When the huge arch fully emerged, a string of bright spots with the same color as the tower floated out, lingering around everyone.

Puff puff~

The sound of a water bubble bursting sounded.

The bright spot is like a well-behaved child, slowly approaching everyone with his body, waiting to touch the person he wants.

The person who was touched turned into a bright spot and floated towards the arch, which was inside the Sky Tower.

Jun Cha can feel that the bright spot is not malicious, it gently touches itself, and he feels that his body is light and light, and there is a sense of fluttering fairy.

When he reacted again, he saw that he began to slowly decompose into small white dots, floating towards the Heavenly Tower.

It only took a few breaths, leaving only the small bright spots wafting out of the Celestial Tower to fill the protective cover.

Seeing the situation of the Treasure Heaven Tower, a Jindan real person was worried about his juniors, and dared to approach the Oneiroi machine.

"Oneiroi Machine, this ......"

Oneiroi waved his hand,

"It's okay, these highlights are aura, and they have no effect on the monks. ”

"However, this, this color" Jin Dan Zhenren had never seen the aura appear milky white, and asked again for the sake of his own bloodline.

At this time, Pang Zun, who was standing next to the Oneiroi machine, stroked his mustache.

"Reiki is mainly divided into eight spirits, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, ice, all of which have their own colors. ”

Pang Zun glanced to the side, looked at Jin Dan Zhenren on the side, and pulled Jin Dan Zhenren to the side to give him a kind explanation.

It turns out that this milky white aura is the mixed aura after the mixing of eight kinds of aura, and with a certain method, the original formless and colorless mixed aura can be classified as the most authentic milky white.

And Jun tea is being decomposed by mixed aura and brought into the Pagoda.

When I woke up again, I found myself in a cramped and small space, with a faint fragrance of flowers lingering on the tip of my nose.

Jun Cha propped himself up with his elbow, and with a plop, Jun Cha rolled out of the cramped space.

Jun Cha cushioned with aura, landed safely, and looked up.

Towering ancient trees, coiled and lying dragons, a canopy like an umbrella, layers of green ancient trees stand tall.

Somehow, the thick vines stretched their teeth and claws along the trunk of the tree to the branches, hanging down.

Countless small white flowers are attached to the vines.

It is said to be a small flower, because it is small compared to ancient trees and vines, but it is big for Juncha, a person who has just been coerced by white flowers.

You can see how huge this ancient tree is.

Just as Juncha wanted to study the ancient tree, a white flower spit out a person.

This person is not anyone, it is Su Moyan, who I haven't seen for a long time.

Su Moyan carried the aura and landed smoothly, saw Jun Cha, paused his feet, and came towards Jun Cha.

"Coincidentally, Senior Sister Su was also sent here, why don't you go and explore this ancient tree together?"

Su Moyan nodded, and Jun Cha walked to the bottom of the tree one after the other.

The place where Juncha and the others fell looked not far from the bottom of the tree, but it took dozens of breaths for the two of them to really get to the bottom of the tree.

A thing that feels its magnificence when you look at it from afar, but when you look closer, it makes a difference.

This ancient tree gives Jun Cha such a feeling.

In front of the ancient tree, Jun Cha can feel his insignificance, like an ant.

Jun Cha believes that this ancient tree has stood here for hundreds of millions of years, and the breath emanating from its body is by no means lower than that of the Yuan Infant Period.

But there was no sign of transfiguration.

Weird, weird.

Su Moyan reached out and touched the uneven and wrinkled body of the ancient tree.