Another green leaf falls.
Its life is replenished, but it is still slipping away.
All the golden birds were terrified. The unknown was the greatest fear in the world. The chief of the golden birds suspected that without the branches from the sacred tree, they might not be able to fly out of their world of creation.
What kind of terrifying existence is targeting them?
When the golden silk bird clan flew over the long Greater Khingan Range, they were immediately spotted and intercepted by the monks stationed on the hills there.
The endless mountain ranges lit up with myriad spiritual lights, magic arrays appeared, immortals soared into the air, and spiritual swords were unsheathed.
Qingxuan stood in front of them and saw the feather color of the golden silk bird clan, and a different look appeared in his eyes.
"Where are you guys going?"
"Come to Shenzhou and look for the immortals."
The leader of the Golden Silk Bird tribe replied that she recognized this Taoist priest, who was known as Qingxuan Half-Immortal and was also a disciple of Li Changsheng.
Privately, everyone called him the simplified version of the immortal, so he was called a half-immortal. Later, he gradually stopped calling him that, because Qingxuan was no longer even qualified as a simplified version.
Qingxuan wanted to ask something else, but a familiar voice came to his ears. He waved his hand and said, "Let them go. Notify the local government, companies, and immortal sects to let them all go. Don't shoot them down."
Shenzhou is a no-fly zone, and every major city has its own magic circle protection. If you fly in the sky openly without the protection of a token, there is a high probability that you will be bombed down.
The chief of the Golden Silk Bird tribe expressed his gratitude, and then hurriedly led his people to flee towards Shenzhou.
A silent sigh came from the void, everything was in vain.
The golden bird clan completely flew over the Greater Khingan Range. The steel forest of human cities came into view, and the smell of noise and fireworks was overwhelming.
Unlike the turmoil in the Arctic Circle, all you see is peace and prosperity.
The branch pointed it in a direction.
A group of golden birds flew into the capital and landed on a tree in the old city.
The mortals below began their busy day, including office workers leaving home in a hurry, sanitation workers sweeping the floors, and vendors setting up snack stalls.
A somewhat sloppy young man walked out of the community, yawned, scratched his stomach, and sat down at the breakfast stall as usual.
"Boss, give me a bowl of clear soup noodles."
The chief of the Golden Silk Divine Bird landed on the table, put down the withered branch, lowered his head slightly and said, "Greetings to the Immortal Immortal of the Human Race. I am following the order of the Tree Lord and beg for your protection."
In her eyes, he was just an ordinary mortal, and he didn't look like the immortal he was in his previous life, but the branch couldn't be wrong.
"What's wrong with the old tree spirit?" Li Yi asked casually.
The leader of the Golden Bird tribe repeated the story, but what he got was not a serious attitude from the other party, but a chuckle.
"Haha, the old tree spirit is still as timid as ever. He was frightened by such a simple thing. Isn't it just one Wuxiang? No, there should be two."
Li Yi chuckled, looking down on him, but also taking it for granted. He poured vinegar into the clear noodle soup and said nonchalantly:
"Hide for a thousand years? Are you waiting for me to kill them?"
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