Chapter 44 Three-in-one [including thanks 160,000, 160,000...
Xiao Wu pulled up his hood and pulled it down to cover most of his face. Then he felt it was not enough and pulled it down further, as if to cover his eyes as well.
The fabric of the tent made an ominous hissing sound, and Yan Luoyue kindly reminded him: "It's about to be torn."
“…”
Xiao Wu fell silent.
Although he was still sitting there without moving, he was obviously a little panicked.
It wasn't fear or terror, but just an impulse to cover my face right before the thin layer of truth was revealed.
But his face had already been wrapped with strips of cloth, and Yan Luoyue had never seen his face in shape.
Even if you cover it up, it won't be the same as it is now.
If she could really recognize him through the bandages and the cowl, covering her face with both hands seemed to do nothing but make him look more like an otter.
What's more...
What's more, maybe he is not as selfless as imagined.
Perhaps he had a base and insatiable desire to be recognized.
The sight of the little witch, stiffly standing there, reminded me of a snake that had frozen into a stick in the winter.
Yan Luoyue's heart softened and she almost wanted to say, "Forget it, don't worry, I didn't guess who you are."
Oh, but if she said so, Xiao Wu would probably be so embarrassed that even the bandages would wilt.
At this critical moment when the atmosphere was about to explode, Wu Chunhui opened the curtain at the entrance of the cave and carefully supported a woman out.
The woman was wearing a beautiful white dress, with a soft and lovely face, but she looked a bit sick. I couldn't help but sigh, what a sick beauty.
No wonder Wu Chunhui was so cautious with her. This woman's temperament was extremely unique, and people couldn't help but feel pity for her when they saw her.
The woman's belly was bulging, indicating that she had been pregnant for seven or eight months and would probably be giving birth soon.
When Wu Chunhui and the woman smiled at each other, they looked like a perfect couple. Anyone who saw them would have praised their deep love for each other.
But I don't know whether Yan Luoyue was suspicious or the other party was just careless.
In a fleeting moment, Yan Luoyue clearly saw that under the woman's belly, something like an octopus tentacle was surging and rolling.
The monks laughed and greeted the woman.
"My sister-in-law is here."
"How are you today, sister-in-law?"
"Sister-in-law is about to give birth, so she should stay out of the house. If there's anything, just let us handle it."
The woman lowered her head, hiding the tired and sick look on her face, smiled gently, and answered everyone's greetings one by one.
"Yeah, it's out."
"It's a good day today, and I feel comfortable."
"It's okay. I just came out to get some fresh air. I'm sorry to bother you all."
She talked to everyone as she walked, and soon came to a large stove made of stones.
Without waiting for the woman to bend down, Wu Chunhui opened the stone pot for her.
Immediately, hot steam rushed towards me. The pot was filled with red and white food, as if a brain had been chopped up and put into the pot.
Yan Luoyue: “…”
These people are actually cooking love fruit to eat.
The woman stretched out her spoon and stirred it twice, then nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's cooked."
After that, without her having to move, Wu Chunhui diligently scooped up the soup from the pot, along with the cooked love fruit flesh, and poured it into bowls one by one, inviting everyone to take their own.
This is because Yan Luoyue San had just arrived and was enjoying new benefits.
Their soup bowls were brought to them by Wu Chunhui himself.
"Several of my fellow Taoists are also Qi-refining practitioners, and we haven't practiced fasting. You've been walking for a long time, so you must be hungry. Come, eat."
Seeing Yan Luoyue looking at the soup bowl with an indescribable expression, Wu Chunhui smiled knowingly.
"It doesn't look good, does it? But it tastes good. I thought you knew that the tubers of this plant are edible."
Wu Chunhui advised earnestly: "This stem already has a rich flavor, and my husband's cooking is the icing on the cake. It would be a pity if such a delicious delicacy were to get cold."
Even though he blew until the ceiling collapsed, Yan Luoyue's brows sank slightly, and he didn't move at all.
Yes, love fruit is the specialty of this nest.
Wu Chunhui and others had eaten all the dry food in their storage bags, so they naturally had to search for some edible things locally.
This process is reasonable and logical.
The only problem is...
Is the bowl in front of them really love fruit soup?
The reason why the three of them refused to eat was not only because of the horrible appearance of the mosaic bowl, but also because they had doubts in their hearts.
Wu Chunhui's eyes flashed when he saw this.
The scholar smiled sincerely, chatting and laughing with them while drinking his bowl of soup naturally.
As he was drinking the soup, Yan Luoyue couldn't help but start dubbing for him:
"...Drinking this soup is such a beautiful thing."
"Hahaha, Miss Xiaoyan is right. In such late autumn weather, isn't it wonderful to drink hot soup?"
After drinking a bowl of soup, Wu Chunhui's face even began to emit some heat, and his originally fair face became more rosy.
He picked up his bowl and turned around and said, "Excuse me, my wife is calling me. Sorry, I have to leave for a while."
In conclusion, Wu Chunhui walked away openly, with no intention of monitoring or forcing Sanhetang.
On the contrary, the monks at other tables would glance at them from time to time while drinking soup.
Occasionally, the wind would carry some words, mostly saying things like "whether to bet or not", "they dare to drink", "it's the same for me", "the sales are definitely not good" and so on.
These whispers and secret looks formed a silent circle around San.
Surrounded like a shadow, like a thorn in the side.
The three of them sat around the octagonal table, each with a bowl of hot soup in front of them.
Yan Luoyue leaned back slightly, while Shen Jingxuan closed his eyes and recited the scriptures silently.
Both attitudes can be described as very sincere.
Suddenly, Xiao Wu picked up the bowl of soup in front of him and quickly drank it all in one gulp.
He drank the soup as fast as he ate the food, more like swallowing than chewing.
After drinking up the soup, Xiao Wu appeared like a flash and exchanged soup bowls with Yan Luoyue in the blink of an eye.
As soon as the empty bowl of soup was placed in front of Yan Luoyue, Yan Luoyue immediately felt that all the attention on her disappeared in an instant.
Without waiting for Yan Luoyue to speak, Xiao Wu lowered his head and drank a few sips of hot soup without even blinking.
It was not until Yan Luoyue hurriedly called a halt that he exchanged his bowl of soup, which was a little shorter than his own, with Shen Jingxuan's untouched bowl of soup.
At this moment, the attention on Shen Jingxuan also faded by one third.
I can't help but sigh that the other party is quite easy to fool.
There is just a small episode that deserves attention.
Shen Jingxuan lowered his head, cleaned his own soup bowl which had a little less content, and then cleaned the bottom of Yan Luoyue's bowl which had been emptied.
It is said that Buddha treats everyone equally.
But how do the poor feel that you are seeking special treatment?
Xiao Wu said nothing and drank a bowl and a half of soup on the spot, which made Yan Luoyue a little worried.
Yan Luoyue asked in a low voice: "Is this soup okay?"
She was still thinking about dealing with it slowly, but how could Xiao Wu be so reckless and drink it right away?
Xiao Wu shook his head: "It's okay, it's poisonous."
Yan Luoyue: “???”
Ah, what did you say?
...Is there something wrong with your grammar pattern?
Xiao Wu smiled unabashedly and continued the first half of his sentence, like a slow echo.
He said calmly: "--Since it is poisonous, I feel relieved."
The poison in this bowl of soup was enough for him to find out the other party's true colors.
Compared with the poison he possesses, a few small swaying flowers are not worth mentioning.
The next moment, Xiao Wu slowly untied the strip of cloth wrapped around the upper right corner.
He really wrapped himself up tightly, untying bandages of various colors one by one, holding a large handful of them inside.
And inside these wrapped strips of cloth, he even wore a leather sheath.
Zuo Zheng was holding a handful of cloth straps that were arranged in order. Xiao Wu lowered his head, bit the fingertips of the leather case, and took the right one out.
He stood up and walked straight forward.
Without waiting for Wu Chunhui to make any reaction, the pale hand grabbed Wu Chunhui's wrist without any explanation.
Xiao Wu greeted him politely and calmly: "Fellow Taoist."
“…Wha, what?!”
From the point where they were in contact, large, ominous and dirty black marks were spreading along Wu Chunhui's blood vessels all the way up.
This fatal grip was so crisp and clean that it exceeded everyone's expectations.
Even Ben, the person who was poisoned, took a moment to react, and a long roar of severe pain escaped from his throat.
“—Aaaaaaaah!”
The illusion of covering up disappeared like the tide.
The scholar's voice changed from its previous gentle and polite tone to a rough tone like sandpaper.
Correspondingly, half of Wu Chunhui's handsome face began to gradually show rough texture like wood.
The wooden hairpin on his head, the wooden bracelet on his wrist, the wooden Buddha around his neck, and even the wooden clogs on his feet, all transformed into dense tree roots that pierced beneath his skin.
In a split second, so fast that he didn't even have time to breathe or blink, Wu Chunhui's entire body turned into half wood and half flesh.
Shen Jingxuan took a deep breath and immediately recognized Wu Chunhui's current condition.
The little nun's voice was so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.
"Demon." She said word by word.
During the war against demons, those monks who were lured, controlled and bribed by demons once pointed their murderous swords at their compatriots.
From now on, this kind of existence will be called demon minions.
Wu Chunhui's current condition was obviously caused by being possessed by this tree demon.
Behind Wu Chunhui, still standing was his "wife".
Of course, if he insisted on taking a big tree covered with white flowers as his wife, Yan Luoyue could only sigh at his strangeness in choosing a mate.
In addition, Yan Luoyue finally knew what those tentacles-like things moving in "Mr. Wu's" stomach were.
It is a huge tumor at the root of a big tree, composed of countless densely packed branches and roots.
For most of it, only the charred cross-section remained, while a small part was tied under Wu Chunhui's flesh.
Looking at the dark, burning face on the illusory tree tumor, Xiao Wudu said, "You are injured."
In addition to the dry and charred cross-sections of the branches, this ancient tree also bears large traces of old battles.
Although a long time has passed, the peeled bark has not yet recovered, and the dark green sap is like endless blood, oozing out from under the tree scars.
No wonder this illusion tree didn't write its illusion as it was.
No wonder this magic tree would lure a Wu Chunhui to be its evil accomplice.
Under the premise of being seriously injured, the Fantasy Tree can only plan carefully and try to catch food at a lower price.
The happy community that just appeared disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Except for Wu Chunhui, the rest are illusions.
Just like the other monks who were originally sitting here and drinking soup together.
They disappeared like smoke, leaving no trace in this world.
The branches cut through the air, making the sound of the wind whistling like a mocking sneer.
Yan Luoyue and the others turned around and looked, only to see that the surroundings were deserted and all the pots and stoves had disappeared.
There were only countless thick and gnarled tree trunks, vaguely forming a circle shaped like tables and chairs, surrounding them.
As for soup bowls, there are indeed some.
However, what was contained in the bowl was not the hot love fruit soup, but a handful of randomly torn flowers and green leaves.
This is what Wu Chunhui wanted them to eat, both openly and secretly.
These are the flowers and leaves of the magic tree.
Yan Luoyue guessed that if Xiao Wu had not had amazing resistance, once they took this local specialty, the best outcome would probably be to become like Wu Chunhui.
Because under the surface of the turned-up soil, you can still see the skeletons of several people who were entangled by tree branches and died.
Perhaps, they were all senior monks who had entered this place by mistake.
On the third side, Wu Chunhui reluctantly cut off one of his arms.
Although his skin was very much like wood, when it was cut, bright blood still flowed out, and a hideous expression of pain appeared on his face.
Wu Chunhui looked at the three men angrily, as if he had an irreconcilable feud with them.
"You guys..." Wu Chunhui's voice was hoarse and slow, with a hint of woody characteristics, "How did you find out?"
"We had our suspicions from the moment we arrived at the settlement—no, from the moment we met you."
Wu Chunhui was stunned and asked woodenly, "What do you mean?"
Yan Luoyue sneered and said, "What I mean is that the swaying flower forest placed in the opposite direction is very suspicious."
According to Xiao Wu's popular science, this swaying flower forest has been growing for less than thirty years.
That being the case, above them all, there is a huge swaying tree that is even older.
This tree may be in the dense forest, and over time, it has grown into a forest.
Or maybe branches from the swaying flower forest were transplanted to create a forest somewhere else.
At this point, Yan Luoyue raised a finger: "If this forest was really created, what was his purpose?"
Ordinary monks are not as clear about the characteristics of the illusory tree as they are.
They just felt that this forest was weird.
Unless they are the type of people who are quick thinkers and have the ability to act, they are usually intimidated by the Pianhua Forest and take the initiative to explore other places.
And this fell into Wu Chunhui's trap.
"You have been waiting nearby, ready to 'receive' visitors and bring them to the settlement at any time."
Speaking of settlements, Yan Luoyue wanted to shake her head again.
At the beginning, she was equally wary of Wu Chunhui and Xiao Wu.
But since arriving at the settlement, the suspicion level of one of them has continued to increase dramatically.
The other quickly entered the safety line and became a trusted teammate.
Wu Chunhui should really reflect on himself about this.
Wu Chunhui was numb and dazed for a moment, and suddenly remembered where he had exposed his flaws.
"I shouldn't, I shouldn't say that I've only been here for four months, right?"
"It doesn't matter."
Shen Jingxuan had a straight temper and didn't want to answer the devil's questions at all, so he retorted impatiently on the spot.
I came here four months ago and got pregnant here, but my wife's belly is as big as a drum and she is about to go into labor.
Under such circumstances, Wu Chunhui would either change his words immediately and reveal that his beloved wife was a dog demon or a panda demon who only needed to be pregnant for four months.
Otherwise, he would have to admit that he had the best honeymoon of his life in a very green state.
But this was not the reason that caused Yan Luoyue to become suspicious.
Mainly this settlement - why does it look so much like the tea stall in Yuemingji?
As Xiao Wu said before, one of the special features of the ancient swaying tree is that it can cause multiple people to fall into the same illusion at the same time.
Wu Chunhui has collaborated with Huanhuanshu many times, so he is very familiar with French economics.
The Illusion Tree skillfully dug out scenes from the three memories that made them feel familiar and relaxed, and weaved them into an illusion.
But this instead attracted Yan Luoyue's attention.
This then triggered a new round of thinking for Yan Luoyue:
It is understandable that she and Jingxuan felt familiar with Yuemingji.
But is Xiao Wu also going to Yuemingji?
If Xiao Wu was a monster, he would not be able to appear in Yuemingji openly.
Otherwise, it would become fresh material on the spot and be sold at the price of twenty spirit beads per pound.
But if he is a demon...
At this moment, a delicate little girl who served as the background of the gathering place suddenly appeared in front of Yan Luoyue.
Now, let us recall how Xiao Wu described the Phantom Tree.
——"The swaying tree, which has grown for thousands of years, can weave out the longings and yearnings deep in our hearts that we ourselves are not even aware of."
This time there is a little girl.
She looks very similar to Yan Luoyue when she was young.
Her face shone like the moon casting its soft rays.
Because, in the heart that constructs this illusion, the little girl is shining so brightly.
And her whole body was almost buried in the soft and velvety white fur...
Putting these elements together, she immediately figured out who Xiao Wu was!
Yan Luoyue turned to Xiao Wu and asked him with some disbelief:
"Does the impression I leave on you seem to be that of a collection of snowballs?"
Xiao Wu buried his head tightly, pursed his lips, and could not utter a word.
The cloth wrapped around his ears was lighter in color, and under the white cloth, the tips of his two ears, which were red with shame, could be vaguely seen.
She... she's not a snowball.
A little girl who is treasured deep in his memory and shines with light. She embodies all his yearnings for clarity, light, warmth and happiness.
Wu Chunhui's beads rotated very slowly.
He muttered to himself, "Damn it, damn it, we are showing off because we are proficient..."
"Even if you learn from your mistakes and arrange a nearly perfect opening, it's useless." Yan Luoyue shook her head and made a pause gesture to him.
"There are no monsters in this space, only many demonic plants - don't you think it's strange?"
Wu Chunhui: "I, I..."
“I thought it was weird at first.”
Not wanting him to continue speaking slowly and with difficulty, Yan Luoyue interrupted him directly.
"Since Xiao Wu suggested that there might be a thousand-year-old fantasy tree here, I have made some guesses - these living creatures with flesh and blood may have been eaten by the fantasy tree."
"As for the exit of this nest, it is certainly not hidden in the swaying woods as described in the illusion. If I am not mistaken, it should be behind this old tree. Am I right?"
Things like “predecessors have gone out before” and “the exit is in a forest” are all lies.
Their purpose is not to keep the travelers in this seemingly peaceful settlement.
As long as you leave half a cup of tea, Wu Chunhui will bring out a bowl of "soup".
If you leave one more stick of incense and sway the branches of the magic tree, you will be able to entangle the traveler's feet without knowing it.
Even if the travelers noticed something was wrong and ran away quickly, Lao Shu would not be in a hurry.
Because the exit is here, the prey will always come back.
This nest is no longer the habitat of monsters, but has become the hunting ground of this swaying ancient tree.
"——Don't talk to them anymore."
Behind Wu Chunhui, an old tree that looked like a "woman in white" suddenly spoke.
Wu Chunhui's voice sounds like it has been severely polished by sandpaper, which reminds me of the rough bark of an old tree, which is very uncomfortable.
However, the voice of the "woman" can actually go to a higher level.
It was like a rumbling thunder exploding inside, or like a hundred phlegm that had been accumulated and not vomited out, so that it hardened into a lump inside.
However, when Wu Chunhui heard Lao Shu's voice, he immediately revealed an extremely infatuated look.
The old tree said slowly: "Kill them."
"If you can't kill them, chase them away. They will always come back."
For an ancient tree that has lived for a thousand years, even if it has been wandering outside for three to five years, it seems like just a blink of an eye.
As long as they want to go out, they always come back.
After all, in the lair of the demon world, spiritual energy is scarce, and there are no various elixirs to eat.
Any cultivator who mistakenly enters this place will not make any progress in his cultivation.
If they do not want to become wild in the end and still want to retain the last bit of dignity, they have no choice but to return on their own initiative, surrender to being killed, and drink poison to quench their thirst.
This idea cannot be said to be incorrect.
Especially considering that the person answering the question is a tree with a wooden head, it is not easy to be strict with it.
But there are two small problems involved here.
The first one is...
Yan Luoyue: It’s not a coincidence. I’m the type who gets stronger as I get older.
The second one is...
Xiao Wu: Besides, I am becoming more and more poisonous as I grow older...
Fortunately, both of them hope to leave as soon as possible and have no intention of competing with the ancient tree to see who can live longer.
Otherwise, even an ancient tree that has lived for thousands of years will most likely utter an inexplicable cry before dying:
——What on earth are you two?
Following Master Wu Chunhui's instructions, he flew towards the direction of number three.
At the same time, three responded simultaneously.
Shen Jingxuan took the lead and stood in front of the two little ones.
Yan Luoyue's feet moved as fast as lightning, and with a speed that was totally out of character for the turtle clan, he slipped behind Shen Jingxuan.
As for Xiao Wu, he resolutely took a step forward, and his position vaguely formed a horn with Shen Jingxuan, together blocking Yan Luoyue behind them.
Recalling the previous two experiences, Shen Jingxuan reminded Yan Luoyue.
"Luoyue, give me Yingluo."
Yan Luoyue covered her face silently: "This one can't be used now, Jingxuan, you use this one first."
As she spoke, Yan Luoyue took out a wooden hairpin from her storage bag and handed Xiao Ming's water tank over.
You know, the function of the necklace collar, which means "Ma and I share the assets of 100 billion equally", is to reduce the blood of both parties in equal proportion.
As for Luoyue’s current health value, it is 10,000 points.
She could no longer cut her finger and her blood volume would drop by 30 percent as quickly as before.
If Yan Luoyue wants to reduce his health by 30% now, he will probably have to swallow a knife with his mouth, step on a sword with his feet, and then use a set of stone-breaking moves on his chest.
Yan Luoyue knew clearly that her current health value was in a mediocre state, neither particularly abundant nor precarious.
This made it impossible for her to become an offensive weapon or a turtle-shaped shield in a short period of time.
Ancient trees like this are definitely boss level.
Currently, Yan Luoyue's best position in the team is to protect herself well, obey orders and not cause trouble.
Before the hairpin was handed over, it was taken away by a person wrapped in a bandage.
When it came to the hairpin that was ordinary but deeply engraved in his memory, Xiao Wu's actions were faster than his brain, as if he was possessed by a spirit.
In just one thousandth of a breath, Xiao Ming's water tank was taken away by him.
“…Huh?”
It was not until Xiao Wu held the wooden hairpin, which still retained a trace of body temperature, in his palm that he realized what a stupid thing he had done.
Instinctively thinking quickly, even he himself did not expect it.
Xiao Wu bit his tongue in regret for the second time, and his originally clear and sharp voice even began to stutter.
"I... I'm not..."
Under the bandage, blood welled up at the tips of his ears again.
Yan Luoyue just let out a surprised sound, and soon smiled at Xiao Wu.
"You can use it if you want. Use it on a tree. Just first..."
"I know." Xiao Wu nodded, pulled his hood and turned around.
Even though there was a layer of white gauze between them, he was too embarrassed to look into her eyes at this moment.
Xiao Wu emphasized: "As soon as I got it, I knew how to use it."
...That's right.
Yan Luoyue recalled belatedly: "Xiao Ming's Reservoir" [When in combat, total HP will be reduced by 10 within five minutes] was developed because of the chance encounter with the little snake.
Not to mention the original little snake...
The emerald green and moist scales, the cool and silky feeling, seemed to reappear in Yan Luoyue's heart.
Subconsciously, Yan Luoyue circled his empty wrist.
The walk was only for a moment, for the battle soon began.
Perhaps because he was jealous of Xiao Wu and looked down on Yan Luoyue, Wu Chunhui finally chose Shen Jingxuan as his opponent.
He seemed to really think that Shen Jingxuan was an innocent and pure kind-hearted monk who cut off his flesh to feed the eagle, and he was even seriously debating with Shen Jingxuan.
This strange scene left Yan Luoyue stunned.
Wu Chunhui tried hard to squeeze out a trace of pain on his already numb face.
"Master, why don't you pity me?"
Wu Chunhui said, "You are a Buddhist. I said that Buddhism is most concerned with karma and retribution in this life and the next. You don't know that it was them who harmed me in the last life, and I am their retribution in this life?"
Shen Jingxuan didn't understand a single word that came out of the stuttering mouth.
The little nun raised her fist, her skin gleaming with gold.
The high-speed movement of the fist even created a hint of heat from the friction in the air.
As long as it touches the corner of the enemy's clothes, it can instantly transform into a series of "thump thump thump thump" critical hits!
The fist was only an inch away from hitting his cheek, and Wu Chunhui was so frightened that he stopped stuttering.
He spoke a complete sentence very fluently.
"Little nun, you must be compassionate when you become a nun! If I do evil, I will be punished in the next life!"
Shen Jingxuan raised his fist of great compassion on the spot and uttered a rude word of great compassion.
"Please have mercy on your eight generations of ancestors!"
"You don't have to wait until the next life, you evil minion. Being a poor nun is your retribution in this life!"
Today, Shen Jingxuan's set of Demon-Subduing Vajra Fist was a display of the broad-minded sentiment "I am retribution, and retribution is me"!
At the same time, the branch split into two and attacked Yan Luoyue and Shen Jingxuan at the same time like lightning.
The branch thrown towards Yan Luoyue's buttocks was sharp and thick. If it poked him, it would pierce his chest immediately and leave no one alive.
The branches that were entwined around Shen Jingxuan came from the roots that had not been burnt at the tumor of the Illusion Tree.
Obviously, it had discovered Shen Jingxuan's potential and wanted to control Shen Jingxuan to become the new devil's lackey.
In a flash, Xiao Wuji grabbed Yan Luoyue with his left hand and threw her behind him.
At the same time, he almost rudely tore open his right wrist that was exposed to the air.
With his face covered by a bandage, it was impossible to clearly see Xiao Wu's expression at the moment.
Only his actions can reveal some clues about his current mood.
He seemed to be not sparing any effort in shedding his own blood. After tearing the flesh on his wrist, he let the blood drip in large drops onto the nearby branches and the ground.
The blood stained the branches, and black smoke immediately emerged from the dry wood.
The old tree does not howl like Wu Chunhui.
However, the two branches that attacked Yan Luoyue and Shen Jingxuan respectively began to twitch violently as if they were scalded by hot water.
The old tree's branches kept waving, and several times they almost scratched Xiao Wu's nose with the sharp sound of breaking through the air.
However, the little witch showed no fear at all.
Although he has bare fists, his blood is the most irresistible weapon in the world.
Generally speaking, monks who are good at using poison are mostly old villains who are well versed in the art of war and have the last laugh.
However, Xiao Wu actually did the opposite and turned himself into a blood-selling person!
It was only then that Yan Luoyue realized that although Xiao Wu spoke in a proper manner and was extremely shy if he accidentally did something wrong, his fighting style actually carried a bit of reckless madness.
It is hard to say whether this madness is caused by the scene or it is just the way of nature.
At this critical moment of the fierce battle, Xiao Wu still stood firmly in front of Yan Luoyue.
Xiao Wu's figure was not very tall, and he was just able to block Yan Luoyue under his shadow.
But his feet seemed to be made of bronze and iron, and he had an aura that made the world as silent as before, as if he would rather die than give in.
The next moment, the little witch suddenly pulled off his cloak, exposing his entire body.
He even took two steps forward aggressively, as if he wanted to see if Lao Shu had the courage to pierce him in the chest.
Xiao Wu smiled, his tone dignified and restrained, but it was exactly the opposite of his behavior.
He politely invited, "Please move."
This move is truly adventurous.
Because the old tree really... dares not move.
It occupied the exit of the nest and enjoyed all kinds of meat that were delivered to its door.
It was for this reason that it was forced to fight another powerful monster here.
After a desperate fight, the old tree survived, but it was also at the end of its strength.
Until recently, it was lucky enough to control Wu Chunhui, a demon minion, and later, more and more cultivators came to it, and its ability was restored a little.
However, just now, Xiao Wu used a simple grip to knock Wu Chunhui back to his original form.
Wu Chunhui still believes that by cutting off his arm, he has cut off the channel for the toxin to flow up.
But at the moment...
With a low "pop" sound, the battle between the little witch and the old tree had not yet been decided, but all the aerial roots connected to Wu Chunhui's skin broke spontaneously!
This came unexpectedly and Wu Chunhui was not mentally prepared at all.
The half-wood, half-wood monster fell to the ground, turned its head in the direction of the old tree in disbelief, and said stupidly: "Husband...you...why...I..."
If a mirror was placed in front of him, Wu Chunhui would find that half of his face had been covered with ominous black lines since he did not know when.
The half of his face that had turned into wood was now shedding large flakes of bark.
His decision to amputate his arm could not be considered indecisive.
But it was of no avail.
Because Xiao Wu's poison is not something easy to deal with.
In the instant of grasping, the poison went upstream at an unimaginable speed.
The poison traveled along the "wooden bracelet" made of the air-grown roots on his wrist, all the way back into the branches of the Shaking Tree, poured into the trunk of the Shaking Tree, and then passed through the branches of the Shaking Tree back to Wu Chunhui.
Under Shen Jingxuan's astonished gaze, Wu Chunhui let out a series of difficult "chuckles" from his throat.
He was getting more and more swollen and bigger.
The only thing left on Wu Chunhui's upper left hand was five fingers that were all purple, like five carrots lined up side by side.
Sawdust kept cracking on his body like flowers, and his skin was stretched thinner and thinner, like an inflated sheepskin raft.
Yan Luoyue stared wide-eyed for just a second, and immediately thought of the balloon being inflated to the critical point by a pump.
Without Xiao Wu's reminder, the three of them retreated quickly and unconsciously.
Yan Luoyue ran while rummaging through the storage bag.
She quickly took out a large hiking umbrella and threw it directly to Shen Jingxuan.
As for Yan Luoyue herself, before she could take out the second umbrella, the sky in front of her suddenly turned dark.
It turned out that it was the little witch who took out the fighting tent and covered Yan Luoyue's head with it, as if it was a plaque before the business opened, covering her from head to toe.
Then, the ever-expanding Wu Chunhui finally reached his critical point.
With a muffled "boo——" sound, he burst out like flowers from heaven.
The suspiciously colored tissue fluid sprayed freely on the land covered with tree roots, like a shower.
At the same time, Xiao Wu calmly told Lao Shu: "Your demon minions have exploded."
The explosion of Wu Chunhui created a powerful airflow that lifted up the soil on the ground, revealing hundreds of densely packed white bones and countless roots tightly entangled with them.
Yan Luoyue hurriedly took off the cloak that covered her, and just in time she saw Xiao Wurong squatting down on the spot and inserting the hairpin into one of its root nets.
Although his eyes were covered with a white veil, when Xiao Wu parted with Mu Zhan, his expression of reluctance to leave almost overflowed.
Fortunately, Xiao Wu not only possesses high personal qualities, but also knows that restraint is a good traditional virtue.
Otherwise, he would probably add to Lao Shu sourly: "You're lucky."
The old tree was already in a state of blood loss.
He was poisoned repeatedly by the little witch, and his fighting power gradually decreased.
In comparison, a wooden hairpin stuck in the root system is like a scratch left on a fingernail and is not worth mentioning.
So it was not until the omen of death loomed over the old tree that it discovered the clues at the last moment before its death.
The white flowers withered one by one, the scorched branches fell down with a crackling sound, and the huge gnarled trunk also ended here.
This ancient tree, which had grown and multiplied for at least a thousand years, rose into a phantom like a rosy cloud after its death, and became the last illusion left in this world.
The illusion is a flash of fire.
——A golden flame suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.
Going back millions of years, and exploring millions of years in the future, it is hard to find such pure, burning gold in the world.
This flame covered the sky and the earth, as if it was going to burn heaven and earth. It was enough to see through the universe and burn the entire universe.
At the same time, the clear cry of a bird sounded above their heads.
Yan Luoyue didn't even care about the burning sensation on her face and looked up at the sky.
In the center of the flames, a glowing golden bird was hatched from its shell. Its color was as bright as the sun.
The bird has the softest golden feathers in the world and three legs.
Then, the blazing flames were decomposed into a huge rain of fire meteors.
The once unrivaled pride and glory has become an unreachable sight.
At this moment, a sense of fear and sadness that came from nowhere suddenly gripped Yan Luoyue's heart.
"--Wait a moment!"
“——Wait a minute!”
The illusion came to an abrupt end when the flames fell.
The two voices of resistance came from Yan Luoyue and Xiao Wu at the same time.
When they looked at each other, they found that each other's chests were heaving violently, and Yan Luoyue even had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
"It's gone." Xiao Wu clenched his fists with lingering fear. "It's just an illusion created by the Illusion Tree before it died."
Logically speaking, the Phantom Tree should have unearthed a big secret during its last moment of life before its death.
Perhaps it is the deepest desire in one's heart, perhaps it is an ambition that one has forgotten, or perhaps it is the ultimate goal of one's unyielding pursuit.
But Xiao Wu searched through all his inherited memories and could not find any impression of this rain of fire.
Yan Luoyue was a little unsure: "Is the bird just now... a three-legged golden crow? And what kind of fire is the flame?"
The golden bird with three legs should be the three-legged golden crow.
But what about the meteor shower?
Shen Jingxuan walked back from not far away.
The little nun was still holding the big umbrella that Yan Luoyue had handed to her. The umbrella cover was full of holes due to corrosion.
"Can't you recognize it? It's the Crow's Cry Fire."
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