Chapter 1259 (1/2)

They left the miraculous white bone mountain behind and away from the evil sea. The people were secretly relieved. If the zuwu xuanming was buried below, it would be a disaster to pierce the sky.

Looking around, this is a barren magic land. I don't know which world fell on the wreckage of Guixu. There are twisted dead trees everywhere. The twisted branches are intertwined like dragons and snakes, about the size of a python. Before falling into Guixu, it must be a holy forest. There is a strong sense of destruction on the scorched tall strange trees.

I don't know how many years have passed since they fell into the ruins. These holy trees can still exist tenaciously, and even a trace of divinity remains.

Before falling into the ruins, the strange trees here must be very powerful and divine spiritual roots, but now only the remains of the Holy tree of spiritual roots are left. The destruction Avenue distorts the form of these spiritual roots and degenerates into a dead form with deep demonic nature, just like the teeth and claws of dragons and snakes.

The old monster corpse God leader of the corpse driving sect was a little hairy in his heart and whispered to the crowd: ”it looks like a burial soil here!”

”Stay away from this magic land!” urged the blood butcher.

”I seem to hear these trees crying!” Vatican WuJie shivered. He went to a stump lying on the ground and half disabled. The exposed roots were like a huge black poisonous dragon. Most of the dead trees were buried under the black magic earth. The exposed part of the ground was like a hill. Vatican WuJie brushed away the floating dust from the stump section, Expose the dense rings on it.

Vatican WuJie counted the annual rings and took a breath immediately

There are tens of thousands of annual rings on it, and it is only the part exposed to the surface, and more than half of the cross-section is still sinking in the ground.

And this is still a small strange tree!

”The sacred tree of Linggen takes an unusual year. In ancient times, the sacred tree of Ming takes 500 years as spring, 500 years as autumn and 2000 years as a year. The legendary sacred tree of Ailanthus altissima takes 8000 years as spring, 8000 years as autumn and 32000 years as a year!” van WuJie felt that the place was more strange and made him hair behind his back.

”These strange trees can withstand the power of destruction. I don't know how many years have passed without extinction. The origin is different.”

”It has lived for at least hundreds of thousands of years, and how old is this sacred tree for a year?”

”Even if the year of the ghost tree is counted, two thousand years is a year...” Yuan Yu Lao Dao pinched his fingers and smacked his tongue: ”these sacred trees have lived for at least hundreds of millions of years before they fall into the ruins with this magic land!”

”Let me have a look!” the blood butcher pushed them away and looked at the growth rings of the sacred tree... The blood butcher looked gloomy. He stretched out his hand and put it on the trunk of the sacred tree. The rough bark cracked like black scales and felt like the dead body of a real dragon. The blood butcher took root with both legs and pulled the fallen sacred tree out of the ground.

Everyone rushed up and counted the rings with their fingers.

”598326 rings!” someone soon figured out the specific number of rings. The man said angrily: ”I saw the changes of the flood climate... He pointed to the outermost rings and said: ”There are traces of nine days of weak water here, and the texture of the annual rings is relatively soft and wide, indicating that the sacred tree soaked in some kind of pre naive water suspected of nine days of weak water in those years and grew faster, but the wood was damaged!”

”Gonggong is angry to touch the Zhoushan mountain! The great flood dumped by the Tianhe!” everyone present shivered collectively.

”Young life! How can anything here have something to do with the earth shaking events that happened in the flood and famine!” Yuan Yu whispered.

”Taking the time point when Gonggong angrily touched Buzhou mountain as the coordinate, when the divine tree died...” the blood butcher devil calculated several growth rings, but he saw that the growth rings with wide range and light color were very close to the skin!

”After the great flood, it is not far from the collapse of the flood! That is to say, these sacred trees may fall into the ruins and be destroyed and withered when the flood is broken?”

Others pointed to the more dense ring in the ring, about thousands of rings said: ”this ring is very dense, indicating that the sacred tree grew slowly, the climate was very cold, and lasted for a long time. It seems that there is a trace very similar to xuanming real water in the ring, which is an ancient Avenue...”

The man trembled and said, ”it may be the underworld era... The cold ancient era!”

”How many years are there in the cold ancient era?” the leader of the killing cult said dryly.

Everyone pinched their fingers and calculated. Yuan Yu replied: ”after the famine was broken, the sun, moon and stars changed greatly, the Milky way was broken, and the timing and calendar had changed greatly. The time of the famine day is different from that of the heavens. At present, the heavens take the Beidou time as the standard time system. After conversion, there is about 6000 yuan in the ancient times!”

Everyone immediately bowed his head and counted the Rings - ”there are about 6000 rings... This sacred tree will be a year for one yuan!”

”It's 590000, about 600000 yuan! It's 72 billion years...” when everyone heard this number, they couldn't help numbing their legs. They looked at the sparse, twisted branches or twisted black ancient trees around them. Looking at this dead magic land, it seemed that someone was holding a knife behind them.

This was once a sacred land that existed for at least 72 billion years, but now it has become a dead land.

How many incredible holy trees grow here, and how old secrets are buried?

When this sacred tree was still alive, what kind of magic light was shining between its branches and leaves, and what magnificent form and strong vitality was it before it died? What is this sacred land like before it falls into the ruins? Because of what, it fell into Guixu, a Jedi that did not return, and was finally wiped out all creation, leaving only a dead magic land.

What a great horror is buried here.

Woo woo!

At this time, fan WuJie turned back rigidly. He seemed to hear the cry across time and space. The voice was not male or female, like Buddhist Zen singing, as if he could cry blood and chant scriptures. The vague scriptures and crying came from the depths of time. Only fan WuJie could hear it. Fan WuJie quietly pulled the Cape of Yuanyu.

He leaned over and whispered, ”did you hear the cry from the depths of time? It's next to the tree!”

Yuan Yu's hair stood up in fear. He shouted in a low voice, ”don't scare people! This kind of place will kill people!”

”I'm not scary... I just heard this voice!” van WuJie swallowed nervously.

The vague chanting sound and weeping sound in his ear became more and more obvious, just as someone was crying. The Sanskrit chanting was vague. Coupled with the crying nasal sound, it was difficult for Sanskrit to distinguish what the voice was chanting. He felt that something was coming to him in the depths of time.

Yuan Yu saw that Brahma WuJie was in a wrong situation and hurried to pull him, but there was a layer of cosmic light between them at this time.

Vatican WuJie saw the dead sacred tree stand up in front of him and plunge its roots into the magic earth again, as if time and space were going back, and the divinity slowly revived in front of him. The black cracked old tree skin fell off like scales, revealing the white holy trunk, and the oval leaves glittered with divine light, like green emerald.

The ancient tree is as vigorous as a dragon. Brahma wukai looks up and looks at it. The broken ancient tree has grown a incomplete part, but that part is only a virtual shadow. In fact, all divine lights are only a virtual shadow projected from the depths of time, as if the time in the past reappears.

In the golden vein shadow, the lush branches of ancient trees completely suppress the sky above Brahma WuJie, blocking out the sky and the sun.

The divine light flows, and the white divine tree is shining!

However, under the divine light, the dead dead wood took root in the virtual shadow, as if the past and the present overlapped together, a brilliant, holy and bright tree, a dead and twisted tree, and dead and silent as a devil. At this moment, this extraordinary sacred tree showed a strange posture of half withered and half glorious in the eyes of van WuJie, and a shock and numbness flowed in Van WuJie's mind like an electric current.

”This is the bodhi tree!”

”I know!” Brahma WuJie instantly heard the voice of Zen singing Brahma in his ear. He understood that someone was crying blood in Zen singing the Vajra Sutra.

Vatican WuJie saw the bodhi tree slowly turning back to God, and the white body as vigorous as a Qiulong slowly twisted. With the twist of the white trunk, the towering Bodhi Tree slowly turned into a young monk in white clothes. He folded his hands and looked back at Vatican WuJie, with golden blood and tears flowing in his eyes!

Van WuJie clenched his fists and almost suffocated!

The monk in white slowly said, ”this is a tree for the lonely garden!”

”Goodness, goodness, xubodhi, as you said, the Tathagata is good at protecting and reading Bodhisattvas and giving orders to Bodhisattvas. You should say it for you now. A good man is good at women, and a good man is good at three despises of three Bodhisattvas. You should stay like this and subdue his heart. Only the Buddha, may you be happy and want to hear it.” the surrounding Sanskrit sound is very clear.

Countless wonderful truths and truths manifest in front of Brahma WuJie, as if the blessed one were speaking in person.

But Brahma WuJie didn't dare to listen, because there was a cry like a devil like prison in the Brahma sound, which was the manifestation of the avenue of destruction, and the monk humanity transformed by the bodhi tree: ”it's also great in heaven!”

Vatican WuJie finally couldn't help it. He felt countless truths and countless messy ideas drilled into his mind. He understood a lot in a moment. The monk in white was like a book with no cover up. He opened the page and saw its thoughts, thoughts and everything. However, Vatican WuJie was scared and ran away.

Tear the time and return to its place.