v3 Chapter 165： Variation [second more] (2/2)

At this moment the donkey was standing under the tree, walking back and forth, and there was a little anxiety in surprise.

Hooking away from the old road, his face changed slightly. For thousands of years, he had never seen such a donkey reaction. At the moment, the figure fell to the ground, and he looked cautiously above the ancient tree.

Bogu is juxtaposed with it, and his eyes are a little strange. I am afraid that such an ancient tree can only exist in such strange places.

After a while, the two regained their gazes and frowned slightly, but they didn't notice the slightest difference.

The little donkey screamed suddenly when he saw this, and shook away from the old man's eyes. He lost his voice and said, ”What, you say there is something from your hometown, how is it possible?”

The old guy suddenly changed color, his eyes widened, looking at the old tree in front of him, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

Bogu was silent, the origin of the little donkey was magical, and he had already guessed that his hometown was certainly not simple.

”Bogudao friends, you step back and wait for me to find out what is hidden here.”

Hooked away from the old road and spoke in a deep voice.

Bo Gu nodded, flashing light, and the figure exited beyond Baizhang.

Attentively looking away from the old way, at this moment, biting his fingertips with open mouth, Yin Hong's blood flowed out instantly, condensed into a blood bead, flashing a strange luster. The old guy pointed his finger down, quickly painted on the trunk, and painted complicated patterns, gradually forming a strange rune.

At the completion of the last rune of this rune, a low drink was drawn from the mouth of Lao Dao: ”Appear!”

With a drink, the endless blood rush burst out from the Yin Hong Rune on the trunk, and spread quickly, covering the entire tree body, so that the whole ancient tree was bathed in blood. Suddenly, at a certain branch, a strange wave suddenly appeared, and the blood awn seemed to be attracted, and quickly coagulated away from the branch, forming a group of blood pupa, shrinking one by one, as if gestating something.

Click.

After a few breaths, the blood shattered, and a whole body gold, adult fist-sized golden bell hangs on the branch, and as the breeze shakes, the crisp sound of the bell rings. The sound of this bell sounded like a magic power, spreading in the air, spreading far away, as if calling for some kind of sleeping existence.

When the bell rang, the donkey screamed, but it contained endless fear.

Hooking away from the old road, it became extremely ugly to hear the color behind, and his body flashed, and his mouth burst into drink: ”Go! Leave here!”

Although Bogu didn't know why, when he saw the way away from the old road, his heart was suddenly violent.

Two donkeys whistled away.

At the rear, under the bell, the leaves of the ancient tree are withered and yellow, and the blue branches are withered and decayed, and the vitality is instantly transformed into a strong breath of death.

When the last leaf withered, the ancient tree was completely rotten, like a skeletal skeleton, with endless fierce breath.

The ground began to shake violently. A withered palm suddenly broke through the soil, followed by that terrible skull, wearing a long-decomposed tattered shirt.

A dry corpse came out of the ground, stood above the ground, and raised his head to roar.

The surrounding land, rolling, countless figures stood up shaking.

The whole body was rotten, but in this dried corpse, there was an overwhelming energy wave. This wave is not illegal, but a breath of death.

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