blood.

At the same time, in the vast interstitial space, the same blood mist floated, converging towards the World Tree and disappearing into the massive trunk.

Towering into the sky, this tree of the world is majestic and ancient, and its branches extend into the endless depths, as if connecting countless mysterious worlds.

The trunk of the tree is densely covered with traces of 10,000 years of age, like chapped skin, but beneath this ancient appearance, there is a steady stream of vitality.

When the wisps of blood mist on Feng Lan's body entered the trunk of the World Tree, brilliant lines formed inside the trunk.

These lines flow on the trunk of the tree like blood veins, outlining a strange picture. Throughout it, it seems to shuttle between the heavy buildings, layer upon layer, like a magnificent tapestry, unpredictable.

The World Tree draws on the blood mist from Fenglan's body, which seems to be not just a simple absorption, but a mysterious and strange connection.

It is as if Fenglan is a seed falling off a tree, a seed that can connect with the universe. After a long time, Fenglan was able to feel the entangled connection between himself and the World Tree, a deep resonance that ran through his heart, but it seemed to meet a still sleeping heart, silent as snow.

In Fenglan's vision, the branches and leaves of the World Tree shimmered brightly, as if they had their own consciousness and spirituality.

Each leaf is so delicate and delicate, like a jasper carving, flowing with an intoxicating greenery.

Feng Lan squinted his eyes slightly, but he could clearly and truly see a towering tree with lush foliage in front of him, in the palm of his hand.

His spirit wandered among the branches of the trees, and he could hear the wind talking, the flowers and trees, the fierce birds and beasts, and so on.

Gradually, an oriental fish white gradually appeared behind the tree, and the glow of the sun shone on the leaves, exuding a strange pale golden luster.

After a long time, Feng Lan faintly felt a message from the World Tree, as if the roots of the big tree extended to the depths of his soul, looking for something.

When he took out the seed given by the old barbarian shaman, he began to understand that there was an ineffable connection between himself and the World Tree, a wonderful bond that transcended the mundane.

Even, when he went to the Dark Castle without hesitation, it seemed to be a predestined itinerary in the dark.

All this is like a fixed charter deliberately arranged.

"Should I just sit back and die?" Resentment welled up in Fenglan's heart. He saw the branches of the World Tree like a ladder, shuttling through the eastern fish white, stretching out into the boundless sky.

The coiled lines on those branches are like the winding and hidden paths on the road to cultivating immortals, like treacherous paths that are difficult to reach the blue sky, and the fish-white light is like the white moonlight.

Fenglan knows that this big tree directly determines his fate, but it is difficult to know what kind of character he is.

Even though there is a strong desire in my heart, a desire to be free, a desire for everything to be revealed, it can only backfire.

The wind and waves ran the Ten Thousand Spells, and it seemed to take a slow step, approaching the World Tree step by step. With each step, he could feel a stronger connection, as if the mysterious power of the World Tree was quietly infused into his body.

In his mind, the World Tree is no longer a lonely existence, but a great being full of vitality and mysterious power, another living thing that is deeply bound to himself.

Feng Lan stared at the World Tree in front of him, a breeze brushing his face, as if the World Tree was smiling at him.

Fenglan's blood seemed to resonate with the World Tree, and his own life force flowed into the tree continuously, and the World Tree fed him back with its endless power.

This connection is not a simple physical connection, but a wonderful bond that transcends time and space, as if Fenglan and the World Tree are destined to bear some kind of reincarnation of fate.

At this moment, a giant pupil appeared on the back of Fenglan's head, and the giant pupil leisurely enjoyed the mysterious power from the tree, gradually cutting off the marks on the giant pupil that seemed to be made of hundreds of millions of overlapping eyes.

The giant pupil seems to have gradually become conscious, and has become a giant pupil that is looking for memories of his past life. It seems that the big tree in front of it was once so familiar and how strange it is now.

This tree is the fulcrum of the universe, carrying the hopes and beliefs of countless living beings. The ancient wisdom of the World Tree blends with the courageous pursuit of the wind to create a magnificent and mysterious story.

However, its fate is closely linked to the World Tree, and the power and cultivation of the Great Tree will determine its fate.

Once upon a time, the big tree disappeared in the corner of the universe, and the giant pupils were scattered in the mortal world, until the appearance of Fenglan did they find a new owner.

In the sense of the wind, the World Tree transmits an ancient wisdom and blessing, but it is difficult to determine that it is transmitted through the giant pupil.

The current turmoil is not only connected to the three other worlds, and the top power of the three other worlds is driven by him, but also as the guardian of the tree, he must resurrect the tree, reappear in the universe, and wipe out the endless demon army.

Under the superimposed influence of Dongfang Yubai and giant pupils, Feng Lan only felt that he was completely integrated into the World Tree, and could feel that his blood was connected to the trunk, as if he had turned into a leaf on the tree, merging with the whole world.

He could feel the life force flowing between the branches, which flowed through his body, infusing him with a steady stream of power.

Standing on a dead branch of the World Tree, Feng Lan felt as if he was standing in the center of the universe, emitting a brilliant light that illuminated everything around him, and the vast universe was in full view, and in that distant corner, a large hall loomed.

As the old legend goes, the World Tree is the source of life, and on the banks of that spring is the palace where the gods dwell.

The gods rely on the incense of all the spirits in the universe to make offerings, absorb the source power they depend on for survival, and then transform it into the energy of life of all races, providing nourishment and hope for the whole world.

At this moment, Feng Lan has also faintly become a part of this source, and he is using the power of the World Tree to surpass his own limits and start a legend of his own.

Feng Lan suddenly felt that he was lightly flicked and fell under the tree, and he opened his eyes, only to see the flowers and trees around him smiling at him and talking to him.

It seems that everyone has gone through a long and difficult road, and they are rejoicing in living again. However, Feng Lan didn't know anything, and his short experience didn't say anything.

It's just that he is very sure that he is destined to move forward with the World Tree, to be accompanied by these flowers and trees with spiritual wisdom around him, to continue to practice, continue to grow, explore unknown realms, and protect the peace and order of the world.