It didn't take long for Lumian, Franca, and Anthony to get close to the Shadow Tree, within Susanna's reach.

One of them ran out of occult salt, wrapped in crimson flames, his skin had become numb, but the flesh continued to produce pain, one was lithe and constantly changing positions, sniffing the metal vial in his palm from time to time and making a sneezing sound, and the other used the "psychiatrist's" ability to "pacify" to calm emotions and desires.

Suzanne was in the void canopy, only four or five meters away from the ground. Matisse snorted, his eyes reflecting Franca, who was wearing a lady's shirt and light-colored breeches.

Suddenly, Franka felt a strong fear.

But this fear does not come from the outside world, it is not abnormally amplified, but from her perception of the current situation, from her desire to live.

Susanna, who was united with the strange giant tree. Matisse cannot simply be treated as a sequence 5, but rather as a weakened, incomplete mythical biomorphic sequence 4!

Franca felt that she, Lumian, and the intelligence monger would all be beaten up by Suzanne in a short period of time. Mattis solved.

Save yourself before you save others!

Even as the sneezing continued, Franka stopped, unable to suppress her desire to survive. She struggled to run away and felt she shouldn't abandon her teammates.

Suzanne Matisse's turquoise eyes looked at Anthony Ryder again.

The intelligence peddler, whose emotions and desires were in a state of calmness, suddenly stirred, and the familiar fear welled up from the bottom of his heart.

A "spectator" with severe psychological defects is so easy to deal with......

Anthony Reid was well aware of his situation, but was powerless to fight it.

He sighed helplessly, and after the "pacification" failed, he shivered and found a nearby corner, covered his head, and was occupied by fear.

Suzanne Matisse quickly tackled two of Lumian's teammates, leaving them unable to help for a short period of time.

She then turned her gaze to Lumian, who was less than ten meters away from the Shadow Tree.

As an evil spirit, she has an insurmountable bias and attachment, and she still wants to grasp this sacrifice.

Although this ritual has caused a lot of commotion, and many saints and even angels have rushed to stop it, it is unlikely to succeed, but the "Shadow Tree" cannot be destroyed, and even the damage will not be too heavy, unless the "Eternal Sun" or the "God of Steam and Machinery" are willing to bury millions of people living in Tever and expose more serious problems underground, otherwise, there will be a next time if it is unsuccessful this time, and there will be a next time if it is unsuccessful.

As long as the sacrifice of an angel is perfectly sealed in its control, it won't be long before you can try again!

Therefore, Suzanne Matisse is an evil spirit who still wants to capture Lumian alive.

In an instant, Lumian slowed down, his mind filled with the same thoughts: "I can't die, I can't die, if I die, there will be no hope of resurrection for Oroel...... "I have to live, find out the truth about the disaster in the village of Cordu, and find out why Oroel believes in fate......

"These people have nothing to do with me, if they die, they die, and in this world, aren't there enough people dying every day? Can it be managed?

Lumian ran slower and slower, his expression contorted.

The crimson flames on his body were still burning, still making him feel pain, irritation, and a certain amount of sobriety.

But the more sober a person is, the more he wants to live.

This time, Susanna's influence on his desires finally did not fail again.

The Fallen Dryad caused the Shadow Tree to hang down a large number of vines, branches, and trunks, trapping Lumian in a circle less than ten meters in radius.

It has turned this place into a "primeval forest" with an astonishing density of plants, and the roots, vines, and branches have grown one after another wet and colorful flowers, which spew out tasteless anesthetic gases to turn the area into a sleeping country.

Such a field

Jing made Lumian's desire to survive and his other thoughts instantly agreed: only by moving on, only by killing Suzanne Matisse can he get out of the current situation and live!

Lumian ran again, half-illusory crimson flames condensing from behind him, sending them to hover towards Suzanne Matisse, who was only four meters above the ground.

He didn't think that this would hurt the "Fallen Dryad", after all, Suzanne Matisse was combined with the "Shadow Tree" on the one hand, and had strong defense and vitality, and on the other hand, she was not brainless and did not know how to dodge attacks and protect herself with extraordinary abilities.

Lumian's purpose was only to briefly interrupt Suzanne Matisse's gaze, so that she could not immediately provoke another desire for herself.

This time, the crimson fire ravens were no longer able to get close to the ethereal canopy, and they whizzed through the weakened barrier towards Suzanne Matisse's body.

Layers of brownish-green vines and branches wrapped around Suzanne Matisse's body, wrapping her like a wooden ball, leaving only a pair of turquoise eyes to look out.

With a booming sound, the vines and branches were blasted apart, and new ones were filled.

Meanwhile, for Lumien, less than ten meters away is the blink of an eye.

A large amount of slumber gas eroded into his side, first scorching and evaporating by the crimson flames on his body, then neutralized by the smell of burnt flesh, only a little into Lumian's nose.

This made his thoughts a little sluggish, and his head was a little dizzy, but it didn't affect his actions for the time being.

With the help of inertia, Lumian pressed the surface of the brown-green trunk on the left and right, so as to quickly ascend two or three meters, and then jumped high and looked at Suzanne Matisse in a downward stance.

Behind him, a huge fireball slowly coalesced, and his eyes reflected the wooden, brown-green ball, Suzanne Matisse's turquoise eyes.

It seemed as if he was going to take a huge fireball and smash his body into the canopy of the tree, smashing the brown and green ball of plants.

Such a gesture and such a choice have an obvious performative component.

Because Lumian's desire to perform was quietly stimulated by Suzanne Matisse, even the constant pain could only be suppressed a little.

Suzanne Matisse smiled, and let the surface of the plant ball that wrapped itself stick out one after another with sharp brown and green trunks, like a hedgehog spreading all its spikes, just waiting for the enemy to pounce and pierce him!

Once this is used to inflict a heavy blow on Lumian, the vines and branches that make up the orb will roll back outward, completely controlling the prey.

As the giant fireball condensed a little, Lumian began to fall.

But he didn't pounce on Suzanne Matisse, and with the eyes of a fool, he was at the same height as the other party.

He still didn't attack, and he continued to fall, and Suzanne Matisse, who didn't wait for him to step into the trap on his own initiative, looked a little puzzled.

It was only when he fell below the canopy that Lumien had a new move.

A huge fireball exploded, uncondensed, pushing his vest and sending him like a cannonball into the trunk of the Tree of Shadows.

His left hand raised the cracked "fallen mercury".

He didn't set his goal of Suzanne Matisse from the beginning, who has the ability to move freely and the gift of Sequence 5, which will most likely not gain anything, but will put himself in a great crisis.

All he wanted was to give the Tree of Shadows a stab, a stab from the Fallen Mercury!

Without the promotion of Themipolos, Fallen Mercury would certainly not have been able to exchange the fate of the giant brown and green tree, but Lumien was convinced that Suzanne Matisse was somehow combined with the Tree of Shadows, and that the Fallen Dryad, as the name suggests, must have had a tree before a tree had it.

This comes not only from Lumian's own observations, but also from Franca's speculations, Suzanne Matisse's own admissions and performances.

In other words, after the "Fallen Mercury" stabbed the "Shadow Tree", there was none

"Take this box with you, and we'll go to the back mountain."

Feng Jiuyou opened his mouth and ordered, although it has been made, he has not seen the results, and Feng Jiuyou is not at ease after all.

"Good!"

None of the three took it with them, and went to the back mountain.

Found a mountain col, Feng Jiuyou felt that this place was just the right place to test.

Then he waved his hand to stop Feng Chenyi and Wuxi Xi.

"Little sister, are we here?" Feng Chenyi looked around and saw that there were cliffs everywhere, so he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Third brother, put these in the crack of the mountain, and you will know later." Feng Jiuyou did not answer positively.

"Okay." Feng Chenyi did as he was told, tiptoeing, a few ups and downs, and put the things in the frame in the crack of the mountain.

"Little sister, am I coming back or ......" Feng Chenyi asked uncertainly.

"Ignition." Feng Jiuyou's voice spit out two words coldly, and he didn't forget to remind Feng Chenyi.

"Third brother, you have to stay away after the fire."

Feng Chen escaped Feng Jiuyou's words, and immediately took out the fire fold from his arms and lit the exposed fuse.

Then he took up the light work and stayed away, not daring to stay for a moment.

"Boom...... Boom ......"

There was a loud bang, shaking the valley, and Feng Chenyi, who had just flown into the air, almost lost his breath and fell down.

Feng Jiuyou used his internal force to shake the debris that splashed around her into the air.

Wuxi froze, letting the gravel beckon him.

At the same time, within a radius of twenty miles.

"Oh my God! What is it? Is it a thunderbolt?"

"The ground is shaking, but don't be shaking."

……

Feng Jiuyou's operation didn't know how to alarm a lot of people.

Her eyes condensed as she watched the effect of the explosives.

"This ...... Little sister, this is ......."

Feng Chenyi returned to Feng Jiuyou's side with palpitations, and couldn't help but pluck out his ears, the little sister was really, he didn't tell him, he was going to be deaf.

"It's explosives." Feng Jiuyou said indifferently.

She didn't want to get the black powder out so quickly, but some people couldn't wait to find death, so there was no need for her to hide it.

Not only did she have to get out the black powder, but she also had to get out the red-clad cannon.

The emergence of some things does not represent a killing war, but also represents suppression and deterrence.

And she needs to use such a thing to deter those young people and let them know that she is powerful.

Those delusions in my heart were extinguished before they arose.

Feng Jiuyou didn't believe it, even if he was a peak martial artist, he was still a mortal in the flesh, even if he escaped the power of black powder, he couldn't escape the red-clothed cannon.

"I don't want these things to leak out." Feng Jiuyou looked at Feng Chenyi and Wuxi very seriously.

Some things are only deterrent if they are in their own hands, and if the formula leaks out, the number of casualties will definitely increase exponentially.

That would be a catastrophe for the whole world.

With such a heavy cause and effect, Feng Jiuyou didn't want to carry it, even if she didn't believe in cause and effect, she had to think about the two cubs in her belly.

"Little sister, don't worry, I will never reveal anything like others." Feng Chenyi took the lead and assured very cautiously.

"Moreover, I made these things myself, without going through the hands of others."

This is true. Feng Chenyi's cautious attitude towards this matter before saw Feng Jiuyou, which made him keep an eye on it.

I'd rather spend more time than borrow someone else's hand.

"Miss, don't worry, the old man knows the importance of this matter, and he will never reveal half of it to the outside world." Wuxi also hurriedly expressed his position.