The chain of life, the two are connected, one end collapses, and it should no longer be related.

However, the situation is very different now.

Kurong Ancestor is not dead yet, but it is worse than death.

With the Guiyuan Spirit Wood, the bottom of the kettle was drawn to deal with the Kurong Ancestor, or the inspiration given by Han Hao.

Previously, when he used his magic power to absorb the essence of life, that little grass, like a spiritual light in the dark night, finally allowed Zhang Fan to grasp the weakness of the Kurong Ancestor.

Although the Kurong Ancestor was much stronger than that little grass, it was essentially no different.

Kurong Ancestor resisted Zhang Fan's many attacks, relying on strong strength and the support of strength from nowhere; Xiaocao was able to persist until that time without dying, relying on chance and a special environment.

But in any case, there is no doubt that external forces cannot hurt it.

It was not hurt by external forces, but the grass was cut off by the green light and absorbed all the essence of life.

The situation of Kurong Ancestor is also average.

Under the blazing flame of the sun's golden flame, the Kurong Ancestor almost turned into a Fusang tree, even in this case, since he hadn't been able to help him.

At that time, Zhang Fan buried his doubts in his heart.

Jin Kemu, the sword qi and the god-killing war spear are not injured in the slightest, which can also be explained by the strength of the true body tempered for tens of thousands of years;

Wood is afraid of fire, this is the surname of heaven, rooted in the depths of the soul, scattered in every bark, green leaves, unless it reaches the realm of the primordial god and gets rid of the shackles of the body, how can it get rid of the threat of flames.

Not to mention what Zhang Fan cast, it is still one of the strongest flames between heaven and earth - the Sun Golden Flame.

At that time, he knew that Kurong Ancestor had something to rely on, and there was something special supporting him to produce this anti-heaven effect.

The biggest possibility is that when the golden flame reaches the body, the green brilliance that makes the old locust tree's body recover again and again, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be some kind of power that is constantly extracted.

As long as this point is broken, Kurong Ancestor, there is no need to be afraid!

Previously, he had fallen into a misunderstanding, only knowing about the attack, but not knowing the root cause.

Guiyuan Lingmu is the sharpest knife to cut off its roots.

Heaven and earth, there are many kinds of spiritual roots, each has its own strengths, Fusang wood is the strongest spiritual root of fire, which is the spiritual energy, the absorption and transformation of all power, but there is no right of the Yuan spiritual wood.

Competing with it, the body is just the withered ancestor of the locust tree, and there is absolutely no chance of winning at all.

According to the information given by the brute bull, this Kurong Ancestor just walked shit and fell into a special place, so as to get the legacy of a certain ancient supernatural power, and it is now said to be powerful.

In this case, Zhang Fan judged that its root was still under the tree and on its body, so there was no more convenient way to parasitize the Guiyuan Spirit Wood on it.

In fact, as long as the Guiyuan Spirit Tree is planted anywhere, it is enough for the Kurong Ancestor to no longer get the help of a little spiritual energy between heaven and earth, in order to prevent his strength from having another source, Zhang Fan has taken a lot of effort.

If he misses a blow, Zhang Fan doesn't plan to sit still, even if he wastes an opportunity and adds difficulties to the Perfection Transformation God, he will also use the land true immortal body to break the situation in one fell swoop, but now it seems that he doesn't need it.

Not only does it not bleed, but it also gets a huge additional benefit.

Kurong Ancestor is now in a special situation, all the roots are cut off by the Guiyuan Spirit Wood, and even a little power gathered will be absorbed in an instant, which can be said to be miserable.

Under such circumstances, he naturally could no longer control the Cyclone of Glory and the Chain of Life.

The Kurong Cyclone is nothing more than devouring his life force, and gradually dissipating, gradually turning into the Kurong Monsoon, sweeping the entire Kurong Island.

The chain of life, this Kurong ancestor relied on his supernatural power to ask for Zhang Fan's life, and suddenly became a big trouble.

The water flows to the lower places, not suffering from a lack of wealth but suffering from unevenness, all things in heaven and earth, heaven and earth, all according to this principle, pay attention to a balance.

Without the control of Kurong Ancestor, the chain of life has become a channel of communication, and the vitality of Kurong Ancestor is no different from the gap between Haoyue and fireflies, the sea and the lake.

So the next thing went smoothly.

Zhang Fan's originally gray hair, as if dyed with ink, suddenly turned black, and there was brilliance flowing on each hair, which was the embodiment of vitality to the extreme.

The dullness and shriveling on the skin are gone, replaced by a red light, the brilliance is restrained, vaguely, as if there is a layer of light, flowing under the skin.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, only to feel that the power in his whole body surged, almost breaking out of his body, and he couldn't help but let out a long howl in his mouth, which shook for nine days.

What is enhanced is not strength, but vitality!

The vitality of the old locust tree was so terrifying, and this feedback almost burst him open.

The trouble of Kurong Ancestor is not in the loss of vitality, and Zhang Fan's harvest is not only that.

There is a building that is majestic and seemingly unshakable, but with a little force on a certain fulcrum, it can make everything collapse.

At this time, the Kurong Ancestor was the same.

The uncontrollable withered cyclone, the blood-pumping chain of life, the riot of all kinds of alien spiritual power in the body after it was completely occupied by the Guiyuan Spirit Tree, and the innate defects of the locust tree, which were mortal trees, were no longer suppressed and compensated......

All the problems were concentrated, and the Kurong Ancestor, who was invincible a moment ago, paused on the sand and fell to the castle with a push.

This last push is on the Guiyuan Spirit Tree, as if welcoming the morning sun, shaking the dew, lightly stretching the second, jasper-like leaf.

Guiyuan Lingmu is rooted in the body of the Withered Rong Ancestor, and for the Lingmu, the Withered Glory Ancestor is the soil, and this exhibition of leaves absorbs the last bit of fertility in the soil.

"Rustle~~"

The old locust tree trembled and trembled, and the breath of life, which belonged to the breath of the withered ancestor, faded quickly.

Compared with people, plants are rooted in the place, which is an advantage and a support, but at some times, it is also a weakness, pinning hope on other things and others, which is the greatest irresponsibility for oneself and life.

At this time, the Kurong Ancestor is an example.

Feeling that the breath of the Kurong Ancestor was fading away, Zhang Fan was first overjoyed, and then his heart moved, and a crazy idea suddenly came to his heart.

The so-called flash of inspiration is like this, the thought moves, Zhang Fan follows his own heart, and he doesn't even consider the risks and gains and losses.

This kind of situation almost appeared in his life, but at this time, it was like the sound of a day, surrounding his heart a hundred times, rooted in his heart, and irreversible.

"Drink!"

Zhang Fan stood up, his body went up and down, and the green light was great, and at the same time, a touch of pain appeared on his face.

The chains of life that bind the soul of the gods in their chests were fading away at a rapid pace, and it would not take a few more moments for it to finally dissipate.

This was a good thing, but after Zhang Fan's flash of inspiration, this chain became the most critical part of his plan, and if there was a loss, everything would not be mentioned.

Time is running out.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan slammed his fist on his chest, with a dull sound, like a heavy hammer beating a drum, and blood instantly overflowed from between his mouth and nose, gurgling like a spring.

The injuries on his body healed in an instant with the support of the surging vitality, and he ignored it, and shouted word by word:

"Dead wood in spring, reverse ~ turn ~"

If you use the energy of the wood spirit, you will revive the spirit of the grass and trees, and if you go against it, you will consume the vitality and absorb the power of the wood spirit.

Between good and bad, it is extremely simple, but how many people can think that the reversal of dead wood in spring can change from vomiting to acceptance?

There is an endless vitality in the body, not afraid of consumption, and at the other end of the life chain, there is an endless amount of wood spirit qi, which has been accumulated for countless years by the Kurong Ancestor, and the essence of a great demon of the spirit of plants and trees is located.

The situation of Tiancheng, God does not take it, but suffers from it!

"Boom~"

In an instant, Zhang Fan's whole body was bleeding, and bright red blood splattered out of the way.

At the same time, often the wound has healed as soon as the blood spurts out, and so on, rotating between rupture and healing, boundless pain, instantly drowning Zhang Fan.

No matter how great the pain is, he has to endure it, and he knows in his heart that there will be no second chance like this.

"Ahh~~"

In the long roar of the sky, the surging power of the wood spirit was like a big river, flowing endlessly, pouring into Zhang Fan's body.

Suddenly, his whole person swelled up like a blow, and the wood spirit qi that was not inferior to the power of the fire spirit that he had accumulated over the years poured in, and without the guidance of a suitable exercise, it was all piled up in his body.

At this time, Zhang Fan was tantamount to a humanoid wood spirit crystal.

At the beginning, you can still see the human form, but later, you can only see the aura of the plants and trees converging into a ball, wrapping it all over the body, and you can't see the original appearance at all.

This is **naked plunder, poor Kurong Ancestor has practiced all his life, and he has made wedding clothes like this.

There are poems:

I hate to press the gold thread every year and make wedding clothes for others!

It is a portrayal of Kurong Ancestor.

Time, at this time, has lost its meaning, the ascetic, the Mo Ling, the brute bull, one by one looking at the changes in front of them, a heart held high, completely unaware of the passage of time.

It seems that after a breath, and like a lifetime, there is a "bang" and the chain of life collapses.

The power of the wood spirit on the life chain that had not yet been transmitted into Zhang Fan's body collapsed into the air and turned into a green ripple that swept away.

Suddenly, just like when the spring flowers bloom, the scorched earth is full of green grass, and the collapsed mountain wall is full of flowers.

"Alas~"

A sigh suddenly sounded, as if he felt sorry for the power of these escaped wood spirits.

Immediately, the ball of light converged, and Zhang Fan stepped out and appeared in front of people.

At this time, his appearance looked ordinary, but a ball of green light condensed between his eyebrows pulsated from time to time, and whenever he frowned, he stopped with a painful look on his face.

It is equivalent to half of the power of Kurong Ancestor's lifelong cultivation of wood spirits, and all of them are condensed on such an inconspicuous ball of green light, waiting for Zhang Fan to digest it, and take advantage of this to get a certain opportunity!

Taking a step forward and shrinking the ground into inches, Zhang Fan stretched out a hand and steadily caught the Guiyuan Spirit Wood that was powerless to fall.

Below, scattered with the wind, the small mountain that collapsed, and directly below it, a large hole suddenly jumped into his eyes.

(To be continued)