That magical, like a broken bowl used by a beggar to beg, but those sharp golden qi could not hurt Zhang Baijian.

Standing on the branches, Zhang Baijian looked up at the tall swaying tree, and then tried to select some tender branches that looked tender, and then used his own true yuan and began to cut them.

Bite!

There was a crisp sound, and the entire immortal tree seemed to shake. And Zhang Baijian carried Zhen Yuan's two fingers, and a small half inch was slightly stuck into the branch.

Syllable!

Zhang Baijian only felt a pain in the fingers of his hands, and the two fingers were broken in the branches like crispy biscuits. Using the true yuan to guide the broken finger back to his hand, it was well bonded with the palm, and Zhang Baijian did not choose to do it again.

The magical sharp gold aura in the immortal tree was very powerful, if Zhang Baijian couldn't cut off the branches in an instant, then the next moment, those sharp gold breaths would immediately break his fingers wrapped in true yuan. The most important thing is that the original tear will be quickly closed.

With a move in his expression, the fire-based true element in Zhang Baidao's hand began to condense suddenly, and finally turned into a circle of constantly rotating jagged substance wrapped around his fingertips.

Touch your finger again to one of the interfaces between the branch and the main branch, and swipe your fingers heavily at the interface.

Syllable!

A small branch was cut off by Zhang Baidao, and then quickly fished into his hand.

The branches that had broken from the tree quickly turned golden brown and looked like they were made of gold. Although the color changed to gold, the ubiquitous aura of sharp gold converged instead.

Putting the branch into the flame ring, Zhang Baidao's fingers slashed towards the next branch.

Just for a moment. Zhang Baijian collected a dozen or so branches of the Immortal Tree. The branches, though the largest, are no larger than a palm. But it contains extremely powerful energy.

Those strong men who saw Zhang Baijian cutting down branches. Both eyes turned red, and he was about to rush to the Immortal Tree, snatch the branch from Zhang Baijian's hand, and then force Zhang Baijian to hand over the method of cutting down the branches of the Immortal Tree.

The old beggar and the brute thirteen stood in front of the immortal tree, and whoever came, they were all blocked out, and the protection was strong, like an iron wall.

"Gongsun Qi'er! Such a big immortal tree. You can't take it all by yourself, so why do you have to do so much?" someone looked at the old beggar and said loudly, since you can't beat it, then you might as well be reasonable.

The old beggar just plucked out his ears, pulled out a large lump of earwax, and then bounced at the man who spoke: "What are you?

That lump of earwax, like a sledgehammer, smashed out the person who spoke before. The man flipped a few times in mid-air, then spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. His face was blue and red for a while, and he retreated in embarrassment amid laughter.

"Gongsun beggar, he is indeed not worthy to reason with you. So does this seat have the qualifications?" the man's face turned red, and the whole person looked like a burning fire.

The old beggar looked at the man. The cynicism between his expressions was much more restrained: "Pure Yang Witch God Lu Zhiyang, the master of the Yiyan Divine Sect! Naturally have this qualification!But what do you want?"

Lu Zhiyang laughed and said: "Okay! Gongsun Qi'er is worthy of being Gongsun Qi'er, and this seat will not beat around the bush! I can give you the branches of the immortal Po Shao tree, not one." But you're going to have to hand that kid over to me!"

"No!" the old beggar had not yet spoken, and the Thirteen had already taken the lead.

Lu Zhiyang glanced at Man Thirteen, a trace of violence flashed in his eyes, and then said to the old beggar in an indifferent tone: "Gongsun Qi'er! I can't imagine that your ability to train your juniors is getting worse and worse! For the sake of your grandson's beggar's face, I can spare him from dying for 500 years! I don't want to hear anything about him walking outside for 500 years! Let him close his door for 500 years and meditate on his own mistakes, how about it?"

The old beggar said lightly: "He is not a disciple of my old name Hanako. If you want him to think about it behind closed doors, waste him for 500 years, and null his cultivation potential, go to the people of the Barbarian Witch Tribe and talk to them!

Lu Zhiyang listened to the old beggar's words, his face tightened, and he was about to blurt out the words, but he forcibly swallowed them. The originally red skin became even more red.

The barbarian witch tribe is a powerful force that has produced several five emperors, among which the witch gods are not a few, although today's civil strife has led to a decline in strength, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse. The name of the Barbarian Witch Tribe is still very useful in this open sea land.

Since the Barbarian Thirteen is a member of the Barbarian Wu Tribe, whether it should still be so strong, Lu Zhiyang should weigh it carefully. Turning the topic back to the immortal tree with an unmoving expression, Lu Zhiyang said: "Sixty percent of the branches of the immortal tree, or that kid, Gongsun beggar!

This request not to die is not excessive, but it is excessive. But the old beggar said with a smile: "That kid is a descendant of the queen of the people, and our Gongsun family owes him a favor, and my old beggar must repay this favor." ”

That's right, this old beggar is a member of the Gongsun clan, the patriarch of Gongsun for an unknown number of generations, but he was not in the clan in the past Gongsun Tribulation, which led to the crisis of the Gongsun clan. Of course, after he returned to the Gongsun clan, he naturally knew about Zhang Baijian.

Hearing the old beggar say this, Lu Zhiyang's face stiffened again. At their level, they naturally disdain to lie. The old beggar of Gongsun said that he owed Zhang Baijian a favor, and that must be true.

His expression flickered a few times, and there was a resoluteness in Lu Zhiyang's eyes.

At his level, he will hardly be disturbed by external emotions. But once he was touched, it meant that the thing that touched him was very important to him. The moment he saw Zhang Baijian cut off the branches of the Immortal Tree, Lu Zhiyang felt that there was a hidden power in Zhang Baidao's body, which would be the key to whether he could become a generation of emperor-level powerhouses.

So no matter what kind of difficulty is in front of him, he will eliminate it.

Unable to punish the Barbarian Thirteen according to his thoughts, this was just a little face-hurting, and under the strength of the Barbarian Witch Tribe, he endured this breath. But that kid who is about him becoming an emperor is critical, and he will never let it go.

"Brother Gongsun, if you don't think you've seen this. I, Lu Zhiyang, owe you a favor!" After thinking for a moment, Lu Zhiyang gritted his teeth and said.

The old beggar still shook his head: "No! I promised the boy before, that he would help me collect the branches of the immortal tree, and I would do my best to protect him." Hanako has always been a talker!"

Lu Zhiyang's face gradually became gloomy: "Old beggar, don't be ignorant! What I Lu Zhiyang wants to get, even if you want to stop it, you can't stop it!"

The old beggar didn't argue, but said lightly: "Then try it!"

Lu Zhiyang sneered twice and waved his hand, and a large flame-shaped token appeared in his hand, and he slammed towards the old beggar.

And as soon as the old beggar stretched out his hand, a long jasper-colored bamboo stick suddenly threw out of his sleeve, and the stick was mixed with the shadow of the stick in the sky, and he also greeted Lu Zhiyang.

As the old beggar was restrained by Lu Zhiyang, the only people who could shelter Zhang Baijian from the wind and rain were the thirteenth and one people left. But Man Thirteen is not an old beggar after all, although it is also the strength of the witch god, whether it is the background or the realm, it is much worse than the old beggar. At this moment, Zhang Baijian became sad.

One after another, powerful attacks hit Zhang Baijian's side, and they were blocked by the broken bowl one by one. And the powerful force pushed Zhang Baijian upwards fiercely.

And the immortal sassy tree emitted a stream of sharp gold qi all the time, and also began to attack Zhang Baijian frantically, it seemed that Zhang Baijian was extremely dissatisfied with the branches that Zhang Baijian had cut down before.

When Zhang Baijian was pushed to the top by waves of attacks, one attack after another suddenly weakened.

Wrong!

Not weakened!

Zhang Baijian immediately keenly noticed that those swarming attacks were actually more violent and rampant. What really weakened these attacks was the bird's nest that stood above the treetops.

What's so special about this bird's nest?

He looked at the bird's nest, pushed the air around him with both hands, and walked through the branches that constantly exuded sharp gold and attacked him like a swimming fish, and came to the bird's nest.

Suddenly, a violent coercion seeped out of the bird's nest. Zhang Baijian, who was standing under the bird's nest, almost lost his footing and fell down.

Fortunately, two magical forces came from the center of the eyebrows in time, repelling the coercion, which allowed Zhang Baijian to regain his footing, and then stepped towards the bird's nest in one step.

The Seven Treasure Peacock, who was originally fighting with all the overlords and powerhouses, seemed to sense something, and with a long roar, he was about to return to the Immortal Posa Tree. This distraction was bound by a long string of rosaries around its slender neck.

As soon as the rosary covered the neck of the Seven Treasures Peacock, it continued to tighten inward. And a big bald head was already standing on the bronze back of the Qibao Peacock, his hands tightly pinching his handprints, his face was calm and dignified.

Qibao Peacock was careless for a while, and naturally he couldn't care about his nest anymore, and struggled frantically, wanting to get rid of his confinement. And that big bald head is so rare to succeed in a sneak attack, so naturally he will not be willing to let go. A frantic wrestling began.

Not to mention the tragedy of the Qibao Peacock, Zhang Baijian looked at the jade-white hand bones in the bird's nest that flashed with colorful streamers, and was a little stunned.

From the breath sense, Zhang Baijian could detect the extraordinaryness of this hand bone.

If his guess was correct, this should be a piece of the hand bone of an emperor-level witch god!

It's part of the corpse of the Emperor God!

Thinking of this, Zhang Baijian couldn't help but be shocked.

If the people below knew that there was a piece of the corpse of the emperor god hidden in the bird's nest, I am afraid that they would be completely crazy! )