Chapter 567 (2/2)

The strange thing is that no matter the branches and trunks have been withered for hundreds of years, and there is no trace of vitality for a long time. However, at the end of those branches, there are countless tender leaves sprouting out, green and green, just like dense fresh bean sprouts, which almost makes people want to bite.

But in Huang Lu's eyes, this tree is not optimistic. Because the whole birdcage forms a huge array, countless fire-red aura threads are repeatedly wrapped around the tree, constantly drawing green wood aura from it.Wood makes fire. Even in the southern sea of fire, the cage seemed to be very happy with the aura of woody, just like a greedy baby sucking breast milk, constantly sucking every drop of dew from the tree.

If it has been so absorbed, no matter how tenacious the vitality of this tree is, it will be sucked into a real dead tree.

The reason why it did not die completely was that it had countless fibrous roots sticking out of the cage and falling into the lava. On the one hand, they endure the burning and rebirth of lava, and on the other hand, they absorb the gas of soil and water from the lava and continue to grow.

Of course, it is subject to the restrictions of the rosefinch cage, no matter how it grows, it can only continue to be used as a source of nectar for the cage in the sea of fire, and can not extricate itself from this trapped fate.

The white cat had fallen on the branches of the dead tree, hesitating whether to admit that he was a cat climbing the tree or falling down as a tiger.

Lian Ling was about to move down to have a look. Suddenly a shrill bird song came from the air, followed by a terrible heat wave. She looked up and saw the red flames under the dome. She did not know when it had condensed into a huge Firebird several feet in size.

The bird was still a floating fire, but in the air it formed the shape of a bird. I saw a faint blur of the head, a very high temperature, almost become dazzling white flame, gushing out, like a large net, to the three women's head under the cover.

Huang Lu's eyes were filled with the burning flame. Without Lian Ling, she couldn't imagine any way to escape!

But at this time, the flame appeared in the shadow of a slender man. He was facing the fire from the Firebird. He seemed to block the flame with his body to protect the three women who were about to be burned to ashes by the flame flow.

However, his slender figure quickly turned into a long and thin black line under the strong light of the fire, which was about to be completely engulfed and disappeared.

In this moment, he stretched out his right hand, five fingers crooked, like a dragon's claw, like the five fingers projected on the wall in the middle of the night, and instantly became a huge dragon claw. Then he stroked from left to right.

Like a sword, the five fingers cut through the air and made a terrible scream. The Flamingo in the sky instantly became five flames, which floated out and re dispersed under the dome of the cage.

After the fire was over, the man revealed himself as a tall, thin young man in a brown robe embroidered with peculiar wood patterns. He has a white complexion, sharp facial lines, a slightly long and handsome face, eyebrows like a knife, and a pair of dark brown pupils twinkle.

Seeing three visitors from afar, he arched his hand and said with a smile, ”you and I have been friends with each other for a long time. Today, I'm lucky to see the fairy face.”

He was a servant of shuhuangmuye and a good friend of Qin zunyang 500 years ago. After Muye's disappearance and Qin zunyang's rise, the elder still kept in touch with Cuiyu palace through the transmission wall, until the leader of lianling's generation.

It's just that Lian Ling has seen fuzzy images in the sound transmission wall before. It's the first time for a real person to see it. Muye's age is nearly 4000 years old, and this withered Murong should be no less. But she didn't expect that her appearance was much younger than she thought. Moreover, it is not as simple and honest as Muye and Muzhi, but a handsome young man of Yushu Linfeng.

But according to Qin zunyang, kumurong's strength is as high as that of Jindan Shuanghua. Now 500 years later, although the growth of Shuren is much slower than that of human beings, and the promotion of Jindan friar is far more difficult than others. He will never fall into the realm. However, the strength of the present one is the most complete purple mansion, far less than the legendary state of elder Kui.

Lian Ling bowed his hand in return and swept it slightly with his divine sense. He asked, ”Zun Jia is not noumenon, but a blood spirit.”

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