The hearts were broken, and the two of them died naturally and could not die anymore and fell to the ground.

Ling Feng approached, wanting to check on the corpse, but suddenly two balls of green light the size of an egg flew out of the corpse's hollow chest and flew towards the interior of the Divine Tree Garden.

"Sure enough, it's weird, I want to run!"

Ling Feng's figure flashed, and he instantly caught up with a ball of green light, and the true qi of the waves in his palm condensed, and he grabbed the green light in his hand.

At this moment, another cloud of green light suddenly escaped into the ground.

Ling Feng didn't bother to chase after it, his eyes stared at the trembling green light in his hand, in addition to the pure Yimu Yuan Essence, he also vaguely sensed the fluctuation of soul thoughts, which was very pure, but the amount was not much, only a little stronger than the two early innate masters, it should be a soul thought brand. His soul reached in, wanting to search the soul of this green light. However, the green light suddenly stopped struggling, and the soul thoughts in it disappeared without a trace.

"The soul thought imprint is self-annihilating, and it is so fast, it must be an emergency measure that has been arranged for a long time, it seems that this green light hides the secret of the sacred tree!"

Ling Feng thought for a moment, took out a cold jade bottle, put this group of Yimu Yuan Essence into it, and then put the Sumeru bracelet, ready to study it later.

Immediately, he came to the side of the two Divine Tree guards and began to touch the corpses, but unfortunately he found nothing except two high-grade weapon-level long swords.

Ling Feng shook his head and walked towards the interior of the Divine Tree Garden. After not taking a few steps, he finally saw the true face of the sacred tree.

The existence of this sacred tree is a bit like that of the big banyan tree, and the branches grow aerial roots to support the branches, and then they become independent trees, and then this forest is derived. Each tree was hugged by three people, and the main trunk in the middle was about the size of a house, and the dense aerial roots were entangled.

It is a bit like a willow tree, with some willow-like branches, but with soft branches that are thick with arms, and the body of the tree is also wrapped with a purple vine with strange purple flowers.

Of course, this was only what Ling Feng saw with his naked eyes, he probed with his soul thoughts, but he sensed an incredibly powerful demonic aura from the body of the tree, far surpassing the Black Water Snake, as if he was a giant demon that overwhelmed the world!

In an instant, cyan figures holding swords flew from both sides of the Divine Tree, quickly surrounding Ling Feng!

These are all Divine Tree Guards, there are nineteen people, each of them is a minimum of innate cultivation, and four of them are cultivation skills.

The leader was a middle-aged man in cyan armor, and his Aoki True Qi had reached the innate peak, and he was the leader of the Janissaries of the Divine Tree Garden. He stared at Ling Feng and said coldly: "Bold fanatics, dare to trespass into the Divine Tree Garden, and quickly arrest you, and you will be spared death!"

"Huh!"

Ling Feng smiled slightly, and his figure suddenly flashed, flashing past these Divine Tree guards like a ghostly phantom, and in an instant, he slapped eighteen palms one after another!

With a bang, it seemed like eighteen sounds, and the eighteen Divine Tree Guards vomited blood and flew out, all their organs were shattered, and they fell to the ground, without any breath.

However, the middle-aged man, who was the commander of the Praetorian Guard, looked indifferent, motionless, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, those fallen Divine Tree guards suddenly bounced up again, and the green light flashed in their eyes, and they swung their swords to kill!

Ling Feng's figure flashed, like a heavenly magic phantom, constantly passing through the eighteen people, and slapped eighteen palms one after another.

This time he didn't spare his hand, and all the shots were on the enemy's head.

Bang bang bang, brains burst, heads were beaten to pieces, and the eighteen divine tree guards couldn't die again!

At this moment, clouds of green light flew out of the corpse and headed for the main trunk of the sacred tree.

The Yimu Yuan Essence contained in these green light clusters is a rare wood-based treasure, and it also has a great effect on refining the flesh, how could Ling Feng be willing to let it go. His figure flashed, and he hurried after it, but only caught two green rays of light.

Immediately, Ling Feng's icy soul power condensed, froze the two groups of Yimu Yuan Essence, put them away with a cold jade bottle, and put them into the Sumeru bracelet.

At this moment, the Praetorian Guard condensed his true qi, giving birth to an inch of cyan sword, his figure flashed, and he swung his sword and quickly slashed towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng's figure flashed, and with a volley, he kicked the Praetorian Guard in the chest as fast as lightning.

With a bang, the Praetorian Guard's chest collapsed, vomiting blood and flying out, all his internal organs were damaged, and his breath was like a gossamer!

However, the Praetorian Guard's body suddenly shone with green light, and the qi in his body skyrocketed, reaching the level of almost the early stage of the Martial Sect, and he immediately grasped the cyan long sword, jumped up, and the long sword in his hand skyrocketed, and quickly slashed towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng performed the Netherworld Ghost Step, and his figure flashed, appearing behind the Praetorian Guard.

As soon as the Commander of the Praetorian Guard turned around, he was kicked in the chest again, and flew out with a thud, but as if he was fine, he got up again and swung his sword at Ling Feng.

"Huh!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Ling Feng's eyes, just now he kicked this person in the chest, but it seemed to have a soft layer of skin, removing nearly half of the domineering power on his feet.

Ling Feng estimated that the Sumeru bracelet on the wrist of his left hand was wooden, and suddenly a dazzling white light bloomed, and the Han Jiao Sword appeared in Ling Feng's hand.

Instantly, his figure flashed, appearing beside the commander of the Praetorian Guard, and the Han Jiao Sword slashed rapidly, and a head flew out in an instant.

At this moment, a fist-sized green light flew out of the Praetorian Commander's chest!

Ling Feng had expected it, his figure flashed, he instantly pinched this green light, felt the pure Yimu Yuan Essence in it, his expression was happy, and he immediately erased the soul thought imprint in it with Xuanshui soul power, and took out a cold jade bottle and put it away. This group of Yimu Yuan Essence was five or six times thicker than the two groups he had just collected, and it was extremely pure, two or three times richer than the medicinal power of Ning Yuan Dan, which was not a small gain.

At this time, Ling Feng began to clean up the battlefield and collect the weapons that fell on the ground, including fourteen high-grade weapon-level swords, four inferior divine weapons with +8 enhancement, and one inferior divine weapon with +15.

Immediately, Ling Feng checked the corpses and did not find a bag of mustard seeds, but found that the skin of these deceased people was shriveled, like dried corpses that had been sucked dry by evil powers. Ling Feng guessed that it was those green demonic power seeds that had stimulated the whole body essence of these Divine Tree Guards at the last moment, and came to him desperately. This Divine Tree is by no means a good stubble, those demonic seeds containing the essence of Otogi are likely to absorb the essence of the human body to grow, and finally after these demonic seeds mature, they will suck up their essence and return to the Divine Tree itself.

Thinking of this, Ling Feng walked to the main trunk of the Divine Tree, preparing to swing his sword to cut off this harmful Demon Tree.

At this moment, the branches of the surrounding divine trees suddenly stretched rapidly, like a net from heaven and earth, and shot towards Ling Feng at a rapid pace.

Ling Feng swung his sword and slashed, cutting off the branches one by one.

Those fallen branches turned into cyan spiritual aura and dissipated, while the broken branches kept growing, still attacking Ling Feng.

These branches are extremely hard, comparable to inferior divine weapons, if it weren't for the sharpness of the Han Jiao Sword reaching the fifth level, such a constant sword swing and slashing, it would have curled the blade at this moment.

And there are too many of these branches, there are dozens or hundreds, constantly attacking, even if the divine soldiers are in hand, Ling Feng is gradually outnumbered, and he is swept up by one branch, and then one branch after another binds Ling Feng and wants to strangle him to death.