A group of people who were still immersed in the joy of victory subconsciously closed their mouths.

Except for the people in the fourth district, the others were shocked that Xiao Miao, a sub-tree, could actually resist the Heavenly Dao Tree.

I was surprised that Yin Nian and the others had subconsciously touched the magic weapon.

For a moment, they didn't know where to look, and everyone in the Zishu Territory who rushed over stopped in an instant.

The mother tree easily pulled out the little seedling, her voice was calm, compared to the useless emotion of being hit and angry, she just wanted to solve her confusion: "Can you resist me?" ”

This is definitely not the arrogance of the mother tree.

The sub-tree will be absolutely subordinate to the mother tree, and the law of the sub-tree will also be absolutely subordinated to the main law of the mother tree, which is the rule.

The leaves of the seedlings trembled with anger.

The branches are weak and curled up, but they repeatedly try to break the branches of the mother tree.

The mother tree didn't actually plan to do anything to the mung bean dumplings, but she just wanted to figure out what the reason for the mutation that appeared in the territory, but Xiao Miao's reaction made her feel even more incomprehensible, and the child tree had never been able to resist her.

Yin Nian couldn't help but clench his fists vigorously, and reminded loudly: "Mother tree!" ”

And her dragon knife is already ready to move, saying that she is a mayfly shaking the tree, if the mother tree really suddenly explodes to kill Xiao Miao, the mother tree will either kill her today, or wait to be killed by her in the future, there is no other choice.

Mu Shu turned around and looked at Yin Nian, "Is it because of you?" ”

In her sight, there were wisps of thin lines between Xiao Miao and Yin Nian.

Who would have thought?

A sub-tree actually recognized a human race as its master by mistake?

Even if it is a daughter tree, the territory that can be divided is theirs, they are the ones who control that territory, and the territory of the whole world should be the territory of the mother tree.

Like an unchanging bond, the seed is detached from the mother and is not truly independent.

But this sub-tree, the mother tree looked down at the struggling little seedling, she couldn't show the slightest surrender to it from the little seedling, long after it was bound to Yin Nian, this seed that had been held by her had already jumped out of her palm.

Yin Nian couldn't see the expression on his face, but his heart was pinched, and he was even more worried than when he was chased by the insect king.

She could escape back after being chased by the insect king, but if the mother tree wanted to deal with her and her family, Yin Nian gritted her teeth.

Fortunately, the mother tree didn't really want to kill the seedlings.

She easily took the mung bean light ball that Xiao Miao was hiding, and threw Xiao Miao out casually, and half of Xiao Miao's branches were broken.

The mother tree watched the little seedling staggering up from the ground, "Whether it is obedience to bloodline suppression or disobedience, you must remember that no matter who you are, you need to fear me and don't try to provoke me." ”

The mother tree has always had absolute control over the territory.

But now there is more than a small seedling that is uncontrollable.

She squeezed the struggling mung bean dumpling in her hand when everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The ground under their feet suddenly cracked, and the countless branches that stretched out hung everyone in the fourth district, and without saying a word, they lifted the branches and smoked them, no one was an exception.

Oh, except for the thoughts.

She was pumped twice, and she will always be the 'exception' of the mother tree.

The little mung bean was pinched in the hand of the mother tree, and after a while, the mother tree raised her eyebrows: "Is it really territorial consciousness?" ”

"How is it possible for a territory to have a consciousness of its own?"

The mother tree closed her eyes under the nervous gaze of Yin Nian and the others.

Yin Nian looked at the tree roots bound to his body, and the hands that were tied behind him slowly tightened.

The consciousness of the Mother Tree penetrates deep into the interior of this little thing.

The deep black in front of her eyes gradually broke through the tiny red dots.

This was followed by large expanses of crimson.

It was a large area of ruins, a wasteland left over from Wanyu's attack on the Feng family's Mu family at that time.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, those who volunteered to stay behind to cover their escape.

The body of the mother tree is like the wind, condensed on this heaven and earth, and the blood of those people continues to penetrate this land.

Finally the blood soaked the rest of the wasteland, and the old reincarnation tree with a little bit of consciousness floated around with the wasteland, and it was also soaked in the crimson soil of hatred.

The mother tree closes its eyes.

Her hand traveled through time and space, touching the wasteland of the time.

The voices of many people can be heard from the wasteland.

[I hate ......]

Did they escape? 】

[I hate it so much! I hate it! 】

[It hurts so much, I'm scared. 】

[Will they ever come back?] What if I don't come back? What if I can't come back? 】

The obsession of the moment before death turned into all kinds of faint roars, constantly blending with the land, and being absorbed by this huge and dying reincarnation tree.

These grievances did not move the mother tree again, she had heard too much.

It can alternate between day and night.

The resentment was still there, but the voice was getting weaker.

Slowly turned into worry.

[Are they coming back?] 】

[Can you come back?] 】

[Will you come back?] 】

Resentment, worry, regret, self-blame, these different voices eventually slowly assimilate into one voice.

The blood on the ground gradually dried up, as if it had never existed, and even the bodies of those people were gone.

It seems that this land will 'eat people', swallowing their corpses bit by bit, and there will be no trace of them.

And a crimson ball of light appeared on the land.

Half of it is longing, and generally it is fear and resentment.

But the reincarnation tree slowly swallowed it up.

It was re-wrapped in a protected posture.

The resentment is gone.

That myriad of voices became one voice.

[It's okay, go and find them.] 】

The mother tree withdrew her hand, and she understood that it was not this land that gave birth to consciousness itself, but the obsession of all the people left behind in the Ten Thousand Domains that became the 'consciousness' of this land.

When their blood stained the land, a terrible obsession and a sense of belonging to the land brought them to merge with the Ten Thousand Realms.

Plus the dominance of the reincarnation tree.

In the end, such a small thing was formed.

The mother tree pulled her sense out and pinched the mung bean-sized thing in her hand.

It made a childish voice, "Hungry! ”

The roots of the tree tied to Yin Nian and them withdrew.

Everyone was injured, but no one screamed, and one by one they looked at the mother tree vigilantly.

The mother tree threw the mung bean dumplings back.

At the same time, she looked at Yin Nian and the people in the fourth district: "There will be a next time, it will not be such a result." ”

Yin Nian understood that what the mother tree was talking about subconsciously touching the magic weapon for them, and of course the mother tree would not allow the person under her protection to draw a knife against her.

"There is only one kind of person who can raise a knife against me, and that is the one who is stronger than me." The mother tree looked at Yin Nian calmly.

Yin Nian didn't say anything, but just grabbed the mung bean dumplings back.

The mother tree didn't care about the attitude of Yin Nian, but looked at the seedling that had already risen from the ground, "This is indeed territorial consciousness." ”

With the death of the body, those obsessions exist in another form and become a true territorial consciousness.

"But once the territory has its own dominant consciousness, it is no longer your territory." The mother tree whispered.

The little seedling touched its trunk and coughed twice.

"What do you mean it's not my territory?" Xiao Miao took two breaths, neither humble nor arrogant, "How can I rely on just one tree to hold such a large territory and the attacks of all the zergs?" ”

"I never thought of this territory as the domain of a tree of mine."

"This is everyone's territory."