Walking around in the great world of the desolation, Lu Zheng soon came to a world filled with golden light, and when he walked in, there was an ancient golden sacred tree standing in the center of this world.

After inquiring, Lu Zheng learned that this was the legendary 'Great Mulberry Ancient Tree', which was the ninth spiritual root of the flood wilderness, and had incredible divine power.

The big state in front of him is also one of the few big states that have not fallen in the flood wilderness, after all, the emperor gathered in Hangu Pass, in the inland of the flood wilderness, there is actually no emperor-level powerhouse, and with the strength of the saint, it is still wishful thinking to break through the ancient tree of Dasang.

"Perhaps, there is still hope for the flood. Lu Zheng looked at the big mulberry tree and couldn't help muttering to himself.

According to ancient legends, the ten spiritual roots of the Flood Desolation are all equivalent to the existence of the Emperor Realm, among which the World Tree is the strongest, and in its heyday, it is more powerful than the Lord of the Flood Desolation.

"There are familiar people...... Lu Zheng's eyes narrowed, looking at the big mulberry ancient tree that seemed to be made of gold, and couldn't help but think.

Now that the flood has fallen, those people I know well have long since forgotten where they have gone, maybe they have already fallen, or they may have found a safe place, and now they can find one here, which is also an unexpected joy.

Without too much hesitation, Lu Zheng walked over, he knew that the Dasang Ancient Tree was the territory of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan, but he was not afraid, the grievances with the Golden-winged Dapeng clan were not worth mentioning at all in the troubled times of the flood famine.

"The predecessor of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan, Lu Zheng came to visit. Lu Zheng stood under the ancient mulberry tree, slowly spoke, and not long after the sound was transmitted, the entire ancient mulberry tree shook, and then a golden figure walked out of it.

"Are you Lu Zheng? I didn't think you were still alive?" This is a middle-aged man, he was very surprised when he saw Lu Zheng, as if he had heard of Lu Zheng's name.

"It's just a fluke to survive, but it's not as good as the Golden-winged Dapeng clan, even if it's in troubled times, it can be safe and sound. Lu Zheng said politely.

Only at this time can it be seen that a race is strong, those weak races have long since died, and only a big race like the Golden-winged Dapeng clan can survive until now.

The powerhouse of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan laughed, and said to Lu Zheng: "Being able to become a friend of the Ming Emperor and being courteous to the Ming Emperor can show that you are extraordinary, since you are here, let's go in and talk about it, I know that you have friction with our clan, but it is all a small matter, you can put it down." ”

Lu Zheng nodded, the reason why he dared to come here was because of the identity of Emperor Ming, the so-called pulling tiger skin and pulling the banner, as long as Emperor Ming did not die, anyone in the flood wilderness had to take care of it.

So judging from the current situation, Lu Zheng should be safe, of course, the safety mentioned here is only relative, if someone really takes a risk and kills Lu Zheng, whether Emperor Ming will turn his face because of this is also between the two.

Entering the place where the golden-winged Dapeng clan is located, Lu Zheng has a feeling of being in a different world, the war is raging in the wilderness, and there are corpses everywhere, and among the ancient trees of Dasang, although there are also golden iron horses, murderous bursts, but compared to the outside, it is heaven.

Soon, a young man walked over to Lu Zheng, this young man was wearing a golden battle armor, full of long golden hair, and even his eyes were golden, giving people a very strange feeling.

"Golden-winged Moro!" Lu Zheng exclaimed in surprise, he thought that it would be impossible to see Golden-winged Moro again in his life, but he didn't expect him to appear here.

"Big brother!" Golden-winged Moro laughed, walked over, hugged Lu Zheng, and hammered Lu Zheng's back hard.

Lu Zheng was also a little excited, when the heavens and worlds were separated, he never wanted to see each other again, but it was in the middle of the wilderness.

"Little brother Lu Zheng, I can't imagine that just a short time has passed, you have reached this kind of realm beyond our reach, it seems that we are indeed old. At this moment, two figures walked over, but it was the Colorful Emperor and the Demon Head!

Lu Zheng was surprised again, he thought that there were no old people in the wilderness, but he directly met three here.

"How did you get here?" Lu Zheng was a little puzzled, it stands to reason that even if they came to the Flood Wilderness from the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, it would be impossible for them to come to the Great Mulberry Ancient Tree.

"Since we came to the Flood Wilderness, we have been cultivating penance, and thanks to the immortal rules you gave us at the beginning, we have successfully broken through to the realm of true immortals, and after arriving at the realm of true immortals, we left the place at the beginning, and according to the ascension of the golden-winged Moro, after more than three hundred years, we finally came here. "The Colorful Emperor said it lightly, but the hardships can be imagined.

Lu Zheng noticed that now the cultivation of the Colorful Emperor and the Demon Head is already in the realm of quasi-kings, and the progress is not unpleasant, even the golden-winged Moro is already the peak of the Immortal Monarch, and he is only one step away from being a quasi-king!

Soon, the news of Lu Zheng's arrival was transmitted, and an old Dapeng found Lu Zheng and asked about the outside world.

"Now in the midst of the desolation, most places have fallen, and the outside world can be described as full of corpses...... Hong Famine, already dead!" Lu Zheng did not sell Guanzi, and told everything he saw.

"Impossible, even if the entire continent sinks, the flood will not perish. The old man shook his head and said with a firm gaze: "In the flood wilderness, there are many places like us, such as Tushi Palace, Taichu Palace, Taiji Pagoda, Taishi Temple, etc., these are the forces left over from the characters who were comparable to the lord of the flood wilderness, even if those demons are powerful, it is absolutely impossible to conquer." ”

According to the old man, among those forces, there is likely to be an emperor, but it does not usually appear, and in the midst of the desolation, there are definitely more than six truly famous emperors!

Hearing the old man's words, Lu Zheng could be regarded as having hope again, as long as those top emperors did not leave, it would be impossible for the demons to destroy the flood!

In the middle of the night, Lu Zheng and the Golden-winged Dapeng sat on a branch of the ancient Dasang tree, looking at the dark void in the distance.

"Big brother, how have you come over after all these years? Today's cultivation is a little scary, many elders in our clan are not as powerful as you. Golden-winged Moro laughed, slapped a jar of wine, and poured it down.

Lu Zheng was also carrying a jar of wine in his hand, but he drank it in small sips, and simply told Golden-Winged Moro about his experience: "I can tell you the condensation method of the Infinite Divine Bead, with the strength of the Golden-Winged Dapeng clan, the speed of condensing the Infinite Divine Bead will definitely be faster than mine, and the strength of your family will also be greatly improved at that time, but the use of the Infinite Divine Bead can only make people rise to the ninth level of the saint at most, and if there are more, something will happen." ”

(End of chapter)