Listening to Shen Lang's explanation just now, Ziying fell into confusion. She could not judge whether what Shen Lang said was true or false, but she also began to wonder if she was really being used by the Holy Lord.
The reason for this question is that Ziying also knows deep down in his heart that if ancestor Xuanyuan were still alive, he would not kill and conquer the Immortal Continent.
After asking himself, he had indeed disobeyed the legacy of Xuanyuan's ancestors. Shen Lang's previous sarcastic words had hit home, and Ziying gradually lost his mind.
I and my two senior brothers really wanted to resurrect Ancestor Xuanyuan. Perhaps it was this obsession that led to them being exploited.
Even if the Holy Lord was not using him, Ziying felt that what he had done was ultimately a disgrace to his ancestor Xuanyuan.
The "clearing of the crime" mentioned by Shen Lang was like soul torture at this moment, making Ziying fall into great confusion.
"Clear the charges..." Ziying smiled miserably: "Chosen one, you seem to be asking me to make a choice, but in fact you are asking me to bet on whether what you said is true or false."
Shen Lang remained silent and did not deny Zi Ying's words.
Ziying's face was slumped, and she had made a decision in her heart.
At this point, even if I told Shen Lang how to destroy the Holy Tree of Heaven, Shen Lang's cultivation alone would not be able to change the situation at all.
If she chooses not to tell Shen Lang and defends the Holy Lord until death, Ziying is not so willing in her heart.
The reason why she respects the Holy Lord is mainly because the Holy Lord promised to resurrect the Xuanyuan ancestor.
If all of this is a scam, then it is not just as simple as being ashamed of the ancestors of Xuanyuan, but the three saints of Xuanyuan have really become the ones who betrayed their ancestors and destroyed their sect! Ziying cannot afford to gamble.
In the end, she told Shen Lang the answer out of guilt for her ancestor Xuanyuan.
"The Sacred Tree of Babel can only grow in places with sufficient earth energy, or in environments where other energy sources provide stable energy.
In other words, as long as the ground veins where the Holy Tree is planted can be destroyed, or the energy source that provides energy for the Holy Tree can be destroyed, the Holy Tree will soon wither and die, and the defense of the Holy Tree itself will also become extremely weak."
Shen Lang remembered Zi Ying's words in his heart, and his sinister expression softened slightly, and said: "Zi Ying, you are finally smarter for once."
"It's a pity that as the descendants of Huangdi Xuanyuan, you have to be the enemy of me, the chosen one who pursues salvation. If we could go back to the past, we should be on the same front."
Ziying said expressionlessly: "What you said is right, but there will never be such an opportunity again.
Chosen One, if you can fulfill your promise, I will not be unwilling to die in your hands, so...just do it quickly."
Shen Lang frowned. Although Ziying was his life-and-death enemy, after all, she only acted like this because she was being used.
Sensing the other party's determination to regard death as home, the murderous intent in Shen Lang's eyes slowly disappeared.
Now that things have happened, Ziying can finally wake up and he has lost the reason to kill her.
After struggling in his mind for a moment, Shen Lang finally restrained the hatred in his heart and said indifferently: "Ziying, for the sake of your awakening, I won't kill you this time.
If you choose to go against me next time, or continue to return to the Three Saints Sect and do the outrageous things that day, I, Shen Lang, will definitely cut you into pieces!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang took back Hun Tian Ling and released the restraints on Zi Ying.
"You really don't regret letting me go?"
Ziying raised her head and glanced at Shen Lang, with extremely complicated emotions.
"You made the right bet, and I hope I didn't make the wrong bet."
Shen Lang responded indifferently, pressing his right palm on Zi Ying's seriously injured body, and injected a large amount of glazed sky light and glazed fire into her body, healing her injuries.
"Brother Shen, this witch has done so many crazy things before. Don't trust this witch easily!"
Bai Lan gritted her silver teeth with a look of reluctance on her face.
Ziying led the army of the Three Saints to attack the Beiming Immortal Territory. Over the past hundreds of years, countless monks from the Beiming Immortal Territory have lost their lives at her hands. Bai Lan's hatred for Ziying has long since risen to an indescribable level. degree.
"That's right, Brother Shen, the Three Saints of Xuanyuan have sinned so much, how can they be spared lightly?"
Lian Xing also gritted his teeth and said, also not understanding Shen Lang's choice.
Thinking of the countless monks in the Reincarnation Immortal Realm who died at the hands of the Three Saints' army, it was difficult for Lian Xing to forgive such a life-and-death enemy.
Hua Zi was inspired by Shen Lang's embarrassment, bent down and cupped her fists and said: "You two girls, although it is not my place for a young woman to talk too much, please trust Shen Lang for once."
Bai Lan and Lian Xing looked at each other in disbelief. They could only restrain their emotions and nodded slightly.
Ziying silently accepted Shen Lang's treatment without saying a word during the whole process, and she didn't know what she was thinking in her heart.
Under Shen Lang's treatment, Ziying's injuries gradually recovered.
After all, she was Daluo Jinxian, and her body had only been injured by the Shura Demon God transformed by Shen Lang before, but her injuries recovered surprisingly quickly.
In addition, Ziying had taken a golden elixir to heal her injuries before. Within half a day, her injuries had recovered by 60 to 70%, but the depleted essence, blood and vitality were far from being replenished.
After Ziying felt that she had regained some mobility, she immediately stood up and said with a calm expression: "Shen Lang, I will restrain the guardian saint wooden boy puppet for you. You must seize the time to destroy the deep underground of Dragon Snake Island. That fairy stone.”
"As long as the Immortal Stone is destroyed, the Holy Tree will quickly wither and wither without an energy source, and the boy puppet guarding the Holy Tree will also lose its mobility."
"Now that the sacred tree reaching the sky has been [newly] damaged, Zhang Daoling may be able to sense something strange on Dragon Snake Island, and may appear in person.
Just in case, you and I should take action now!"
Shen Lang felt a little sudden, frowned and said: "Fellow Ziying, your injury is far from recovered, are you really okay?"
Ziying said indifferently: "I am the leader of the Three Saints Sect, so naturally that boy puppet will not attack me.
It is not too difficult for me to contain that boy."
"good!"
Since Zi Ying was confident, Shen Lang accepted her proposal.
Without wasting time, Shen Lang immediately opened the door of Guangtian Palace.
The purple shadow turned into a ray of light and flew out of Guangtian Palace.
"Brother Shen, do you really trust her?"
Bai Lan asked through gritted teeth.
Lian Xing also felt a little uneasy.
Shen Lang sighed slightly: "We are only 70% sure! If we don't take a gamble, it will be difficult to resolve the current predicament."
Although the boy puppet was not impossible to deal with, it was almost impossible for Shen Lang to defeat and kill the puppet head-on.
In order to capture Xuanting alive, Shen Lang had already thrown the fire-pointed spear but failed to recover it.
Now that I have lost my fire-tip spear, it will only be more difficult to deal with the boy puppet.
If Ziying can contain the boy puppet, all problems will be solved.