A towering giant tree, presented in front of Zhan Wuji's eyes!

It is made of nine stout vines intertwined, and unlike the normal tree, which is like a real dragon, coiled together and reaching into the sky.

He was surrounded by layers of clouds, the power of wind and thunder, seeping into the trunks of the trees, and the dense foliage was like mountains, like the sea, and like the vast nothingness.

Red, fragrant, turquoise, goose yellow...... The seasons alternate.

Rugged old trees, rolling hills and valleys. The rain gathers, and the mess is embarrassed, forming a waterfall lake; The hazy mist rippled out, forming rainbows, like phantoms.

Countless flowers and green grass swayed in the breeze, setting off the winding road into the sky.

A distant fairy palace, looming in the clouds.

Five-colored light, emitting a dazzling light, shining in all directions.

This is the World Tree!

In the Thirteen Cities of the Secluded Capital, Zhan Wuji had seen this plant, named "Wusheng".

At this time, at the bottom of this building, a lot of immortals had gathered, and they rolled up their sleeves to open a path to the sky for this building tree.

In the clouds in the distance, in the brightly lit palace pavilions, a fairy with wide sleeves fluttering and bright eyes like water is holding a jade box or holding a spiritual flower. sometimes holding a jade flute and gently tapping her cherry lips; Some are holding the lute, and some are playing the strings.

These immortals are all beautiful, graceful, like butterflies dancing, walking in the clouds, the ethereal fairy sound from the clouds, crisp and high-pitched, people listen to the blood of the blood, eager to immediately climb the world tree, feather ascend to the immortals!

At this moment, "Liluo" spoke again: "Your choice is right. ”

"Live up to expectations!"

Hearing this, Zhan Wuji stepped out without hesitation, passed through the passage surrounded by countless immortals, and embarked on a large road composed of Jianshu, climbing up step by step.

As soon as he landed on this world tree, the immortal qi in Wang Lin's whole body immediately went crazy!

A vague artistic conception, like a seed in spring, begins to beat and sprout......

Behind him, there was a pure and rich cyan air current, which quietly emerged, as if it was about to be completely condensed......

Zhan Wuji was startled, he wanted to stop, but his body was not under his control at all!

No!

Not because of his body!

My own body has always been controlled by myself, and I have not been manipulated by anyone at all, and I have not even been deceived by my soul, but I just can't stop it!

It was as if he had promised to climb the World Tree and become an immortal!

didn't have time to think, Zhan Wuji immediately said silently in his heart: "I want to practice, I want to practice." ”

Before he could finish his words, he heard the voice of the system: "Ding! Path 3: [Heavenly Dao Authenticity] is being unlocked. ”

"Ding! The system will verify you......"

As his words fell, everything around him changed dramatically again!

What immortal palace, what immortal, what Jianmu, what immortal...... It's all gone!

In front of you, there is a vast and unfamiliar palace.

It is resplendent and magnificent, but if you look closely, you will find that this palace seems to be constantly changing every moment, full of great terror, great catastrophe, cold, chaos, evil, and depravity...... The taste is almost condensed into substance!

It was the palace of the "disordered" side where the "ruins" immortals lived!

At this time, the "ruins-weary" immortal in the vermilion palace costume sat on the throne, with a pair of white eyes, like the moonlight of the later generations, quietly looking down.

He looked at Zhan Wuji and nodded slightly: "Just ascending the World Tree is like a dream. ”

"You're finally awake!"

【Note】"Mencius: The Heart of the Child", Chen Pu.

[Note 2] Zhang Shanyuan, "General Theory of Ten Thousand Laws", "General Theory of Criminal Law".

The blood moon hung high, a mountain peak, like a sharp blade.

At the waist of the peak, the waterfall pours down, and in the sound of flowing water, a flat and smooth rock, like a high platform, stands below the waterfall.

An old man in sackcloth, with straw sandals on his feet, sat cross-legged with a whisk in his hand, his eyebrows and hair were white, his face was like that of a baby, and his eyes were gentle, looking at the shore.

A vague aura lingered on the old man's body.

At this time, beside a huge rock, there was a group of Mahayana beings of the human race, sitting cross-legged.

Most of them were blood-stained and ragged, and their ferocious and murderous intent had not yet been restrained, as if they had only fought once before.

"Lonely" stood in the middle of the crowd, looking down at the natal sword on his lap.

The blade of the sword was covered with dense cracks, as if it could be destroyed with a slight suck.

A patch of crimson lit up the earth.

The red-gold cloud seals shone in this space, as if they were isolating all the human races and all the worlds.

Suddenly, the Terran elder standing on the stage said, "Now my clan has countless ways to cultivate immortals. ”

"All the means are against the way of heaven."

"First of all, eat fairy meat."

"This method is the fastest and the most dangerous!"

"So far, there are only a handful of people who have been able to do this."

"The rest of the people couldn't bear the power of the immortals, turned into crippled immortals, lost their sanity, lost their sanity, lost their sanity, lost their sanity."

"Later, they evolved to devour the souls of immortals, devour the bones of immortals, and devour the essence of immortals."

"But every method of ascending to immortals has all kinds of drawbacks."

"This method, what can achieve immortals, is limited after all."

"The vast majority of human beings, in the process of ascending, are nine deaths."

"They will be strangled to death by the vast immortal energy of the immortals in an instant. or it is transformed by immortal thoughts; "Or, he failed to find a balance between dustlessness and chaos, and became a crippled immortal."

"Our ancestors went through the most difficult period, and when all the races did not pay attention to us, they studied and perfected from generation to generation, and the way of immortality of our people was further improved."

"Now, our immortal cultivation technique is no longer the kind of rough, but it will bring great damage to the immortal-eating technique, it can completely devour all the immortals from the level of the Heavenly Dao!"

"Ascension, there's a new name."

"Immortals wash the dust!"

After speaking, he glanced at the Terran Mahayana present, "This time, there are many people who have become immortals. ”

"Below, you listen carefully and remember every step of the 'Washing Immortals'."

"No room for error!"

All the Mahayana Mahayana suddenly turned straight and said in unison: "Yes!"

"Lonely" raised his head and looked at the high platform, and his eyes became solemn.