It's just that why is there still a trace of unwillingness and even resentment in my heart?

Isn't it that as long as Cheng Mao can wake up, he is willing to give everything? Tao Zi's mind was chaotic, and the bits and pieces of her relationship with She Chengmao kept flashing, and the pain when she saw him about to die......

The whole heart is aching faintly, and the sea of knowledge is more like it is about to explode, why is this happening?

She wanted to shout, but she couldn't......

Yes, she couldn't speak, she couldn't even transmit her senses, because she wasn't the tree at all!

Suddenly, she came to her senses, and the five senses on her body also recovered.

She had come to save Yingying! She had been bewitched by this willow tree, and was so moved by it that she lost her mind, and this willow tree wanted to make herself willing to sacrifice for him.

She let out her sense of consciousness to probe her surroundings with palpitations, but luckily she came to her senses at the last moment.

She didn't dare to imagine that if she really let go of her mind just now and was willing to dedicate everything to She Chengmao, would she have become the fertilizer of this willow tree?

His hands were half-bound by thick tree roots, and he was hung in a huge crypt, surrounded by no less than a hundred or so people.

The floor of the crypt was covered with white bones. And the size of the crypt is no less than dozens of miles.

Tao Zi carefully probed her divine sense, and found that the people who were hanging still had a trace of breath, but the vitality of these people was being withdrawn little by little, and except for the dozen or so disciples who were caught with her, the breath of the other people was already very weak.

She carefully continued to probe her senses, desperate to make sure that Yingying was still in it.

At this moment, a powerful coercion directly enveloped her, and she retracted her consciousness in a hurry, unable to care about movement anymore, only stiffened and did not dare to move.

Whether this consciousness enveloped her alone or enveloped this whole area, she had no intention of telling, but she knew that perhaps the dryad who wanted her to sacrifice willingly was about to show her face.

Sure enough, as the coercion of this divine consciousness became more and more intense, a monster with a face and a tree body slowly stood up from this pile of white bones with a body full of branches and thick roots, and its body was no less than ten zhang wide.

Tao Zi saw his appearance at this time, when he was in this tree before, he only saw the appearance of She Chengmao, but he never knew the appearance of this tree demon.

In terms of appearance alone, this tree demon has long eyebrows and sideburns, and his face is like a crown of jade, which can be called handsome, and even handsome and dusty, and sure enough, the transformation of plants and trees will not be ugly.

It's just that under this appearance, the evil aura has permeated his body. I think this is because the dryad has been wantonly absorbing the vitality of the surrounding area for many years, and has dragged many innocent people into this place, turning them into nourishment, and with the branches on his head and the blood red roots, he looks gloomy and terrifying.

Looking at his cultivation again, if you take the cultivation of demon cultivation as an example, I am afraid that there is only a cultivation equivalent to the cultivation of the Jindan period of human cultivation, but in looking at the momentum, it is full of the momentum of the infant.

Because people are humane, and demons also have demon methods, that year, when this tree demon began to absorb the vitality of the surrounding area and did not feed back, and dragged many innocent people into this abyss, he had already fallen into the evil way! And this tree demon's evil art is quite accomplished, and its strength is already comparable to that of Yuan Ying.

The dryad glanced at the human cultivator hanging in mid-air, squirming his thick blood-red roots, and slowly walked up to a high platform.

There was a sarcophagus on the high platform, and it was self-evident who was inside.

I saw She Chengmao lying peacefully in the sarcophagus, his face had recovered to the appearance of the first time they met, from an old man with white frost and goosebumps to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

The dryad looked at the person in the coffin stupidly, and whispered: "It's so good, Chengmao, it's been ten thousand years, and you're finally going to wake up." ”

He stretched out his twig-like hand and stroked the cheek in the coffin like a treasure: "You are still the same as when we first met, so that we can go back to the past and never be separated......

After speaking, he turned his gaze to the crowd hanging in the air, and asked angrily, "Who is it?