The evil tree was towering, and the corpses hanging on the branches opened their eyes at this moment. These long-dead creatures, even their souls were lost, cast their gaze towards the ground together with the evil tree, staring at the young man stepping on the lake.
The corpses were stunned, but their expressions were distorted.
Rakshasa spent a long time mastering the Taihang Mountains. Even if Nanzhu returned, he would not be able to gain any advantage in this mountain. He knew this big red snake and later the red dragon very well. In terms of the degree of familiarity, he later stayed in this mountain.
The pale giant tigers and ginkgo trees on the island are not even close to it.
This is also the reason why the ancients chose it.
The ancient tree is the habitat of the dragon. It borrows the hand of the tree and uses its roots to steal power. It sounds incredible, but the existence called "ancestor" by the ancients has indeed done it. It is the best example to stand here and control the mountains.
.If it were not for the red dragon in front of it that made it feel bored, it would have spent a few more years to wear away the aura that this red dragon had left in Taihang, and then it would be able to carry the divine status.
However, this red dragon is still alive and back.
The tree smiled grimly.
Is the dead mountain god still called a mountain god?
It is the god of this mountain!
The water in Rumo Lake is unusually thick, and there are more than one hand stretched out suddenly. The black color in the lake is filled with these weird hands!
The palms extended upwards, grabbing the young man's ankles, and then the black palms rushed forward, trying to cover and submerge Li Xi'an's figure.
The golden flame ignited, circulated, and accompanied by several shrill screams, burned the palms that came towards it, turning into ashes like burning paper.
The splendid golden flame burned out and the dark palm did not go out. Instead, it climbed up and burned crazily on the lake! The white mist evaporated, and the white mist of water vapor and the evil tree spread black and splashed towards the mountains, the earth and even the sky, like an ink painting.
Freehand painting.
The only color is the flowing clouds and golden fire surrounding Li Xi'an.
At this time, the boy's shadow was no longer visible, and the flames were burning and rising, like a new sun here.
The evil tree was not surprised. It saw the battle between the dragon and the demons after breaking into Taihang. The strange golden flames, the long sword with the texture of gold and jade, the mysterious light that swallowed the demons, and the familiar bronze cauldron.
What scares her the most is the four white jade arms that reach the sky.
The power is too terrifying, and it is not like the magic that can be mastered at this stage.
But it's just fear.
This is the Taihang Mountain. It is rooted here and possesses great power that other living beings simply do not possess! So what if Nanzhu once transformed into an etheric entity? He disappeared for two years and could not even sense the vitality. Now that he is back, what can he do to compete with it?
The inky blackness is like layers of spider webs, wrapping around the burning golden fire.
These pitch-black substances are unable to deal with the golden fire, and the flames burn away the filth, so that the demons and monsters dare not approach. But if one is not enough, there will be two, and one layer will be burned and another layer will be burned.
Until the red dragon shape tore open the dark spider web, and the flames covered his body, like a crown and armor.
The strong wind was raging on the lake because of the heavy breathing of the giant creature.
His body is sinuous, and the iron scales slowly open and close in turn.
The sky and the earth are all freehand paintings in black and white, with red and gold being the only colors. The dragon-shaped figure straightened its arrows and soared into the sky. He sat in the sky and stared at the human face on the evil tree.
"You are not it." Jiaolong said.
The expression on the human face was ferocious, and it glared angrily at the red dragon sitting in the void.
"A Rakshasa is a Rakshasa, and a camphor tree is a camphor tree. It's just some delusions that have taken over the ancient tree that is contaminated with my aura. Do you really think you are a thing?"
Rakshasa evil tree, the refining of all evils.
There is nothing to hide under the lotus.
Its source, its growth, and the rising creatures that died on its branches. Li Xian even saw a vague human form appearing in the secret realm.
The rays of light overflowed, the ancient and sacred atmosphere filled the air, and the figures stood as if they were high in the sky.
But such a god-like figure dropped the most evil seeds in the world.
The red copper bone was drooping, and he heard a voice. It came from the deepest part of the tree. It was a sigh, self-blame, and unwillingness. How could the ancient tree that had carried him for hundreds of years degenerate into filth?
"So I have to thank you." Chi Jiao whispered.
"If it weren't for your existence, maybe I would have really lost this tree."
"Nanzhu!" the face shouted.
"The mountains were once the most terrifying predators and the most violent creatures. Why are they talking nonsense now? I am both a Rakshasa and the ancient tree in the past!" the tree said, and its tone turned cold again, "You said you don't want to
Lose me?"
"Then why not become my nourishment..."
"I promise to make your body into the most magnificent and exquisite collection, and hang it on the highest treetop for the Taihang creatures to admire day and night."
The branches covering the sky trembled, and the body swayed along with it.
A disgusting fishy smell permeated the air, and the evil tree beat some mysterious rhythm. The mountains and the dark sky seemed to sway and twist to its rhythm. All kinds of terrible fantasies appeared in the void, invading the mind of the red dragon.
Thousands of resentful spirits roared as they walked under the lake, staring at the dragon in mid-air.
It really looks like the sea. The black tide is the culling of the resentful spirits. They climb on the bodies of other resentful spirits and stretch out their hands or claws, as if they want to drag the pure and innocent dragon in the sky into the water.
Fall into the abyss forever.
Jiaolong was very surprised.
The ferocious long tail swung over and tore a hole in the black wave.
The golden candle flickered and looked at the towering evil tree.
Golden light flew out from his scales all over the sky, and each ichthyosaur rushed into the black sea with golden flames, like gold or lava poured into the water, extending along the wound on his tail to devour these resentful spirits.
They eat everything and eat all kinds of evil. As villains, the ichthyosaurs are far superior to these resentful spirits who have never seen the world.
Confined in the lake, no visitors can be seen.
How can there be any terrifying and strange power? They can't touch the red dragon even when they are alive, and they can't even touch it after death.
The human face on the tree trunk had a gloomy expression. It felt that it paid enough attention to the red dragon, but the current testing methods still allowed it to refresh its understanding. The golden light turned out to be a group of living fish and dragons, which could not only swallow the flesh and blood of demons, but also
It can even swallow evil spirits and eat filth.
The corpses on the branches were speaking, and the mountains of rising creatures, ordinary humans, birds and beasts were speaking at this moment, whispering something.
Spirits as black as ink gathered together, and with the black lake as the center, a domain isolated from the real world rose.
The dark trunk of the ancient tree cracked its scaly bark, and a seductive red light flowed through the gaps.
"Dang——"
The evil tree was stunned. A golden long sword tore off the dark field, cut through the sky, and nailed the human face between the eyebrows.
The twilight was in full bloom, but the strange red light was blocked.
Fast! Too fast!
The evil tree had no room to react. It was filled with filthy evil energy and was suppressed by the light. It focused too much on the magical powers held by Nanzhu, neglecting to think that apart from these things, Nanzhu was basically a dragon! His
His nature has not changed. The action of an apex predator is usually to kill him if he strikes!
The red dragon shape spirals upward.
The iron scales scratched the tree trunk, and the evil tree's limbs were shaken by this huge beast, as if it had returned to the days when the snake inhabited the ancient tree.
It's just that the picture is no longer harmonious and peaceful. Fighting roars, evil spirits dance wildly, and flowing clouds and golden fire accompany the rising dragon!