Chapter eight hundred and ninety seventh true and false Jin Miaolin
Jin Miaolin sat on a carriage with a pale face. The shackles on its body have been lifted for a while, but it is still a little uncomfortable, maybe it has been trapped for too long. Its sea of consciousness has long been
Destruction, and even the thinking is not very coherent.
It has lived in that dark place for many years. Every once in a while, its blood will be drawn, and only then will those guys inject some nutrients into it. Just like this, it doesn't know how long it has passed.
It doesn't even remember its purpose when it left home in the first place.
Until recently, I don’t know why, it was sent out. When it saw the sun for the first time, its eyes were almost blind. It suffered for three full days, but after those people started to give it food, its body
His functions were restored, his life energy was adjusted, and he gradually recovered.
Along the way, its body gradually recovered, and finally it no longer felt like it was dying in the previous period. Yes, at least it didn't have to die. Where are those guys going to send themselves? Jin Miaolin doesn't know. Its spirit
Although the Sea of Consciousness has been destroyed, the bloodline life energy from the origin of the Tree Ancestor is still very pure. After these days of repair, it has gradually recovered. Except for the Sea of Divine Consciousness, everything else is gradually recovering.
In the process.
But is this really important to it? It has already resigned itself to its fate, and it has never had any extravagant hopes. It has long forgotten the meaning of its existence. It even feels that it has lost its soul.
It's not bad to break the sea of consciousness, at least you don't have to think about it all the time, and the pain will be less.
Silver light flashed, and a figure appeared silently on the carriage. His appearance did not even change the weight of the carriage.
Jin Miaolin sat there, his eyes dull as he turned to the sudden figure, and he didn't even make a sound. In fact, even if it made a sound, it would be meaningless, as the interior of the carriage was already enveloped in a silver halo.
"What's your name?" A pleasant voice sounded, not just in his voice, but also in his mind.
Jin Miaolin opened his mouth, but did not answer. Because it had lost its tongue long ago. Those guys didn't need it to speak at all.
Looking at the pale-faced, dark-eyed Blue Gold Tree Clan in front of him, who looked like a walking corpse, Tang San frowned slightly. He raised his hand and put it on its shoulder, and his spiritual consciousness was also injected into its body at the same time, feeling it.
status at the time.
Decline! This was Tang San's first feeling. But at the same time as it was declining, it also contained huge and endless life energy. Tang San didn't know what those who captured it did to it, but there was no doubt that it
, it must have been subjected to inhuman abuse.
A flash of anger flashed through Tang San's heart, as if he saw humans being treated as slaves again.
The Sea of Divine Consciousness was destroyed, which was an important reason for the problem with this blue-gold tree tribe's thinking ability. The reason why he came here as soon as possible was because Tang San's divine consciousness had been shrouding the city, and through the Tree Ancestor
He could do this easily with the aura. He had been waiting for this aura to appear. Yes, it was the aura of Jin Miaolin's blood originating from the ancestor of the tree.
Although he is still not sure whether the Blue Gold Tree Clan in front of him is Jin Miaolin, he can be sure that the power of his bloodline must be the direct bloodline of the Tree Ancestor. There is no doubt about this.
Moreover, there are six spikes on Jin Miaolin's back, which means the strength of the Jingwang level. The Jin Miaolin who left home that year was also the tenth-level Jingwang. Therefore, it is very likely that it is the blue gold tree tribe that he found.
The power of the gods, along with the injection of life energy, helped Jin Miaolin heal his injuries, especially making up for the sea of consciousness that had been destroyed for many years.
Soon, Tang San discovered that its Sea of Divine Consciousness had been damaged too seriously, and the time it had been destroyed had been too long. If he wanted to cure such a Sea of Divine Consciousness, if he was at the previous God King level,
There is no problem with cultivation. But now, it is a big problem. Without enough time, it will not be possible to recover.
"Brother, I know you are probably Jin Miaolin. If you can understand me, just nod. I am the current leader of the Blue Gold Tree Clan, and I will help you." Tang San used his own consciousness to barely connect.
The huge damage and cracks in Jin Miaolin's sea of consciousness.
Jin Miaolin stared at him blankly, opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound, but he finally nodded.
Such a familiar name! Jin Miaolin, is that me? Yes, it is mine.
Tang San nodded slightly, sighed softly, and said, "Come with me."
The next moment, a silver halo enveloped Jin Miaolin's body and disappeared out of thin air.
After two teleportation jumps, when Tang San appeared again, he had returned to the Kerry Mountains. When he came back, he also removed his disguise and returned to his original appearance.
The aura of life in the Golden Valley is still strong, but to Tang San now, it is nothing, really because the aura of life he felt in Jianmu City was too strong.
The red-named girls all went to live in Kerry City. In the Golden Valley, only the warriors of the Liger tribe were guarding it. And there were not many people left, so more strong men from the Liger tribe also went to Kerry City.
After all, that's where life is more suitable. It can be said that Kerry City is now completely controlled by the beautiful young master, even if she doesn't care about things.
When Jin Miaolin walked, his feet staggered a little. It was obvious that he was not used to walking for a long time. But when he came to the Golden Valley, his eyes were a little more alive. The lush vegetation here made him feel very comfortable.
Tang San took Jin Miaolin to the extremely huge golden tree.
The liger warriors guarding here had already discovered them, but when they saw that the person coming was Tang San, their vigilance was automatically lifted.
Tang San nodded to them and then took Jin Miaolin to stand in front of the golden tree.
Jin Miaolin looked at Tang San, then at the golden tree in front of him, and tears suddenly flowed from his dull eyes.
The golden tree is also a specialty of Jianmu City! It is a vassal race of the blue golden tree tribe. Feeling the rich breath of life, and then feeling its own reviving life energy, it seemed to feel something.
Tang San looked at it and said seriously: "Jin Miaolin, listen to me. Your sea of consciousness has been destroyed. It will take a long time to recover. And it also requires a very strong consciousness to do it.
My current consciousness is still insufficient. When I become an emperor, I will definitely help you repair your consciousness. Due to some special reasons, I need to leave you here to recover. What I can assure you is that I
It will not harm the Blue Gold Tree Tribe, and will help the Blue Gold Tree Tribe."
Jin Miaolin looked at him blankly, obviously not knowing what he meant by these things.
Tang San sighed and patted its shoulder.
Finding Jin Miaolin means that the last flaw in his identity as the leader of the Blue Gold Tree Clan has been solved. Let Jin Miaolin stay here to rest. After he becomes the emperor, he will naturally be sent back.
The final problem has been solved, so, next, it is time for me to go to the ancestral court again!
I have actually been writing this section for a long time. As the book enters the later stages, I have to lay some groundwork for the exciting plot that follows. Since this is the Fairy Continent, it would be unfair to always write about the Monster Tribe and not favor one over the other. This section of the Fairy Tribe’s journey has long been with me.
It was planned. However, the part about pretending to be the Blue Gold Tree Tribe came to me out of nowhere. Originally, I planned to have Tang San participate in a martial arts competition as a sea god to find a bride, but I always felt it was a bit far-fetched. Until I wrote the Blue Gold Tree Tribe.
After this episode of the Golden Tree Clan, everything will be solved and everything will fall into place.
