Teng wanted to send away the bald young man named Baishan, looking at the clear sky, the village with a little vitality couldn't help but smile.

Chunchun was still asleep, Mao Hong was also tired enough, and the clan elders seemed to be talking about something, so that he had nothing to do since he entered Nirvana Village for several hours.

Thinking of the little sapling that has always made my heart tremble, I can't help but turn out the memory of the old man who cut wood. When he killed the other party before, he was angry and didn't look at everything in this memory.

Later, after falling into the desire of the ugly monk, I learned a thing or two. Now, what he wanted to know most was the origin of this sacred tree.

The memory of the old man who chopped wood was black, and it seemed that there were still some prohibitions in it, but it was not difficult to resist the desire. He was immersed in this black memory, and the world rolled in front of him, slowly emerging a scene of black oppressive world.

Perhaps the night was too thick, the sky was pitch black, the cold wind was howling, and the earth was an endless forest, full of big trees, as far as the eye could see, innumerable, like a sea of trees.

At the end of this forest, there is a series of high mountains from east to west, so high that they seem to be too high to block the sunlight from the outside world, and the forest seems to be at the edge of the world, cut off by eternity.

It may be a matter of his angle to say that the mountains are at the end of the forest, but he can only follow the old man's memory, the old man's gaze, and he looks at the little sunlight that shines outside the mountains, as if these mountains are not the end of the forest, but the exit of the forest to the outside world.

Because the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, day after day, year after year, it does not shine in the slightest of the forest, leaving only the bitter north wind to plunge the forest into near-eternal darkness.

Only at noon every day, for about an hour, does the sun cast a precious and brief ray of sunlight through the gaps between these high mountains.

Over time, tens or hundreds of years of evolution, the midday part of the forest can get sunlight is extraordinarily dense and extraordinarily tall, otherwise it is short and even withered.

Not only that, but these trees also grow towards the mountains, like spirits, they are eager to get more sunlight.

This is the world in the old man's memory, and Teng wants to look at it as if he was fascinated, turning into the appearance of the old man when he was young.

It was a thin young man, with a sallow complexion, thick hands and feet, and calluses, but his eyes were bright, his waist was straight, and he was full of vitality.

The young old man carried a piece of firewood on his back and held a small axe in his hand, looking at the tall trees under the mountain in a daze, full of infinite imagination about the world beyond the mountain.

It seems to live in this forest all year round, and its skin is pale, but it is dry and hard by the perennial cold wind. There is a strange place in this forest that attracts Teng's attention, and that is that there is very little life in this earth, whether it is a dense area or a withered area.

Or it can be said that it is not fertile land, so these sturdy trees are a little out of place, which makes Teng want to be a little curious.

In addition, there were many young people like him in the forest, who lived in the trees, and went in and out of the hollows of the trees or in the huts they had built.

"Hey, there's life!"

Teng Xiang stared at it, and through the old man's gaze, he found that the strongest of these trees were full of life.

It was a strange life, not from the barren soil underground, but from the large, green leaves of the treetops.

It is like a taste that absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, forming a virtuous circle, the more lush the branches and leaves, the more vigorous the vitality, the more vigorous the vitality, the higher the growth, and the more sunlight and even moonlight are obtained.

He took a breath and noticed that a few young men not far away were secretly cutting down a tall tree, as if they were going to cut off the roots.

Each young man has a serial number on his body, corresponding to each tree, as if he is a guardian, but he is competing all the time.

The very simple competition is to use all methods and means to remove the big trees that block the sunlight of one's house. In the same way, we must protect our own trees at all times.

Chopping and being chopped happen all the time, but as your own trees grow, you will become more and more powerful, and you can even control them.

Of course, if it is cut, it will also get weaker and weaker, in short, everything is fair, and the law of the jungle eats the strong.

But there is still unfairness, the trees of the latecomers are mostly on the periphery, and the unlucky ones can't squeeze in for decades, so they can only be reduced to small trees forever.

If the outer trees want to reach the inner and even the core area, they need to condense the seeds or condense them into small saplings, which Teng Xiang remembers the small saplings in his pocket.

Naturally, whether it is condensing seeds or condensing them into small saplings, there is a great risk that they will be snatched or even killed by outsiders.

However, if you successfully move to a new place, or a deeper area, an area closer to the exit, you can safely grow up again and change to a higher level, and form your own power in the strong.

Obviously, this old man was on the periphery when he was young, and he could only choose this way, and it was the only way.

But Teng wanted to find that the old man when he was young was more looking forward to getting out of the forest and out of the mountain, and this idea has always been there.

And as the years go by, after countless failures, this idea gradually turns into a strong desire, and it becomes the goal of just going out alone.

He no longer runs for the big trees, but sharpens his strength, and often goes to the core area to peek at the competition between those strong people, and benefits a lot.

While the others on the periphery only knew how to secretly cut down other people's tree roots, he learned to kill people quietly!

Killing people and taking treasures, directly taking possession of other people's trees, but not condensing the seeds, nor condensing them into small saplings, because these will make others red-eyed, just like carrying gold and silver treasures, and will only cause unnecessary trouble.

Instead, he chose to cut down the trees and extract the most core, a section of firewood that contains rich vitality.

He's not the first woodcutter to kill people and loot treasures, but he's definitely the first to turn these treasures into weapons.

Use the core of each big tree as a shield to provide him with a steady stream of vitality, and kill people by leapfrogging, with one enemy and three, it is easy!

When others were still running around for their own big trees, he had already condensed his own seeds, surrounded by several sections of firewood, bombarding all the way to the top, cultivating to climb steadily, and getting stronger the more he fought!

Teng Xu quickly approached the depths of the forest along his memory, but he didn't see what he could gain from this now, it seemed to be just a kind of growth of the jungle, survival of the fittest, and competition for the sun.

But I saw a huge giant tree in the innermost part, huge like a small mountain, and outside the mountain climbed, it grew to cover the sky!

On the treetops, there is actually a magnificent nine-story temple, engraved with endless or mysterious or strange totems, and there are even ghosts and gods guarding both sides, and three big characters are written on the gate of the dragon flying and phoenix dancing.

"Shenmu Temple!"

It contains a majestic vitality that even the desire at this moment is terrifying!

"Yu Mu, the twenty-sixth generation peripheral disciple of my Shenmu Temple, entered the temple at the age of nineteen, and it took thirty years, two months, and eleven days to step into the entrance of the sacred mountain......"

"Hey, you're not Yu Mu!!"