As the dryad assimilated him, the backlog of faces in the canopy became more and more hideous and distorted.

The mushroom-like crown of hair fluffed and collapsed, and the bunches of hair quickly lengthened and hung down to the ground.

The branches were full of hanging hearts, and the beating became more and more violent, and even some of them could not bear to break and burst.

The trunks of the tree woven from each other intensified, and the cracking of the joints gurgled loudly, and the lower body of the tree looked like it had lost a lot of weight.

The whole tree shook violently from side to side, the ground shook and the earth collapsed to reveal the roots, which were made of countless legs and feet bound to each other.

The legs and feet were of different lengths, some hanging in the air, some standing on tiptoe on the ground, dozens of laps inside and out.

After the roots of the tree were pulled out of the ground, the tree monster screamed and walked towards Qinghan.

Because it is tied together, it can only walk with two toes stretched out on each leg in coordination, so although it has many legs and feet, it does not walk fast.

The tree was unusually heavy, and with each step it had to snap off a few toes, then switch to two or three, and if they were all broken, they would be invalid and become a burden, and the staggering and mottling of the road would become more and more terrible.

Qing Han had been looking at the tree monster from the beginning, and the more clearly he could see, the heavier his breathing became, and his heart sank to the bottom.

If they are only mutilated corpses, they can still piece them together, and when they let them vent their anger and resentment, wash away the obsessions of this life, they can also send them to death.

But now most of their souls are broken, and they are even more integrated together, and they are already a whole.

There are only two options in front of him.

Either survive and endure endless suffering and chaos in the world, or disappear from now on and never enter the cycle of reincarnation.

As soon as the tree monster stepped into the attack range, countless vines stretched out and attacked Qing Han.

Qing Han's lips opened and closed slightly, and he retreated thirty zhang to avoid the attack of the tree monster, and the clarity and struggle in his eyes disappeared from one another.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, and was gradually annihilated by sourness.

"Miss Zhao...... It's just that Qinghan is sorry for you, so why implicate others......"

Thinking about it, the woman in green just wanted to see his choice, but no matter how she chose, in the end she was going to laugh at his powerlessness cruelly.

There was a trance in his eyes, as if he had returned to a hundred years ago, and it was also a peaceful and calm village.

The man's tall and masculine body, with a sassy and free smile, the sword in his hand flashed with silver, and the sword qi wandered between square inches like the wind.

"If you learn your father's swordsmanship, I don't dare to say anything else, when you walk the rivers and lakes in the future, there will be no shortage of red faces around you!"

The woman's pear vortex is shallow, her smile is soft and blooming like a hidden orchid, and her sword is endlessly soft and graceful even if her moves are fierce and terrifying.

"Han'er, my mother doesn't think you will do anything big in the future, as long as you are a good son, you can do it. ”

The tree monster approached the attack again, but Qing Han's eyes were in a trance but he sank deeper, but he deliberately retreated again, and opened up a little distance.

At the same time, the image collapsed and collapsed, reappearing as if it were another world.

It was a prison that encompassed almost all the darkness of the world, and it was as dark as the abyss at the bottom of the valley, and some were just green lanterns hanging high on the stone walls.

There were countless caves sealed by gates, and in each cave there was a person, most of whom were covered in blood and hair.

Some of them grabbed the gate with both hands and roared loudly, some kept hitting the stone wall with their heads, some scratched their faces and laughed wildly, and some sat on the ground with dull eyes.

The prison was a huge column that took up a radius of thousands of miles, and the reverberations and fusions of these sounds could reach every corner.

A young man in a cyan robe and a young man in a coarse robe shuttled through this dark passage.

Every time they passed through a cave, they would break open the gate with a drop of their sword, and they would not stop looking at each other, and so they walked all the way.

"There are many strong people in this prison, and they have nothing to do with you, how can they risk their lives to death!"

The young man was quite irritated when he killed a jailer, and he whispered to the young man next to him as he ran:

"The deeper you go into it, the stronger it becomes!"

The young man's footsteps never paused for half a minute, and he killed the three jailers one by one, and turned his head to smile at the young man.

"I really can't see it, I did it, and I didn't ask you to come with me. ”

The young man swung out a sword qi and shaved off the person's head, and when he heard the young man's words, his face turned pale for a moment, and he shouted angrily:

"It's not enough for the periphery! You can't save them, and you'll lose your life! What's the point?!"

The young man couldn't help laughing, and his eyebrows naturally revealed pride and ease.

"As soon as you enter this door, you will be in the dust! Even if you die here, I will never regret my choice!"

The young man's angry expression froze, and he looked at the high-spirited young man beside him in a daze.

The cyan halo wrapped around the young man's body, and the young man was dizzy for a while, and he couldn't see clearly.

The youth at this time made him vaguely see a figure that had long been blurred in his memory.

This figure gradually became clear in the young man's eyes.

Reflected outside the picture, Qing Han's wandering eyes.

He shed a line of tears.

Gently raise your hand and let them drip between your fingers, meandering and converging through the cracks, and the falling dirt spreads out and penetrates.

The residue is warm but also cold.

"If you knew what I had become now, would you forgive me......

The tree monster's vine man suddenly stretched out, pointing directly at the Qinghan Seven Apertures and his body.

Qing Han didn't dodge again, nor did he look at the tree monster again.

Just clenched the extremely evil, lowered his head slightly, and raised a sword obliquely, pointing at the sky.

The slender sword light was like the silver snake that refused to disperse under the firmament, and countless strange vines stretched out broke and fell to the ground.

The dryad felt an uncontrollable pain, and countless skulls shook and screamed.

Without vine man, it had to drive its toes.

The movement of twisting his toes was blurred, and he rushed towards Qing Han, this time at an extremely fast speed.

Qing Han's face was expressionless, turning into a ghostly light and dodging the branches all the way, rushing to the top of the tree monster.

When the ghost light turned into a cold figure again, he stood in the center of the skull, looking down at the demon crown formed by the dense gathering of human heads.

The branches connected to the roots are cut off, and the skull shrinks and withers at a visible rate before hitting the ground, and crushes into fly ash as soon as it hits the ground.

After all the heads were gone, the tree monster was still not dead, it was still moving a little.

Qing Han swung out three cold sword qis, then turned around and walked towards the woman in green, unwilling to stop and take another look.

The moment he turned around, everything behind him had an end.

The first sword qi froze the branches of the tree monster, and at the same time as the ice shell broke, the five internal organs and tendons disappeared.

The second sword qi froze the trunk of the tree monster, and a gust of wind blew gently, and the trunk gave birth to spider silk cracks and spread, setting off countless protruding ice scales.

The third sword qi froze the treant's leg, and it only moved slightly, then broke from its roots, and its body collapsed with a bang.

The ice scales poured down, then struck the ground and rose up, turning into a luminous phosphorescent light, scattering bits and pieces of darkness, and completely dissipating between heaven and earth.