When he stepped into the space crack that Du Yu tore open, he suddenly found that he had entered a fairyland.
The surrounding crimson grass blades swayed in the wind, and from time to time, snow-white fairy deer would appear in the tall grass.
Although there are still clouds in the sky, they are ordinary dark clouds, not cold fog.
And right next to him, there was a twin tree standing.
An intact, thriving twin tree!
is this real?
Ran Lang was stunned and couldn't believe his eyes.
So, this is all a dream.
It's just a beautiful dream that a poor man on the verge of death had when he was dying.
Otherwise, how to explain this twin sacred tree?
"Trouble, little Mahua." Du Yu looked up at the sacred tree and patted the man's back with one hand, "This is a spirit controller.
Even though he is strong and strong, his body is very weak."
Ran Lang opened his mouth wide and became even more sure that he was in a dream.
The Twin God Tree was indeed destroyed, but it was also a well-deserved god.
In Ran Lang's knowledge, no living being has ever dared to have such a conversation with the sacred tree.
"Shasha~" The twin trees reached down two branches and landed on Du Yu's shoulders:
"I'm not Mahua."
"You are the mahua."
"Haha." Du Yu held two branches and said, "Help me, pour spiritual energy into his body and save this body that is exhausted."
"Hmph~"
"Oh well."
Two more voices came into his mind, and Du Yu said gratefully: "Thank you."
Immediately, Du Yu turned his head and looked up at the tall man: "Man, you can recuperate here and return to your full strength as soon as possible.
My senior brother will leave a clone here to ask you questions about this continent at any time.
In addition, remember where this space crack opens, and you must not pass through it. I may come to you at any time, but don’t tear you apart."
Ran Lang stared blankly at the heroic young man, speechless.
At this time, he still didn't understand whether this was a wishful thinking when he was about to die.
It is possible!
The hatred in my heart cannot be eliminated, my great revenge cannot be avenged, I cannot save thousands of enslaved brothers and sisters, and I cannot fulfill my obsession.
Therefore, I imagined such a group of powerful fellow humans out of thin air.
Imagine that such a group of people will save your life and help you take revenge.
"Man?" Du Yu patted Ran Lang's back and raised his voice.
"Ah!" Ran Lang came back to his senses and felt the palm on his back was real and powerful, "My name is Da Lang, and my parents call me that."
Du Yu: "."
Of course Du Yu knew that when Ran Lang said this, he was showing that people who were close to him and trusted could call him "Da Lang".
The problem is, as soon as Ran Lang finished saying this, Du Yu called him this
It seems like you are taking advantage of others.
"Go quickly." Du Yu patted Ran Lang's back again, "Take a good rest, your battle is not over yet."
Such words were tantamount to a good prescription, making Ran Lang no longer care whether he was dreaming or not.
"Yes!" Ran Lang responded in a deep voice and immediately took steps.
Du Yu and Kuchiki Kenshu beside him nodded and then retreated into the space crack.
"Haha." As soon as Ran Lang sat down, his majestic body trembled.
He was breathing heavily, feeling the majestic spiritual energy pouring into his body and flowing down from the top of his head.
In an instant, the tattered copper armor worn by Ran Lang buzzed and trembled, and was slowly being repaired.
The rust on the pair of iron halberds he carried on his back began to peel off.
Kuchiki Kenshu watched this scene quietly and then realized that the copper armor and iron halberd were both spiritual weapons?
At the same time, in the dense forest.
The Yu Weinan trio stood in front of the Jiangshan Picture, looking at the Qingfengjian trio in the picture.
I saw the Qingshi put Bahuang Qiongqi into the jade gourd, and handed over Han Sanshengchen to the Holy Saint Long Chuanhua, and tied him up and imprisoned him.
After leaving Fengjian and his two men to interrogate the Han tribe prisoner, Yang Qingqing emerged from the Jiangshan Tu.
"Okay." Yang Qingqing looked at Du Yu.
After Du Yu confirmed again, he controlled the cinnabar red demon flame and cut off contact with his slave Han San.
Under the dim sky, Yang Qingqing opened her peacock eyes and looked at the dragon boat flower path covering the river.
Surprisingly, she didn't see any sign of struggle from Han San?
Facing the most holy level Dragon Boat Flower, Han San, a mere saint level, is certainly not qualified to resist.
But you said that Han San's body didn't even have a trace of resistance or tremble?
This is obviously unreasonable.
"What do you think Han San means?" Yang Qingqing raised her eyebrows slightly and said casually.
"Are you pretending to surrender?" Du Yu also noticed the abnormality and snorted, "The Han tribe is cunning. No matter how good he behaves, you can't believe it."
"Maybe it's true surrender." Lin Shiwei suddenly said.
"What?" Li Mengnan looked at Wei Di.
Lin Shiwei shrugged her shoulders: "We destroyed several Han trees with Han San, and Han San's faith has long since collapsed.
We can ask him face to face and test the demon soul to find out."
Under the demon spirit, there is really no room for lies to survive.
However, Du Yu and others knew about this, and Han San also knew about it.
You know you can't deceive people, but you still pretend like this. I can't say it's impossible, I can only say that the probability is low.
Li Mengnan whispered: "Maybe Han San knew the power of the Dragon Boat's Holy Saint, so he didn't do any useless work."
"Let's talk about it after the mission is over." Yang Qingqing put away the map of mountains and rivers and looked at the three disciples.
Everyone has made up their mind to launch a surprise attack on the Golden Crow tonight!
It is not for a firefight, let alone a fight to the death. The purpose of this trip is twofold:
The first is to get the Golden Crow out of the control of the Han people.
Second, make the Golden Crow's body ignite with cinnabar-red demonic flames!
Then everyone can leave and wait for the good news.
If something goes wrong in the middle, either fight or retreat, and then we'll figure it out.
The reason why the Fengjian duo were not allowed to participate in the battle was because their survivability was poor, at least several levels worse than the Qingyu Weinan quartet.
Qingnan and Qingnan both have the Sea Bird of Sorrow, which can travel through gaps in wind and waves, Mengnan has the Divine Wind White Tiger to tear open gaps, and Qingshi also has the ability to teleport in the Forbidden City.
Among them, Yang Qingqing is even more terrifying. She has become the holy one, but she is just a sad seabird in human form!
Her body can sway left and right, passing through gaps in the wind and waves at any time, presenting a state of being omnipresent yet everywhere.
Can anyone really touch the hem of her skirt in this world?
Du Yu is deeply suspicious!
Of course, the woman took the initiative to lift up the side of her skirt, taking into account Du Yu's attempt to protect her skirt!
Both Yu Wei and Yu Wei also have the ability to teleport.
The four masters and disciples can advance to attack, retreat to defend, or disappear without a trace no matter what happens.
It is perfect for a team of four to carry out this surprise mission!
As the sky gradually darkened, the foursome continued to communicate, and the division of labor became increasingly detailed.
Until late at night, Yang Qingqing slowly stood up: "Now."
Du Yu immediately picked up the Taixu Ax and kept confirming the location of the area in his mind.
"Bah" a space crack, slowly torn open under the ax blade.
Yang Qingqing did her job and stepped into it.
In an instant, she felt a wave of heat coming towards her face, burning her body.
Yang Qingqing frowned slightly, and her sad eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.
She was standing on a high mountain with a wide view, but everywhere she looked was scorched earth, as if she had stepped into the doomsday world.
In the middle of the night here in the tree world, the sky is terrifyingly dark!
After all, there is a thick cold mist in the sky, and no moonlight or starlight can penetrate the cold air and fall on this continent.
It is precisely because of this extreme darkness that the burning mountains in the distance appear extremely dazzling!
"Golden Golden Crow!" Li Mengnan lowered his voice and exclaimed in a low voice.
Everyone has their pupil skills turned on, and they can see in the same direction.
The fierce fires among the mountains in the distance were scattered in a chaotic manner, but everyone could see at a glance that there was a huge firebird lying on the top of the mountain.
Those magnificent and spacious wings of fire even covered both sides of the mountain!
The location where everyone is located is behind the Golden Crow.
They could see the long jet-black tail feathers of the Golden Crow, which were burning with blazing flames and exuding a golden luster.
Fiery, brilliant, dazzling!
"Gudu." Du Yu's Adam's apple squirmed as he looked at the majestic Golden Crow.
At this moment, his body was actually trembling!
Even though Du Yu had done enough psychological construction, when he actually saw the Golden Crow's body with his own eyes, he still found it difficult to control himself.
I have dreamed about it for so long,
Tonight, I finally see your true appearance!
Little Fenyang was also filled with emotions, looking at the Golden Crow body through Du Yu's eyes, at the body that belonged to him.
How many years?
No one ever thought that the battle against Hanshu would separate you and me for more than a hundred years.
How are you?
It must be very painful for you to be controlled by the Han tribe.
Hope um, hope you don't have thoughts.
I hope you have already been invaded by the cold air in your brain. In this case, you will not have to endure more than a hundred years of oppression and slavery.
Little Fenyang looked sad, wringing his illusory little hands.
"Du Yu." Yang Qingqing raised her palm and dropped it in front of Du Yu.
Everyone has made enough assumptions about the situations they will encounter after entering the field, and has also set up corresponding combat plans for each situation.
At this time, the Golden Crow was resting on the high mountain, not flying around and causing damage everywhere.
Under such circumstances, it was naturally time for Yang Qingqing to take action!
The Golden Crow is covered in flames, making it difficult for others to get close to it, but Yang Qingqing is at the holy level!
Her demon breath battle robe is enough to withstand the Golden Crow flames.
At least it can be resisted in a short period of time, and in just a moment, Yang Qingqing can throw the cinnabar red demonic flames onto the Golden Crow!
Du Yu didn't hesitate, reached out and held the woman's palm, and passed the cinnabar red demonic flames.
"Huh~"
A crimson flame ignited in Yang Qingqing's hand.
"Dumb?" It was at this moment that the sound of black chirping suddenly exploded!
Yang Qingqing's body froze, and her eyes suddenly froze!
On the mountain peak in the distance, a huge black head suddenly turned its head and looked at it.
I saw the black base of Wushou, with golden light interspersed in it.
Directly above the Wushou, there are eight erect slender feathers, which together form a black gold feather crown, which is mysterious and noble.
Those golden pupils looked far back, as if searching for something.
Looking for?
Since the opponent's eyes were big enough, everyone could see the way the Golden Crow kept turning its pupils, searching left and right.
So, the "Eye of Burning Sun" was taken away by Little Burning Sun, and the Golden Crow body lost its keen vision and night vision ability?
Little Fenyang trembled: "It seems to have sensed me!"
"Hoo~" Yang Qingqing held the demon fire in her hand, her figure suddenly tilted, and her speed was so fast that she flew directly into a gap in the wind and waves.
The clear moon shines and the sad wind flashes!
Li Mengnan's breath stagnated slightly: "Qingshi!"
There is another update in the middle of the night, and I am working hard to write it. Those who can't wait can go to bed early and read it tomorrow.