and, bow down to the tree of life.

It is a sacred relic of the entire Lost Hidden Country, and legend has it that the gods also have to use its power to protect the Lost Hidden Kingdom through the catastrophe of destruction.

Ten years ago, Ming An came to the sacred tree with a pious attitude.

This time he revisited the old place, and his heart was pounding.

However, as soon as he stepped into the atrium, his pupils widened as soon as he raised his head.

What's—What is this?

The atrium is still the same atrium, and the lake is still clear and smooth as a mirror, but the trees in the lake are ......

The tree of life in his memory was lush and majestic, as beautiful as a dream. At that time, the people who had the privilege of worshipping the tree of life with him were all amazed, and they had to make a big splash about what they had seen when they returned.

But the tree he saw now was dark and bare, as if the last shred of life had been extinguished a long time ago.

Immediately afterwards, Ming'an saw the reflection of the dead trees on the surface of the lake.

The big tree in his memory hangs down thousands of silks in the reflection, still beautiful as a dream, with blue fireflies flying, everything is the most complete appearance.

What's going on?

Which one is real, the dead wood or the reflection in the water?

In horror, he caught a glimpse of the guards facing him.

The young man's eyes were also a little surprised, but he was definitely not as shocked as Ming An, but he spoke: "This, what's going on, is the holy tree really dead?"

Bai Xincha sighed irritably. It's really troublesome, and it's looked at by irrelevant people again. If it weren't for Yun Xincha's sudden madness, he had to find someone to move in, how could the secret of the temple be in the eyes of the two inferior pariahs?

Ah, wait. "What do you mean by 'really dead'?" Bai Xincha stared at the guard, "Who have you heard say?"

The guard stumbled: "Outside there is a rumor that everyone says that the Tree of Life is dead. ”

Bai Xincha frowned and commanded the two: "Put him in the water." "When the work of these two men is done, the secrets of the temple and the tree of life are not to be revealed.

They have been very conservative for so many years.

Anyway, they were going to die, and he didn't bother to teach a lesson.

"Thrown into the water?" the guard was surprised, "He, Yun Xincha will drown, right?"

Is there any trouble between these two Xincha, and Bai Xincha wants to take revenge quietly?

His gaze was so expressive that it conveyed this hint vividly. Bai Xincha understood, and said angrily: "If you let it go, you will let it go!"

"Yes, yes!" Ming An responded, moved Yun Xincha with the little guard, and walked towards the lake.

But when he passed by Bai Xincha's side, as soon as the little guard's hand was loosened, Yun Xincha's legs were dragged on the sand.

Before Bai Xincha could scold, the young man turned around and punched him in the chin!

This time was as fast as lightning and full of strength, Bai Xincha was beaten and had a concussion, and his eyes suddenly went black, and he was unconscious.

When he fainted, he didn't even have time to close his eyes.

Sneak attack!

He actually attacked a letter in front of countless blue points of light in the forbidden land!

The blue light spots that were originally swimming leisurely in the reflection of the big trees were suddenly not calm, and the hula flew out of the water, rushing here in groups!

It's overwhelming, like a raging swarm of fireflies.

The one who hit someone was naturally Yan Saburo. He had infiltrated the forbidden land, and he had to be explained by Chitose, knowing that these things had no substance. But when they came to his face, he felt the wind formed by the churning of the air.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

The thought did not delay him. Before Bai Xincha's body could collapse to the ground, he caught it and threw it to the surface.

With his strength, throwing an adult man is no more strenuous than playing with a pebble to make a splash. When Bai Xincha fell into the water, he turned his back to the sky, and fell right to the halfway point between the shore and the dead tree.

Bai Xincha said "unconvinced", and he also knew what was going on. Zhuang Nanjia explained to them along the way that after the hidden ghost finds a suitable skin for him and moves in, he may not be able to use it smoothly immediately, and there may be an incoordination between the body and the brain during the run-in process.

It's not the original after all.

Bai Xincha has seen it more than once before, and with his old experience, he will also believe that Yun Xincha has this kind of problem.

But in fact, this is the ghost of Yan Saburo. Whether it is Chitose or He Xiaoyuan's hand-made medicines, there are at least ten kinds that can produce similar effects.

Yan Saburo then jumped up, and didn't forget to grab Ming An's shoulder and bring it up, otherwise this inspector would only have a dead end if he stayed on the shore.

When the two of them fell, they just in time for Bai Xincha to float out of the water, so Yan Saburo used him as a foothold, and with a slight step on the tip of his toe on this person, he could take advantage of the momentum to bounce towards the dead tree.

Ming An was slightly surprised. This action seems to be different from the original plan, and if nothing else, Bai Xincha should not be here.

But he can't afford to think about it at the moment. As early as when the two of them jumped, the blue light dots were like hornets that had been stabbed in their nests, surging angrily.

In Yan Saburo's eyes, it was easy to tell that they were coming straight towards the heads of the two of them. Below the neck, they are not attractive to them. He'd seen the out-of-body escape, and he knew why—

These things specialize in spirits. Once the human body is invaded by the remnants of so many hidden countries, it is likely that the soul of the original owner will be torn apart in an instant, and then devoured alive.

Just looking at the momentum of their oncoming arrival, he finally understood how Min Chuan died. This person's cultivation is really not weak, but he can't withstand such a terrifying soul-devouring attack.

Unfortunately, after the Lost Soul swallowed him, he found that his body could not be used for his own purposes. Therefore, "Ding Yunzheng" still appeared in Sanssouci Valley and became Xincha, and Min Chuan disappeared from then on.

Seeing that the blue light was about to pounce on the two of them, Ming An saw that the young man found a pale cyan palace lamp out of nowhere, and turned it over-

He poured the lamp oil on his head.

The palace lamp is small and exquisite, because the wall is made of glass, and Ming'an can still see a small cluster of light red flames dancing inside. Now, those flames poured on Yan Saburo's hair.

only heard the sound of "whirring", like a fire on oil, and the originally weak flames soared, completely swallowing the two of them at once!

Self-immolation? Ming'an was taken aback.

But he soon discovered that the flames weren't hot at all.

At least that's the case for him.

The flames on the surface of the body had turned into a dazzling golden red, and the color alone was terrifyingly hot. But he didn't even notice the heat, and if he closed his eyes, it was no different from a cool breezy night.

The two of them were bathed in the firelight, and from beginning to end, not even a single hair could be avoided.

Just as the blue light point swooped down, it hit the flames headlong.

Only a few soft sounds were heard, and dozens of points of blue light instantly turned into white smoke, and the situation was like a moth to a fire, which completed its sublimation in a blink of an eye.