After more than ten days, the warm breath has enveloped Wanhua Mansion, and even permeated the outside of Wanhua Mansion, condensing into a looming light curtain, in the light curtain, there are countless flowers competing to bloom first, and the luster emitted is more gorgeous than the rainbow, more dazzling than the sun, and the whole star field can see the strange appearance of Wanhua Mansion.

Helan Feiqiong slept, fell asleep, and the three little things led by Xiao Budian played around for a while, but they couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.

If someone can stay awake at this moment, they can find that the golden ripples keep spitting out and being sucked back with the breathing of Helan Feiqiong and Xiao Xiao.

I don't know how long it took, but several monks approached from afar, and they stopped in front of the gate of Wanhua Mansion and exchanged words in low voices.

"It seems that the true god Poor Light really fled into Wanhua Mansion. The monk at the head of the group looked hesitant: "We're a step too late!"

"What should we do? Shall we go in?" said the other monk, who dared to fight the idea of the true god of poverty, and of course their own cultivation was excellent.

"Looking at the scene of this Wanhua Mansion, the true god should have turned the danger into a disaster. The leader of the monk said, "We must not stay here for a long time, since we have no relationship with the Imperial Sword, it is better to retreat early, so as not to cause other troubles." ”

That's not true. A middle-aged man frowned and said, "We have spent so much effort to finally find the whereabouts of the true god Qianguang, how can we escape from the battle?"

"Yes!" the young man's words were immediately agreed, and another monk said, "If nothing else, we have paid a lot for the news alone, right?"

"But......" The monk at the head seemed to be in a dilemma: "Although the weather in Wanhua Mansion is extremely beautiful, I always feel that there are infinite evil opportunities hidden in it, otherwise...... Shall we wait and see for a few days?"

"I have to see you!" The middle-aged man said: "Now that the Western Emperor has rushed to Tianle Mountain with the true gods of various sects, and the great storage of the True Dragon Sect is also gathered in Tianle Mountain, the decisive battle between the Heavenly Dao Alliance and the True Dragon Sect is about to break out, and those guys have no time to take care of the True Gods, and when their victory or defeat is decided, do you think they can still get our turn?"

"That's right, that's right, wait a few days, maybe we won't have a chance again!"

"If you're afraid, then I'll take the lead!" said the middle-aged man, and without waiting for others to object, he had already swept towards the gate of Wanhua Mansion.

In a moment, the middle-aged man had approached the Wanhua Mansion, and the light curtain around the Wanhua Mansion began to tremble, and countless fluttering petals condensed into a sea of flowers, rolling towards the middle-aged man with overwhelming momentum.

The middle-aged man relied on his divine thought realm and forcibly flew forward, but there were too many petals gathered from all directions, and he only flew forward more than a hundred meters away, and the middle-aged man could no longer advance an inch.

At this time, the monks in the rear also rushed to this side, and those who were unwilling to give up naturally wanted to help their companions rush into battle together, and those who hesitated, seeing that their companions had already begun to move, were not good at watching the excitement on the side.

The young man saw that it was just an illusion, so he blocked his way, and felt that his face was somewhat unsightly, he took a long breath, and then let out an angry roar: "Who is pretending to be a ghost? If you have the guts, get out of here!"

Before the words fell, his two swords were unsheathed at the same time, wrapped in boundless sword power, and rolled around.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ...... The swept sword rays only twisted the illusion into pieces in an instant, and without the protection of the illusion, the gate of the Wanhua Mansion became extremely clear, and the door of the mansion was half-open and half-closed, as if welcoming their arrival.

"Good means!" laughed one of the monks.

The middle-aged man also showed a rather smug smile, and then rushed to the gate of Wanhua Mansion.

In the dragon's lair, Su Tang, who was in retreat, suddenly opened his eyes, there were no pupils in his eyes, only two extremely small golden dragons swimming rapidly.

At this moment, the middle-aged man had flown to the gate of Wanhua Mansion, he had just landed, and a thousand golden lights suddenly bloomed in front of him, although there was a divine thought realm to protect him from harm, but he was still squinted by the strong light, and when he could see things again, he found that there was another boundless sea of flowers rolling towards him.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and swung his twin swords forward, and at this moment, the sea of flowers that were fluttering suddenly changed, transforming into countless tiny golden streamers.

Boom Boom Boom ...... The sword power released by the middle-aged man collapsed in the accumulation of countless golden streamers, and then, the rain of light passed through the middle-aged man's body, and in just an instant, the middle-aged man was crushed to pieces.

Before the light rain arrived, the middle-aged man had already realized that something was wrong, and with his strange scream, a shadow floated out of his body and retreated into the distance.

It's just that the speed of the golden streamer was too fast, and the retreating shadow and body were shot at almost the same time, and then turned into a routing turbulence.

In less than half a breath, the man in the prime of life had already died, leaving only a hasty strange scream.

Several monks who came from behind were also swept in by the golden light, one by one turned into nothingness, the monk who was the leader was a little backward because he had been hesitating, and when he saw his companions in front of him annihilated one after another, he was terrified, and instinctively let out a miserable scream: "Be merciful! We don't dare to ......."

Airplanes...... The golden streamer continued to shoot forward, and the eyes of the monk at the head were full of despair, who knew that at this moment, the golden streamer turned into petals that fluttered one after another, hitting him, although it constituted a strong resistance, preventing him from moving forward, but it was not lethal.

The leader of the monks froze in place, cold sweat soaking his chest and back, and two other monks were also spared, they looked at each other for a moment, and at the same time swept up their figures, and fled into the star field with all their might.

In the dragon's lair, Su Tang's eyes slowly closed again, and the golden dragon circling and dancing in his eyes slowly dissipated.

Su Tang only felt that his body had become infinite, all the plants and trees in the Wanhua Mansion, as well as countless demons, seemed to have become cells in his body, he could not only clearly feel the joys, sorrows and sorrows of each cell, but also determine the life and death of each cell.

A goshawk soared in the sky, its eyes locked on a few rabbits running among the flowers, and in a moment, the goshawk began to dive downward, but its movements were not very resolute, because its many predations in the past few days had ended in failure, and it was about to lose confidence.

The rabbits were very clever, and they sensed that something was wrong in time, so they turned their heads and hid in the hole, only one of the larger rabbits stood still, and the eyes that seemed to be able to speak were full of disdain.

Sure enough, when the goshawk approached the rabbit, the vegetation around the rabbit suddenly began to roll, and the snake-like rattan formed a net, and the fly had suffered before, and immediately changed direction, swept high into the air, and at the same time made an unwilling chirp, and it was very puzzled, the rabbit eats grass, why are those vines to protect the rabbit, but are hostile to it? It has never touched grass.

The predation failed, and the goshawk flew into the distance, and in a short time, it had returned to its nest under the cliff, and several of the eaglets in the nest who had just grown feathers felt the return of their mother, and immediately let out a noisy scream.

Unfortunately, their mother did not bring them food, and several eaglets huddled under the goshawk and their cries became more shrill, and one of them seemed to be faint from hunger, and pecked at her mother desperately.

The goshawk couldn't hold any longer, and spread its wings as hard as it should, and swept into the air again.

Perhaps because of unwillingness, the goshawk returned to the place where he had just hunted, and the fat rabbit was still there, and when he found that the goshawk had gone and returned, the rabbit jumped up in the direction of the goshawk, obviously provoking, as if to say, you come!

The goshawk was probably enraged, and suddenly picked up speed and swooped down on the rabbit, determined to break away from the vines and bring back its prey to the children anyway.

The rabbit's eyes were filled with irony, and then it waited silently.

This time, however, the surrounding grass did not fluctuate, and the goshawk swooped down, and when the rabbit sensed something was wrong and wanted to turn and flee, it was too late, and the goshawk's claws had already pierced deep into its body, and then it rose from the ground and flew high into the air with the rabbit.

The rabbit struggled desperately, but could not break free, and the luster of its smart eyes gradually dimmed, and if it could speak human language, it would definitely take that sentence as its last words.

If you don't die, you won't die.

Su Tang in the dragon's lair exhaled softly, in these days, he had no autonomous consciousness, and the soul of the Ancient Tree of Destiny was using his instinct to control the changes in the Wanhua Mansion, and at this moment, the soul of the Ancient Tree of Destiny had been suppressed by Su Tang.

In a way, the Ancient Tree of Destiny is too soft, it instinctively loves the living beings, even if those living beings are fed by its derivative inheritance, it doesn't care, it just doesn't want the living beings to kill each other, and the ancient true dragon is too hard, he admires authority, and hopes that all living beings will obey his authority and act according to the black and white standards of good and evil that he prescribes.

And Su Tang doesn't like these two, or rather, he has his own independent personality and refuses to be swayed by external objects.

For Su Tang, they were all wrong, and the mistake was to replace the Heavenly Dao with their own will.

Since we have received the light, we must also accept the shadow caused by the light, and it is not advisable to devour all the light, and it is impossible to destroy all the shadows. If he is the only master of this world, he will choose the way to rule by hanging the arch, life does not need so many rules and regulations, naturally, it is the true way.

Su Tang's thoughts had just floated, and the countless bright flowers that had continued to bloom in the Wanhua Mansion had withered for the first time, but in nature, withering was normal, and the infinite vitality shown a few days ago was an anomaly.