Every time the sacred tree absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, there would be a milky white liquid dripping from the leaves.

The flower elves catch these milky white liquids with the leaves and water them on the flower plants that have not given birth to the elves.

These flower plants, after absorbing these liquids, also gave birth to spirituality, and with it, more and more flower spirits were born.

This world, because of the existence of the sacred tree, the whole world has become a country of flowers.

There are flowers everywhere here, and the elves will collect flower dew, brew spiritual honey, and like to sing and dance around the sacred tree.

At this moment, the sacred tree is proud and gratifying.

As if she were a mother, she watched her children do well, and she was happy.

As soon as the picture turned, there was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the sky was cracked.

An immortal dressed in white with blood on his clothes fell through the crack and fell beside the sacred tree.

The flower elf, who had never seen an outsider, was a little scared at first when he saw this immortal appear.

Later, when he saw that he was dying, he took milky white water of life from under the tree and fed it to the immortal.

The white-clothed immortal, who was about to die, woke up after taking the water of life.

When he woke up, he saw the flower fairy feeding him the water of life in front of him, and his eyes flashed with ecstasy.

"Innate elves, the body contains innate essence, hahahaha, the sky will never stop me. ”

The picture turned again, and the white-clothed immortals, ignoring the cries of the flower elves, threw them into the alchemy furnace, and refined them into elixirs.

After he recovered from his injuries, he broke a branch of a big tree and took it with him, and said with infinite regret on his face: "It's a pity, this world tree is already connected to this world, and if you dig it up, this world will collapse." ”

"However, these innate flower elves can catch some more and go back to alchemy. ”

His words fell, and a gourd appeared in mid-air, and countless flower spirits were sucked into the gourd.

Then, he took out a jade door, countless runes flashed on the jade door, he raised his feet and walked into the jade door, disappeared, and the jade door was also hidden.

The grief and indignation of the sacred tree, Zishu empathizes.

The Divine Tree created flower elves, but it couldn't protect them, and that guilt and powerlessness were also passed on to Zishu.

At first, the flower elves were terrified, afraid that the man would come back.

With the passage of time, the flower elves gradually forgot the white-clothed immortal who was ungrateful and would take revenge, and also forgot the terrible scene of almost being arrested for alchemy.

Even those withered and dead flower plants were replanted in the original place, and under the watering of the milky white liquid, new flower spirits were born.

Just when the flower elves forgot about that terrible scene, the jade gate reappeared, and from the jade gate, a white-clothed immortal walked out again.

He also took away the water of life under the divine tree, and also took out the alchemy furnace and captured more than half of the flower elf alchemy on the spot.

"Senior brother really didn't lie to me, there is really water of life here, hehe, these flower elves are also good materials for refining the Innate Yuan Dan. ”

The white-clothed fairy got what he wanted, ignored the flower elf's crying and fear, and left contentedly.

This is repeated, and every time the number of flower elves in this world recovers, a white-clothed immortal will walk out of the jade gate and take away more than half of the flower elves.

This world seems to have become their backyard.

The originally happy and carefree flower fairy, the smile on his face gradually became rarer.

The sacred tree sensed the fear and sorrow of the flower spirits, and the dripping water of life was less.

When another white-clothed immortal landed, he saw the small pit drying up under the sacred tree, and his face became a little ugly.

"How can there be no water of life? Could it be that these lowly flower elves have drunk it?"

This time, as many as ninety percent of the flower elves were taken away, and there were less than a hundred flower elves left.

As the flower elf is caught, the flower plants that give birth to the flower elf will wither and die in a short time.

This means that the captured flower elf is dead.

Only when the flower fairy dies will the flower plant die with it.

The better and happier the flower elves, the more energetic the flowers will be, and the more delicate the flowers will be.

Because of the death of a large number of flower plants, the mood of the flower elves was affected, and the water of life dripping from the sacred tree became less and less.

Under such a vicious circle, when the immortals came again, the flower spirits in this world were less than one-fifth of what they used to be.

The puddles in which the water of life is stored have long since dried up.

The immortals who rushed over excitedly saw that this was the case, and their faces were very ugly.

He cut down a large number of branches of the sacred tree, collected more than half of the flower spirits, and flew away angrily.

A small part of the branches of the sacred tree were cut off, and the aura of this world also decreased a lot.

Originally, the world full of flowers has also become desolate.

The elves were struck and became trembling, crying and crying all day long, where was they still in the mood to take care of the sacred tree.

The jade gate appeared, the runes flashed, and this time a total of five immortals came.

They may feel that this world is already in ruins, and there is no need for it to exist anymore.

Directly use supernatural powers to divide the world into five parts.

The flower elves were also divided into five parts, and the sacred tree was poached by the strongest immortal.

This white-clothed immortal, with the Divine Tree as the center, refined the cut world into a spatial treasure.

Subsequently, for endless years, the sacred trees were trapped in this space, and the flower elves were captured every time a batch was born.

The sky shattered, and the immortals never appeared again, but the space began to collapse, and it was the divine tree that had been protecting this world with its own strength.

Zishu opened her eyes, and the green light that enveloped her vanished.

It is hateful that the immortals will take revenge, but the reason why this fairy flower elf ended up in captivity is because they are too weak.

He has innate essence in his body, but he doesn't have the strength to protect himself.

When he encountered an immortal with poor conduct, he was greedy and didn't even have the ability to resist, so he was arrested and practiced into an elixir.

It's sad, it's sad, it's infuriating, it's hateful.

Zishu was saddened by the fate of the flower elf, and was also angry at the shamelessness of the immortal.

Their current wilderness is not another elven country.

The difference is that their warriors in the Great Wilderness still have the strength to fight.

If so, they are the same as the flower elves, they are all scum, and I am afraid that they will end up like these flower elves.

Therefore, if you want to live, you must work hard to make yourself stronger in order to control your own destiny.

Qiushui approached, poked Zishu's arm, saw her turn her head over, and asked, "Zishu, are you okay?"

Zishu's gaze returned to clarity, she took a deep breath, and said, "It's okay, is your formation arranged?"

Qiushui nodded and said, "Okay, we can go now." ”

As she spoke, she also pointed to the formation that had been arranged next to the Divine Tree.

Zishu withdrew her hand from the trunk, and a green seed appeared in her palm.