The large-scale melting of branches and leaves, with a strong destructive power and vitality, can be so perfectly combined.
The branches and leaves no longer exist in the form of ordinary branches and leaves. Each of its veins is full of vigorous life, stretching incomparably gracefully.
They actually changed from transparent white liquid to mist that evaporated and spread in the air.
It actually exists in three forms.[
Ancient creatures from the prehistoric era always have bizarre forms and surprising discoveries.
Maybe it must be pure when it exists, and it will be more powerful and direct.
"If you don't act now, Xuanyuan Xuantian, maybe we will really become its dinner."
Zhongli Yirui murmured, maybe this is the only thing he can say now.
Ling Xiaotu opened her eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of her, her soul was taken away.
"Why is it still alive?" Ling Xiaotu asked.
"Yes, maybe this thing has been reborn again..." Zhongli Yirui murmured. The melting white color is like a thick soup cooked in a pot. Even if you jump in, there will be no splash.
Not even shocked.
"Rebirth?" Ling Xiaotu said suddenly.
Ling Xiaotu thought this inference was too ridiculous, but she suddenly felt a little panicked. Could it be that Xuanyuan Xuantian helped this ancient plant.
It's not that it doesn't want to appear, that gorgeous, bloodthirsty rain of petals is just persistent in attracting their attention.
What it wants is for the power of the newcomer to help it break away from its original form and regenerate into what it is now.
"If that's the case, it shouldn't be this way of thanking you." Ling Xiaotu said coldly, staring at the thing in front of him.
"The ancient monsters probably didn't understand the concept of reciprocity." Zhongli Yirui explained on the side.
Xuanyuan Xuantian didn't know what happened. He was used to knowing the results directly or creating the results he wanted, rather than caring about the specific process.
He only saw the empty, not-so-large broken space in front of him, crowded with translucent white plants. They were like the heads of monsters, sighing quietly out of the air.
A little, a little.
It became louder and louder, more and more arrogant, and it turned into an endless form in front of me.