"How could the connection between the Dead Soul Tree and me suddenly disappear!"

Yan's heart sank.

This means that the death soul tree that has been cultivated for tens of thousands of years has failed to reborn in the body of blood.

This possibility.

Yan never thought about it.

Because he deliberately did all the bloodlines of the Death Soul Tree left behind in the southern and southern realms, and the upper limit was only at the level of the Golden Pill, just to prepare for this day.

The God of Desolation is a natural creature.

Their upper limit is limited by the world.

After obtaining part of the legacy of the Netherworld, he encountered taboo creatures invading the sky world, and Yan began to plot.

Until tens of thousands of years later, the emperor was cultivated into a madness...

Resuscitation of taboo creatures.

Everything went well and it was as planned.

But who can tell himself?

Why did the bloodline of the Dead Soul Tree fail to be reborn?

How can those bloodlines at the level of the Golden Pill to resist the body capture of the Dead Soul Tree Spirit at the level of the Nascent Soul?

This moment.

Yan, who was unscheming, panicked.

Now, the emperor has left the world and completely gave up here.

As I wished, I broke the divine body and divine nature through the inner world of the emperor, and finally successfully reborn in the body of the descendants named Li Qingxuan.

It was all going well.

Just after devouring the original foundation, the flame can devour the entire world of heaven and earth, turn into its own inner world, and achieve the realm of cave emptiness!

This is his only chance to transcend.

But now without the Dead Soul Tree and the taboo creature will become a life-threatening crisis for him to tie himself up!

Thinking of this result.

A ruthless look flashed in Yan's eyes.

He has planned for tens of thousands of years, and naturally he has plans just in case.

But this plan is very cruel.

"I have protected you for tens of thousands of years. Now, it's time for you to repay me..."

A sudden flash of sinful eyes flashed through Yan's eyes, closed his eyes, silently swallowing the foundation he left behind.

This body is too weak, only comparable to the Immortal Golden Elixir Realm, and it is difficult to bear its extremely high-quality spirit. It must improve its strength as soon as possible...

At this moment, on the other side.

Underground in Youzhou, Great Jin Dynasty.

Nine huge white light balls of ordinary size formed a nine-meter array formation, surrounding a small tree about 100 feet away, and in the flash of light, a broken tree shadow was taken out.

"Master, this is the hidden spirit in the blood of the little soul."

The cold sound of No. 1 sounded in this cave.

There is no influence of the spirit.

The situation of Xiaohun finally stabilized and he was already in a deep sleep.

Li Qingxuan looked at the broken tree spirit, which was three feet tall, and was glad that he chose to take the risk to come to Dajin with his little soul.

The little soul is about 100 feet away.

The tree spirit in front of me is more than three feet long. I am afraid it is a dead soul tree at the level of Yuanying, and it is not something that the little soul can resist.

The tree spirit seemed extremely quiet surrounded by nine vast primordial light balls.

However, the huge and extremely high-quality primordial fluctuations still shocked Li Qingxuan.

The crisis of the little soul is lifted.

Li Qingxuan had doubts about the meaning behind this matter.

Think for a moment.

He asked: "No. 1, under normal circumstances, blood vessels should not be a kind of consciousness. Why is the tree spirit in front of him so complete?"

"After analysis, this is very flexible."

"In the information stored in No. 1, it was discovered that the original origin of the Dead Soul Tree is probably related to a barbarian force."

As he said that, No. 1 spoke out several stubborn syllables.

When Li Qingxuan heard this, he found that it was a bit similar to Manyu, but a little different.

No. 1 explained: "Master, this is an ancient wild word. When helping the little soul to remove the invasion of bloodlines, No. 1 had already searched the reporter through the intelligence source and found that this was the meaning of Turing Tower."

"Turing Tower!!!"

Li Qingxuan was shocked!

It turns out it is this force!

Not long ago, he also blocked Wang Zifeng's sister's soul into the belly of a pregnant woman who had not yet given birth to a spirit, with the purpose of letting her penetrate into the Turing Building.

I didn’t expect that the origin of the Dead Soul Tree was also related to this force!

I seem to underestimate this power.

Sudden.

Li Qingxuan was shocked.

Turing Tower seems to be an unknown force of the barbarians.

The other party’s source is so long, isn’t it related to the Huang Shenyan!!!

Li Qingxuan immediately spoke, "No. 1, do we have any information on the Endless Grassland?"

The next moment.

A vast topographic map appeared in front of Li Qingxuan.

"Master, this is a map of the endless grassland, in which the barbarian tribes divide the territory and reproduce with the temple as the core."

"We went there more than ten years ago and developed a few religious people."

"But they have a low status within the barbarians, so they can only provide us with some basic trends of the barbarians and some information about the temple."

As he said that, No. 1's voice paused and passed on the information he had just received to Li Qingxuan.

After watching it, Li Qingxuan exclaimed in surprise: "The flame has fallen?"

“Yes, Master.”

"Is this information accurate?" Li Qingxuan asked.

This information is too scary.

How could an existence at such a level fall and fall?

"Master, when you receive the information, No. 1 has verified it. Now all our church members who have developed in the endless grassland have determined that the shrine glory of their living areas has disappeared."

"In the ancient legends of the barbarians, there are related records: the eyes of the gods are full of light. When the light disappears, it is when the gods fall..."

Huh ~

Upon hearing this, Li Qingxuan's breathing became rapid.

As a small world in the sky, the ancient god of desolation.

It is comparable to the realm of immortal transformation!

If this information is true, then the only existence in the vast and southern world that can threaten Yan is the "Emperor" of the heavenly consciousness in Yan's mouth.

The key is.

The fall of the flames and the opportunity to seize the body of the tree spirits in the little soul's bloodline are too coincidental.

And the source of the Dead Soul Tree is related to the Endless Grassland...

That is another special product of the underworld!

This analysis.

Li Qingxuan's mind information began to be connected continuously.

A series of sparks of inspiration flashed.

"I see!"
To be continued...