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Under Yan Luoyue's guidance, everyone moved the spiritualized person who had fallen into a coma due to being exposed to the nightmare to one side.

After getting rid of the influence of the nightmare, these people woke up quickly.

These spiritualized people are very normal in everything they say and do.

They still remember their encounters with nightmares before falling asleep. But when asked what they saw in their dreams, they all looked confused.

"It seems to be... land? Endless land?"

"It's emotions, really heartbreaking and intense emotions!"

“There are patterns I don’t recognize, so many patterns.”

The answers given by everyone were varied, and no two were the same, which was like an alien version of the blind men and the elephant scene.

Yan Luoyue listened for a long time but didn't find any useful information. She knew that this matter was like a pony crossing a river, so she had to go and investigate it herself.

In the Free Alliance, Concubine Tang, Concubine Dao and Concubine Xiong felt that someone had already investigated the dream, so the dream was guaranteed to be safe, and Yan Luoyue could go if she wanted.

Cen Mingxiao, on the other hand, took a more cautious attitude and proposed a hypothesis.

"What if the monsters learned about your and Brother Wuxian's arrival and set this bait specifically for you?"

You know, looking at the entire spiritual world, except for Wu Manshuang and Yan Luoyue who have already advanced to the Yuanying level, none of the people in the thirteen cities combined can use their spiritual consciousness.

If Yan Luoyue fell asleep and never woke up, they wouldn't even be able to find a way to wake her up.

Yan Luoyue asked: "What do you mean?"

Cen Mingxiao said resolutely: "Why don't I go first?"

From Cen Mingxiao's point of view, this was the time when Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang were about to return to the world of cultivation.

After the two of them return, they can pass the news of the alliance in the spirit world to the world of cultivation.

Therefore, Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang must not make any mistakes.

Their safety is more important than one Cen Mingxiao or a hundred Cen Mingxiaos.

Yan Luoyue laughed dumbly: "Thank you, Brother Cen, but I know what I am doing, so it won't be that serious."

Cen Mingxiao turned his gaze towards Wu Manshuang: "Brother Wu Xian, what do you mean?"

Wu Manshuang neither agreed nor disagreed with Yan Luoyue's opinion. He just said calmly, "I will go with her."

“…”

Cen Mingxiao glared at the two of them for a long while, and finally let out a long sigh as if he was disappointed.

"Okay, but if you notice something wrong, you must come back in time."

Yan Luoyue leaned her consciousness towards the sleeping nightmare. At the same time, she could hear Cen Mingxiao deliberately talking loudly to the people around him.

He said, "Princess Tang, if you see me doing something stupid in the future, you must remind me - we can't run the Freedom Alliance as a husband-and-wife shop, because that would make it easy for one person to have the final say."

Confused Princess Tang: "Ah? Oh, okay."

Yan Luoyue, who was slightly hinted at, said: "..."

Wu Manshuang, who was also hinted at, said: "..."

…

When his consciousness touched Meng Yan's body, Yan Luoyue was instantly enveloped by a feeling of weightlessness.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw only endless darkness.

Originally, Wu Manshuang held Yan Luoyue's hand tightly.

However, I don't know since when, this dream cleverly separated the two people's traces.

At first, Yan Luoyue thought that the endless darkness was a sign of a change of scene.

After a while, Yan Luoyue felt the darkness, the heat, and the desire to grow vigorously. She suddenly realized that she was a seed in the soil.

…It seems that this is the memory of the Falling Moon Tree.

So, at this moment, is Wu Manshuang in the position of Frost Stone, experiencing the feelings of being a stone?

Thinking of this, Yan Luoyue felt relieved.

Regarding this part of memory buried in the soil, Yan Luoyue would like to call it the buried alive perspective.

However, when she was still a seed, the darkness made her feel safe, the sultry heat made her feel comfortable, and the slightly damp water made her feel energetic.

The Moonflower feels very comfortable in the soil, like a fish in water, because plants are born to stay in the soil.

When Yan Luoyue was participating in the Dharma Disciple Exchange in the past, she once lived at Chang Lili's place. At that time, she had a dream of turning into a seed.

In the dream, Yan Luoyue continued to spread his roots until a thin root touched a pitch-black stone.

The memory that now appeared before Yan Luoyue's eyes was not much different from the dream at that time, except for a few more details.

As a natural divine object, the Moonlit Tree absorbs spiritual energy as naturally as plants absorb water and nutrients.

At that time, the earth was filled with a cold and murderous aura.

This spiritual energy destroyed the vitality of all species, making it impossible for a single blade of grass to grow within a thousand miles.

But for the Falling Moon Tree, this spiritual energy felt cool when absorbed, and it was still abundant nutrients for growth, making her feel very comfortable.

Then, the Falling Moon Tree tried hard to extend its roots, and unknowingly explored the direction where the cold spiritual energy was produced.

After a long, long time, an exceptionally thin white root finally touched the source of the spiritual energy - it turned out to be a huge stone with white frost patterns on its surface.

This stone is as cold and gloomy as the aura it generates.

It would take many more years for the Falling Moon Tree to realize that it was the power of "Death of the Ultimate Yin".

But at that time, the Moonlit Tree just felt familiar.

Then, she stretched out her little whiskers with joy, like a little girl happily hugging her teddy bear, and climbed up along the patterns on the stone.

At that time, there was no language or writing in the world.

When the newly sprouted seeds communicate with the cold stones, they convey the most intuitive feelings and consciousness.

The Moon-falling Tree sent out its first consciousness toward the boulder: curiosity.

She was curious about what kind of existence this stone that exuded spiritual energy was.

After a long while, the big stone also released its first consciousness towards the Moonlit Tree: "I like it."

——The big stone liked her white whiskers that quietly entangled the bottom of the stone.

At that time, everything in the world was slow, even the wind that lifted up the fine dust and let it fall naturally was so slow.

This world at the beginning of Hongmeng is just getting started.

Rather than saying that Falling Moonwood has any formed thoughts, it is better to say that she has only grasped a little bit of consciousness.

As a result, the news spread very slowly.

Although the communication between the Moonlit Tree and the Froststone was only a one-way trip, it took a full hundred years.

The second consciousness that the Falling Moon Tree released to the boulder was much more complete than the previous one.

She delivered the message: "The world is so big, I only feel you."

Of course, the signals actually transmitted by the Falling Moon Tree did not have a systematic language, nor were they so concise and refined.

She used her roots to express her thoughts, conveying large amounts of empty feelings, and after a long time, she finally typed out the message completely.

Compared to the Moonlit Wood, the Froststone seems a bit clumsy.

He had no roots to use for comparison, so he could only try very hard to express his feelings: There is also a fire, which is annoying.

In this way, the first themed dialogue finally took place between heaven and earth.

Falling Moonwood: "What is fire? I want to see it!"

Froststone: "It's annoying."

Moonlight Tree: "I want to see you, I want to see you!"

Froststone: "It's annoying."

After several rounds of tug-of-war, the Froststone could no longer overcome the Moonfall Tree's will.

A large amount of spiritual energy emanated from his body, all of which became nourishment for the Falling Moon Tree.

Before this, the Moon-falling Tree had already quietly extended its roots for dozens of miles.

With the help of this spiritual east wind and the accumulation of many years, the Moon Tree, which originally had only a small bud, stood up and grew taller like bamboo shoots after rain.

In the blink of an eye, she broke away from the soil, embraced the spring breeze, and became a seemingly weak but vibrant little tree.

It was also at the same time that the Moon-falling Tree had the feeling of "hearing" for the first time.

The Moon-falling Tree heard a pleasant but short sound, and later she realized that it was the sound of a bird singing.

I saw a beautiful golden flame flapping its wings, and with enthusiasm and joy that ordinary people could hardly resist, it plunged into the sparse crown of the Moonlit Tree.

Yan Luoyue: “!!!”

Yan Luoyue suddenly took a deep breath.

At this moment, she finally understood why Fanfen, Momo and Honghong liked Jiang Tingbai's straw weaving so much.

Because Senior Brother Jiang's sparse straw weaving craft, with holes as big as a sieve, looks very much like the branches of the Falling Moon Tree - and this is exactly the most primitive nest of the Crow's Cry Fire.

Since ancient times, solitary yin cannot produce life, and solitary yang cannot grow.

Frost-filled stone and crow-crying fire, they carry the extreme yin of death and the extreme yang of life that are difficult for living things to bear.

Of these two beings, one turns fertile soil into a deadly field, and the other turns the sky into a pool of burning blood.

So, before this day, there were no living creatures on the earth, until the figure of Mu Qingcun of Falling Moon broke out of the ground.

——As a natural divine object, the Moonlight Wood can regulate yin and yang.

Therefore, most of the spiritual energy of the Crow's Cry Fire and the Frost-filled Stone was directly transmitted to the growth of the Falling Moon Tree.

The Moonlit Tree is like a filter, gently channeling the harmonious yin and yang energy into the earth, creating a hotbed for the birth of life.

The sound of the Wuti Firebird's cry is like a bird, and its appearance is also like a bird.

When he spreads his wings made of fire, he can fly freely to any corner of the earth.

The little flame often stays outside, curiously watching this new world.

The stones and trees could not move. So, when the Crow's Crying Fire soared across the sea, the Moon-falling Tree and the Frost-filled Stone stayed together, keeping each other company.

The Moon-falling Tree said, "Your pattern is beautiful."

Froststone had never seen his own appearance before, so he asked curiously, "What?"

Then, the Moon-falling Tree hangs its thin roots on the rocks, creating an appearance like frost flowers on the frost-covered rocks.

"——Just like my roots, beautiful!"

Froststone understood: "You look good."

Luoyuezhimu was confused: "No, it's you. You look good."

Froststone insisted: "You are the most beautiful."

It took them several hundred years to fight and argue.

In such exchanges, the transmission of consciousness gradually becomes more sophisticated, and more complex information can be transmitted.

One day, the Moon Tree said to the Frost Stone, "I have grown a leaf."

Froststone asked, "What are...leaves?"

It was difficult for the Moonlit Tree to answer this question; she just knew how to call it that.

Luoyuezhimu thought for a moment and said, "Wait a minute."

She looked at her new leaves with some nostalgia.

When she took action, Luoyuezhimu felt a little distressed, but she shook the branches without any hesitation.

That small fresh green leaf was shaken off the branch by the Falling Moon Tree.

It drew a beautiful arc in the air, riding on the breeze and fine mist, and finally landed on the Frost Stone.

Just like a blind man finally able to see colors, on this day, a green leaf appeared in the life of Froststone.

At that moment, the feeling that the Froststone conveyed to the Moonlit Tree was an indescribable joy.

Yan Luoyue looked left and right, and felt that the green color of the small tender leaf was exactly the same as the green color of Wu Manyhuang's little snake incarnation when it had just hatched from the shell.

Later, grass and trees gradually grew on this land.

Once, a seed was blown by the wind to the vicinity of Froststone.

As soon as it touched the soil, it dried up and died. The once full seed husk turned into an empty husk dry enough to burn in the blink of an eye.

At that time, Crow's Cry Fire was standing on the top of the Falling Moon Tree.

The little flame cried out angrily, "Big Stone, you killed it!"

Froststone: "I didn't..."

Crow's Cry Flame flapped its wings fiercely: "No, I will die if I get touched by your power!"

Froststone insisted: "It's not me..."

Fire and Stone argued across species for a long time, and even the Moon-falling Tree came out to mediate.

"Stop arguing!"

The Crow's Crying Fire snorted, flapped its wings, and flew away.

After watching the golden bird fly into the boundless sky for a long time, Froststone finally gave up its resistance.

He said to the Moonlit Tree in a somewhat depressed tone: "I know, it's me..."

——The seed brought by the wind indeed died because of him.

Being sandwiched between two friends, that was the first time that Luoyuezhimu felt helpless.

She didn't know how to comfort the beautiful rock, so she shook off leaves from her body one by one and covered the surface of the rock with these emerald green leaves that looked like emerald crystals.

These leaves are like a furry blanket, covering the Froststone layer by layer.

The Moonlit Tree likes this.

She covered the stone with leaves, as if making a mark on the stone that belonged only to her.

The black and white stones were given a new look.

As a result, the emotions conveyed by the Froststone were once again filled with joy and happiness.

To Froststone, the fire of Crow's Cry is hot.

It is hot, noisy and annoying. Seeing it once every three thousand years is enough, or even a little too much.

But the Moonlit Tree is different, it is just the right amount of warmth.

The alliance between stone and wood, where one stone and one tree depend on each other, is something Froststone wishes would last forever.

Froststone said slowly and solemnly, "I love it."

After a long time, Wu Ti Fire finally flew back. At this time, they all forgot the quarrel they had before.

Every stone and every tree listened attentively as the Crow's Crying Fire told them stories about the outside world.

In the mouth of the Crow's Crying Fire, all the soil visited by the leaves of the Fallen Moon Tree bloomed with clusters of brilliant flowers the following year.

Every stone and every tree was puzzled: "What is a flower?"

When it comes to this topic, Crow's Cry Fire is simply extremely arrogant.

He said, "It is 10,000 times prettier than a big rock and as pretty as a sapling. The only thing that is one thousandth as pretty as me is a flower."

Froststone didn't respond. After poking for a long time, he replied, "Oh."

The Crow's Crying Fire flapped its wings fiercely: "Why aren't you excited?

Froststone said slowly: "You are already like this, and there is only one thousandth of you that is good-looking. It is better not to look at it."

Crow's Cry Fire: "???"

The small flame suddenly became furious, and even the crest on the head was burned three feet long.

He was originally the fastest speaker among the three divine objects.

After spraying the Froststone wildly, no one could hear what he was shouting.

Crow's Cry ran away angrily, but before he ran, he did not forget to take away many of the leaves he had collected from Froststone.

——The little flame will bury all the leaves in the soil, so that the earth will bloom more beautiful flowers in the second year.

Froststone: "You took my leaves?!"

Froststone: "Come back!!!"

Unfortunately, the speed at which he protested was not as fast as the speed at which the crow's cry flew away. The stone also had no legs, so it could only watch the small flame fly away.

A large number of his most precious little leaves were plucked away, and Froststone was so angry that he almost died.

Fortunately, the Moon-falling Tree was still with him, and it shook leaves from its crown to give to him.

Froststone recalled what Little Flame had said before and asked in confusion, "What are flowers?"

Froststone did not believe Crow's Cry Fire's description: "Nothing can be as beautiful as you."

It was also in this year that the Moon Tree bloomed its first flower.

The Moon-falling Tree loves this flower so much.

As soon as the flower bloomed from its bud state, it was gently shaken off by the Falling Moon Tree and beautifully placed on the Frost Stone.

——The best things in the world should of course be shared with the friends who have been with you the longest.

This beautiful little flower attracted Froststone's full attention. He carefully kept the flower and said to Moonlight Tree, "Is this the flower? It must be you."

By then, their communication skills had become very sophisticated and they rarely conveyed such vague messages.

Luoyuezhimu was puzzled: "What?"

Froststone answered firmly: "The crow is wrong - there is nothing in the world as beautiful as you, unless it is the flower that blooms from you."

Yan Luoyue looked at the scene in front of her: stones and giant trees leaned against each other, and on the black frost-covered stone, there were three layers of green leaves inside and three layers outside, and at the top there was a flower that had just bloomed.

Then, Yan Luoyue suddenly understood.

——No wonder she chose “Yan” as her last name.

From the shape of the characters, we can tell that the surname "Yan" resembles a stone covered with three or four layers of leaves, with a newly blooming flower carefully retained.

This is not the word of words, nor the word of talk.

——These are the words that belong exclusively to the Moonlit Tree and the Frost-covered Stone in the memory of time.

The Moon-falling Tree grew taller and taller.

The spiritual energy of the Crow's Cry Fire and the Frost-filled Stone was supplied to her, and she harmonized the yin and yang forces into a cycle.

As a result, the world becomes more and more suitable for survival.

One day, the Crow's Cry Fire flew in from afar, and its gorgeous flame tail seemed to be shorter.

Luoyuezhimu was shocked: "Who hit you?"

Froststone was also surprised: "Who hit you? He was so nice."

When Crow's Cry Fire heard this, he instantly became furious.

It spread its wings and leapt onto the Froststone - just as it would have done had they not encountered the Moonwood.

The two extreme forces of life and death collided with each other, one fire and one stone, and they fought with a crackling sound.

After the fight, Crow's Crying Fire jumped onto the branches of the Falling Moon Tree and combed its feathers made of flames.

He proudly announced that he had cut off a piece of his tail and hung it in the world.

The flame formed by its tail will rise in the east and set in the west in that world from now on, making the world full of vitality!

Later, Luoyuezhimu learned that the world was called "Human World".

Fifty years after the Crow's Cry Fire made this announcement, it flew back in disgrace.

This time, the tail of the Crow's Crying Fire was even shorter, and the first thing it did after returning was to peck a few frost flowers from the Frost-filled Stone.

"The sun alone cannot survive, only the moon can survive!"

Under the joint condemnation of the Moonfall Tree and the Frost Stone, the Crow's Cry Fire made a somewhat wolfish excuse:

"There are still two moons missing between the human world and the demon world!"

Before growing its own beautiful flaming tail, Crow's Cry Fire was reluctant to cut off another piece of its tail.

So it stayed in the demon world for a long time.

And because the demon world also has the Crow's Cry Fire and the Frost-filled Stone, there is no need to hang the sun and the moon in the sky.

By that time, the Moon-falling Tree had already acquired a majestic aura that permeated the heavens and the earth.

Her crown pierced the clouds, and the colorful clouds seemed to be just a ribbon tied around the waist of the tree.

Although the roots of the Moonfall Tree are still densely entangled in the boulder, its crown is getting farther and farther away from the Froststone.

Even if she wanted to give Froststone a leaf, the leaf would go from being fresh and beautiful just after leaving the branch to being dry at the edges when it fell on the stone.

Happiness and reluctance, these two strong emotions came from Froststone at the same time.

So one day, Luoyuezhimu made a resolute decision.

She twisted two of her branches so that they turned nearly 180 degrees and grew toward Froststone.

Even the treetops and rocks have created a distance between the sky and the sea, farther than flying birds and swimming fish.

But the Moonlit Tree will still use this method to let the shade, green leaves, flowers, morning dew and her concern for the Froststone return to the Froststone.

Just as Yan Luoyue was staring at the scene in front of her in a trance, a hand suddenly came from the side and took Yan Luoyue's hand so naturally.

Yan Luoyue smiled and turned around, and as expected, she saw Wu Manshuang standing beside her.

“I was just in the memory of the Froststone.” Wu Manshuang said softly, “It was a very, very, very long period of loneliness—”

Until one day, a thin white root attached to the bottom of the stone; green leaves fell from the sky like rain, warmly covering his body.

The light of the Crow's Cry Fire was so bright that even the stones were blinded.

However, the leaves of the Moonlight Tree always emit a gentle and long-lasting glow.

Wu Manshuang smiled and said, "You know, I suddenly remembered why I chose 'Wu' as my last name."

Thinking of the origin of his surname "Yan", Yan Luoyue blinked, as if realizing something.

“Could it be…”

"Um."

Wu Manshuang narrowed her eyes, and her five fingers deftly slipped into Yan Luoyue's fingers, then clasped her fingers tightly.

The word "Wu" seems to be the Moonlight Tree twisting its branches for him, dropping its shade and flowers to him.

That most precious memory was finally condensed into a surname.

For the little snake, who had nothing but inherited memories when he just broke out of his shell, the surname "Wu" was as important as his life.

Yan Luoyue's eyes flickered as she recalled what the little snake said when he first mentioned his last name.

In the little snake's mouth, "witch" is a witch with "two branches".

At that time, Yan Luoyue just thought it was funny.

Now that time has passed, looking back, I realize that this name is such a romantic and realistic phrase.

…

The Froststone, whose frost flowers had been pecked off, and the Crowfire, whose tail feathers had been cut off, both entered a period of weakness.

However, because of the yin and yang, the sun and the moon, the earth becomes full of vitality.

Just like in modern society, new species are discovered every day.

In this thriving world, new lives are being added every day.

A newly born race, a hybrid between races, a new species that has learned to manipulate spiritual energy and gradually changed... There are many such examples.

This world gradually became the one Yan Luoyue was familiar with. Until——

Until one day, an external disaster came to this world and quietly took root.

However, Froststone and Crow's Cry Fire, which were still in their weak stages, were unaware of this.

This is the best era - no matter the human world, the demon world or the devil world, all flowers are blooming, taking the first step in their exploration of the great road.

This is also the worst era - two of the three sacred objects are in the recovery period. And the evil guests from outside have been following the tide of the times and quietly accumulating further strength.

The invasion of alien creatures was difficult to detect at first.

Because the world is just too big.

And they fall into this world like a speck of dust, a piece of flying catkins, or a piece of duckweed, attracting no attention at all.

The invaders behaved as if they were native species to this world; they landed, took root, sprouted, and then slowly expanded like inflated balloons.

Until it thought it had enough power to challenge the local native species, and then it started to eye the vast world of cultivation and sharpen its knife.

One day, a huge blood tumor-like nest began to expand somewhere in the demon world.

An exit appeared in the gelatinous blood-red nest, and countless alien creatures walked out from it.

They covered the land like ants swarming out of an anthill.

At first, the outsiders were not in a hurry to show their butcher knives.

Those outsiders pouring out of the nest all carry a thin tentacle with them.

Whenever they captured a native monster from the demon world, or a demon, they would insert the tentacle into the flesh and blood of the demon.

Soon after the thin line was placed, the native monsters of the demon world seemed to have lost their souls, following the footsteps of these outsiders and walking into the bloody nest.

From then on, the breeze never felt any trace of them again.

From the outside, the blood tumor-like nest looks soft and safe.

It grew up day by day under the careful feeding of the outsiders. Except for the increasingly strong smell of blood, everything seemed calm.

This abnormality continued for a while before it was finally noticed by the local demons nearby.

The alert demons approached the blood tumor nest to investigate.

His fellow tribesmen watched him disappear at the entrance of the nest.

However, in the end, no one could return safely from the nest.

In fact, at the beginning, this bloody nest briefly exuded the same smell.

But when it overdoses on native species, the flavor is masked.

It was as if someone had used excessive amounts of spices and fragrant woods to suppress the strong stench in the bones.

However, when the nest expanded to be as wide and tall as a mountain range, the dangerous aura from another world and not of our kind could no longer be concealed in any way.

Thus, it was exposed to the perception of the three divine objects.

The first one to discover the news was the Crow-Timing Fire, who liked to fly around everywhere.

It flew back from afar, hurriedly informed the Moonlit Tree and the Froststone of the news, then flapped its wings and flew towards the nest.

For some reason, looking at the proud back of Crow's Crying Fire, Falling Moon Tree felt vaguely uneasy in his heart.

She suggested, "Wu Ti, why don't you go to the human world and the demon world first to get your tail back?"

Yes, for divine creatures born from heaven, the years are counted in tens of thousands.

Only a few tens of thousands of years had passed, and it was not enough time for the Crow's Cry Fire to grow back its tail and regain its former vitality.

"No need!" said Crow's Cry Fire confidently, "Look, I'll burn that thing in no time!"

He should have this confidence, because the fire of the crow's cry is the most yang life that the world cannot bear.

If it weren't for the combination of the Frost-filled Stone and the Falling Moon Wood, the entire world of cultivation would have been engulfed in flames because of the existence of the Crow's Cry Fire.

But he really shouldn't be so confident.

Because before the outcome of a fight comes out, few people know what kind of opponent they are facing.

The Moon-falling Tree stretched out its branches, but still could not stop the flames.

That day, the gaze of the Falling Moon Tree fell from the clouds.

Then she saw the crow's cry fire and the power of the sun hit the bloody peak.

This huge blood-colored tumor is surprisingly elastic.

The crow's cry fire was like a meteor, hitting the center of it hard.

At that moment, the thing was almost crushed into a concave cake. Combined with its color, it looked like a giant red blood cell.

In an instant, the opaque nest was flattened by the crow's cry fire.

From the arched exit of the nest, a lot of special "fillings" of unknown composition flowed out, which would make people feel disgusted and nauseous at the first glance.

but……

But the bloody tumor was still not completely broken.

Yan Luoyue noticed that when the Crow's Cry Fire hit the nest, it seemed to have absorbed some of the Crow's Cry Fire's light.

At this moment, Yan Luoyue suddenly reacted due to his rich combat experience.

She gasped: "Manshuang, this is——!"

Before he finished speaking, the picture in front of the two people showed the result.

Just as the Crow's Cry Fire launched its second attack, the blood-red nest also attacked at the same time, emitting a beam of light comparable to the sun.

It turns out that this huge, round, mountain-like thing is actually alive!

The light was so dazzling that it turned the sky and the earth into a vast expanse of white.

A huge heat wave spread out from the battlefield, instantly evaporating the nearest lake.

The Moon-falling Tree originally swayed freely in the wind, but at this moment, its whole body suddenly tensed up, and its branches no longer sang happily, as if it had turned into a dead tree.

…She felt a familiar, devastated breath in the wind.

After a while, the light that blocked out everything slowly dissipated, revealing the result of this fight.

The nest and the Crow's Cry Fire were both damaged and shattered at the same time.

The Crow's Cry Fire was struck and shattered into several pieces of fire.

The huge, round, bloody tumor exploded into pieces of turbid gel, scattered lifelessly on the ground.

Its torn shape made Yan Luoyue feel extremely familiar - yes, this is a rolling demon.

If we say that the round demons that we have seen in the seal of the demon realm should be called giant round demons.

Then this monster that is as huge as a mountain and is fed by countless invading foreign enemies can probably only be called the "Super Super Giant Rolling Demon".

The rolling demon was torn into pieces, and many of the invaders inside were killed or injured.

But the real culprit only revealed his true face at this time.

The moment they felt each other's breath, Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang looked at each other quickly.

Yan Luoyue murmured, "That's it."

Wu Manshuang didn't say anything, but nodded deeply.

The thing that had once cast a distant glance at them from across a world in the Silver Light Underground Arena was the ghost that appeared at this moment.

It used some unknown means to control the rolling demon and turned it into a living fortress.

Therefore, the shell of the rolling demon became the best protective armor for the mastermind behind the scenes.

The mastermind behind the scenes manipulates the invading alien species and feeds them to the rolling demon.

A very special symbiotic relationship has been formed between them.

Now, the Crow's Cry Fire was seriously injured and dissipated, and the Round Demon died on the spot.

The mastermind behind the scenes was finally exposed to the daylight. It raised its hands, and the first action it made was to shoot many thin threads at the Falling Moon Wood.

At this moment, the Falling Moon Tree felt that it was laughing madly and triumphantly.

The breath of the thread was between life and death; it seemed to be a living thing, yet it seemed to be nothing.

Many years ago, in Yue Lao Temple, Wu Man Shuang's poisonous blood was unable to control the silver shell of the left-handed spiral demon.

And in this scene, the result is the same.

The scattered threads shot towards the Moonlit Tree, winding up the trunk of the giant tree and tightly entwining its branches and roots.

Even the deadly power of the Froststone could not turn it to ashes.

Seeing this, Yan Luoyue let out a long sigh: "This is... a puppeteer, right?"

Of the two, Wu Manshuang is more familiar with puppeteers.

His inherited memories contain information about puppeteers, and he has also seen puppeteers in real life.

After carefully examining it, Wu Manshuang said, "According to the Jinhua Tree, it should be a life form that developed on the basis of the puppeteer and is higher in level than the puppeteer."

Yan Luoyue closed her eyes.

——Roller Demon, Puppet Master. I don’t know if there will be anything else after that.

Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang named this special puppeteer "Puppet Net".

The moment these silver threads entangled the Falling Moon Tree, the scene presented to Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang suddenly became very chaotic.

It seemed as if the Moon-falling Tree was strongly affected by the other party.

An endless stream of information passed by the two of them.

A large number of characters are piled up densely together, which will make people dizzy at a glance.

Combining this with his previous guesses, Yan Luoyue suddenly understood.

She murmured, "I am now convinced that this is the strange connection between the Internet and the Puppet Network."

The two of them were simply carried away by the current of spam.

These countless, meaningless, but huge pieces of information reminded Yan Luoyue of something called "call you to death" in modern society.

In short, this wave of attacks is an information bombardment.

Imagine this scene: Suppose one day we project images, texts, and videos into the retina of a modern person at a rate of 20 frames per second, forcing him to accept a vast amount of information that far exceeds the capacity of the human brain.

It may only take a few hours for the person to have a nervous breakdown.

The spirit of the Falling Moon Tree is certainly much stronger than the modern people in the story.

But the torrent of information transmitted to her by the Puppet Network is thousands of times more than 20 frames per second.

Most importantly,

Yan Luoyueya hissed as if in pain and muttered, "Fuck that network cable! This damn thing, how can it not respect the elderly and love the young at all?"

You know, for a divine creature like the Moonlit Tree, which has a spring of 100,000 years and an autumn of 100,000 years, its growth time is very long and its growth speed is also very slow.

For example, some insects can only live for one month in their lifetime.

During this month, it takes seven or eight days to grow, more than twenty days to forage, fertilize, and lay eggs, and then dies.

But if it were a human baby, it would probably know how to cry when it is just one month old.

In other words, even though tens of thousands of years have passed, the Crow's Cry Fire, the Falling Moon Wood, and the Frost-filled Stone are actually still very small.

From a broader perspective, this world's journey has just begun.

In the myriad worlds, the world of cultivation is like a newborn baby, which is far from reaching its most prosperous adolescence, youth and prime age.

In addition to a large amount of redundant and meaningless junk information, the Puppet Network also instilled countless negative emotions into Luoyuezhimu's consciousness.

——Disgust, horror, jealousy, sadness, fear, terror, horror...

Among these, negative emotions surrounding fear appear repeatedly.

At the other end of these emotions, the Moonlit Tree seemed to be able to see a gray cloud that had merged into this silver-white network and was showing her a sly smile.

The overwhelming amount of information and negative emotions overwhelmed the Moonlit Tree like a mountain and an ocean.

In the end, the Moon-falling Tree was defeated by the Puppet Net.

“…”

Pointing at his own brow with his fingers, Yan Luoyue tried his best to stay calm.

Above her head, the gold bar of consciousness was descending rapidly.

Yan Luoyue finally understood why the Nightmare Messenger had only brought back the old stories from the past at this moment.

Because before, with Yan Luoyue's spiritual strength, he was completely unable to carry this information.

Knowing this too early would cause her to suffer an irresistible defeat, just like the Falling Moon Tree before.

Besides that, Yan Luoyue felt that she had solved the case: "This damn thing shouldn't be called a puppet net, it should be called a puppet love-devouring net. Because it also has a love-devouring demon sewn into it."

When it comes to the power of this love-eating demon, the one Chu Tiankuan encountered cannot be compared to it at all.

Because in the flood of online information, the Love Eater has tasted a lot of negative emotions that it would never experience in real life.

The puppeteer's silver threads, the network's information flow, and the negative emotions fed back by the Devil of Love, these three elements were perfectly integrated into one, forming this monster that invaded the world of cultivation.

Before Yan Luoyue could utter a few words in anger, the scene in front of the two of them suddenly turned dark.

"…It's over? Not really?" Yan Luoyue muttered to herself uncertainly.

This still doesn’t make it clear how “All Worlds Become One” came about?

The next second, the scene before the two people changed suddenly.

Wu Manshuang recognized it: "Wait, this is the perspective of the Manshuang Stone... Where is the Moonlit Tree?"

The corners of Yan Luoyue's mouth twitched slightly, and she murmured, "I feel that during the period of time that happened in the past, Luoyuezhimu...probably temporarily disconnected."