Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

Late at night in the north, the cold wind blowing under the double moon is as sharp as a knife, and the snowflakes and ice crystals rotate rapidly, like saw teeth scattered all over the sky, enough to cut through human flesh and blood.

Standing on the cliff, Dalot's strong body stood in the strong wind, like a hill. His body was bigger than the strongest white bear in the north, and steam like smoke columns could rise between his breaths.

But the flying snowflakes fell on his skin and were not melted by the heat as expected. Instead, they condensed into part of his armor, a scale of the solid ice armor.

This winter is very cold. The heat in the skin and flesh of the warriors has been taken away by the ice and snow. Only the fluid rushing in the blood vessels and a little heat in the bone marrow are retained.

Dalot himself is protected by big snakes and wolves, and is not afraid of frost and strong winds, but his black eyes are staring at the tribe under the cliff, with child-like sadness in his eyes.

cold. This is normal.

Winter is always getting colder. It may not be obvious in other parts of the continent, but for the northern tribes who have been wandering in the darkness and twilight for a long time in the cold as a prison, every winter is insignificant. The slight difference is the difference between how much carex and livestock can survive under the frost, and the difference between life and death for many of our compatriots.

It may be okay this year, but what should we do next year, and the year after that?

If you want to survive, you must either prepare early or be prepared to capture others.

The rock was scratched by the piercing wind, leaving scars, and the solid frost was carved into rugged shapes. With one foot on the edge of the cliff, the strong man turned around and walked behind him silently, but dragging with him a terrifying amount. A team of warriors with the bodies of energy beasts.

The great chief of the Rimu Tribe returned from winter hunting. Two hundred and sixty professionals of Heart Light and Heart Light swept away all the living creatures in half of the Eternal Silence Icefield. This was an unprecedented large-scale hunt.

Most of the energy beasts will converge in winter, which is the peak period of natural disasters. At least five different natural disasters will wreak havoc in the wasteland, wandering like a sweeping robot cleaning garbage.

Whether it is a natural disaster of stars and hail that lasts for dozens of days, like a meteorite, or a natural disaster of snow and ice that can tear a hill apart, all source energy beasts, including giant dragons, tremble and will only stay in their lairs and wait. At the end of natural disasters, at this time, the winter hunting team, which can calculate the intervals between natural disasters, will set off to kill these powerful beasts when they are most vulnerable, and use their flesh and blood to satisfy the hungry compatriots in the tribe.

Most of them will succeed. Human wisdom and weapons are better than the instincts of beasts. Although it is certain that a large number of warriors will die, most of those who are willing and allowed to participate in the winter hunt have reached an advanced stage of demonization, and even the blessing of the dragon cannot save it. warrior.

If they continue to live, their power will hurt their relatives and the tribe - the tribe does not need such warriors, and warriors do not need such themselves.

So before madness takes away their last sanity, they will use their last strength to make a contribution.

They died a worthy death and used their last strength to provide their families with enough food to survive the winter and even the next year.

But this time was different. Together with senior professionals from more than seven major tribes under the name of Higurashi, Chief Higurashi wiped out all the threatening monsters in the Eternal Silence Icefield, and even three silvers wandering in the ice and snow. Dragons are no exception.

Although more than thirty elite warriors were killed, in the end, there were probably only a few of these powerful beasts left in the entire Aian continent. The powerful beasts that could create ice storms with their breath still fell under the great chief's giant axe. His body was broken into pieces, part of which was sacrificed to the dragon in the sky as a sacrifice on the spot, and the remaining part was brought back to the tribe.

"This time it is enough for the children. The dragon's blessing will last for generations. Our children will grow stronger under the nourishment of the flesh and blood of the wilderness and become stronger warriors than us."

In the team, a middle-aged warrior following Dalot said with a smile, the claw scars on his face twisted and wrinkled: "With so many prey, it is impossible for the tribe to die again this year."

"Starting from this year, it will never happen again." Another old warrior with gray hair and a face as stiff as if frozen by ice and snow also smiled. He dragged the frost sled behind him that was at least a hundred times larger than himself. The corner of his mouth He raised his eyebrows little by little and said in a hopeful tone: "Those are very good children. Under the gaze of the dragon, those who can survive will definitely be stronger than us."

These words triggered a series of gentle laughter in the team. In the wilderness, they could not laugh loudly. The cold wind, accumulated ice and snow, and dangerous energy beasts were all threats. But they still want to laugh because they are happy.

Just one tidal whale swimming in the middle of the North Sea was enough to feed all the tribes for several months, and this time, they brought back a mountain of prey, ranging from giant whales to giant dragons, from white bears to mammoths.

In the distance, the tribe's sentinel saw the shadow that was slowly approaching. At first, he thought it was some giant beast in the wasteland attacking, and was about to blow the whistle to be on guard. But soon, he realized that it was not a giant beast, but a giant beast. a team,

Therefore, he happily sent the message.

"The Winter Hunting Team is back!"

"They are back, and they have brought back a lot of prey!"

"The warriors are back!"

The voice was repeated and passed on again and again. Soon, all major tribes knew the news. Even in the cold wind, there were still black spots appearing on the white frost. They gathered in groups and headed outside the tribe. Welcome the return of the warriors.

"As in the past, today we will sacrifice the dragon first, tomorrow we will sacrifice the snake and wolf, and then we will distribute the harvest."

Facing the welcoming crowd with noisy cheers and praises, Dalot's voice was as honest as a bear. He patted his shield-like chest, made a dull thumping sound, and said loudly with a smile: "Priests, go In preparation for the sacrificial ritual, we brought back the heads of the three silver dragons, which will make our ancestors proud of us!"

As the recognized chief of the entire Rimu tribal group and more than twenty major tribes, and the future Great Khan of Timu, Dalot's majesty is absolute. Even the priests obey his orders. Amid the cheers of the people, The priests responded respectfully and went to the center of the tribe to start preparing materials to build the ritual array for sacrifices.

The great chief left the crowd and headed in the direction of his own cave.

The main body of the tribe is located in a large cave inside the valley. No building can withstand the strong winds that destroy the mountains in the north. Dalot walked through the corridor leading to his home. After a while of twists and turns, he came to a place isolated by animal skins. In the warm cave where all the winds have escaped.

In the cave, an old man without legs and one hand slowly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the cave entrance.

The old man was so old that his white hair had almost fallen out, and the wrinkles on his face were like ditches. His withered and yellow complexion seemed to indicate that he was not going to die soon.

But apart from that, there was a mark on his forehead. This mark was hazy and seemed like a discrete piece of dim yellow cloud, but it could release a twilight-like light that filled the entire crypt.

——This is the mark of the Blesser. It can clear away the symptoms of demonic disease for the warriors in the tribe and allow crazy people to regain their sanity. Only the most determined Dragon Priest can obtain this power.

The moment he entered the crypt, Dalot felt that the demonic symptoms that had long been suppressed in his body were reduced a lot. He came to the side of the disabled old man who had opened his eyes, knelt down gently, and held the hand. The other person's only remaining hand: "Abba, how are you now?"

"The winter hunt was a success. Although more than a hundred warriors returned to the snowfield forever, we brought enough prey for the entire tribe to feed for a year... enough food that our compatriots can still survive even if the warriors go south!"

"……I am fine."

Facing Dalot's caring and proud words, the old man slowly opened his eyes. His body had long been close to decay, and even his eyes were almost dry.

But looking at his son, the dragon priest still struggled to raise his hand, caressing the other's skin and muscles that were hundreds of times stronger than source steel, and touched his child's cheek.

He smiled lovingly and said: "Okay, okay, little Dalot has grown up and can lead his compatriots to eat..."

"Abba..."

After calling out, Dalot seemed to have thought of something. He took out a glass bottle containing ice-silver liquid from his arms. The essence of ice and life was shaking inside, forming a small storm.

"This is the life blood of the silver dragon. I sacrificed all the eggs and their souls, and there is the dragon's life in them. Abba, drink it, and there is still part of my blood in it, so that you can bear it too! "

The old man raised his eyelids and stared at the bottle of life essence that contained the life essence of a silver dragon and all dragon eggs. Then he smiled slowly and said, "That's great. Such a bottle of essence is enough to cultivate a powerful snake warrior." Yes, the big snake will like this sacrifice, and he will send down the inheritance, so don’t waste it.”

"Abba!" Kneeling beside his father's bed, Dalot couldn't help but growl in a low voice: "This is for you..."

"I am about to return to nothingness, my child." The old priest just shook his head slightly. He slowly but firmly pushed away the dragon essence that had been brought to his mouth: "The voices of the world-shattering serpent and the world-eating wolf became louder and louder. It is becoming clearer and clearer that they are all imprisoned on the Dragon Moon, but they can already look at this land... Dalot, you know, I have lived for too long, and one foot has stepped into the realm of nothingness. , how can a bottle of silver dragon's blood bring the dead back to life?"

"Although I regret not being able to see the great dragon return at dusk, I couldn't be more pleased to see you become a warrior who can stand alone and lead the entire tribe. I can leave safely."

The old priest's loving gaze only existed for a short time, and soon he closed his eyes tiredly.

There are three types of priests in the Winter Sunset tribe.

Snake priests are responsible for digging nests underground, performing sacrificial rituals, and building tribes to resist natural disasters.

The wolf priest is responsible for following the warriors in hunting and fighting, casting enhanced spells, leading troops to charge, attacking cities and armies, bringing death and destruction.

The dragon priests are the most precious. They can predict, bless, change the direction of natural disasters, sense the veins of the earth, and mine precious metals needed by the tribe... The most powerful dragon priests can be blessed by the great dragon of dusk and purify with light. The cruelty and tyranny in the hearts of warriors calms down the symptoms of demonization.

The world-shattering snake and the world-devouring wolf are both slaves of the Twilight Dragon. They are the incarnations of ancient natural disasters that existed in the age of the gods. They represent the 'Desolate Land' and the 'Eternal Ice'.

Because of the ferocity of the battles over the years, Dalot received the inheritance of the World-Eating Wolf. His power is equivalent to the natural disasters in the wilderness of the northern ice field, or even surpasses the natural disasters.

"Abba..."

Aware of his father's firm will to refuse, Dalot still wanted to let the other person live a few more years even though he already knew the other person's physical condition.

This warrior who is stronger than a mountain-moving bear and can easily hunt down giant beasts in the wilderness even has tears in his eyes: "The sun is about to go out, and the dragon will return soon at dusk. I really want you to see such a scene. ah……"

"Child, I will return to nothingness, just as the sky will eventually burn out. We need to face our future calmly and without fear, as opposed to the tension and howling when we were born."

Said softly, the old priest's voice no longer seemed to come from the vocal cords, but a ethereal voice of the soul, and the dusk-colored light rippled in the cave: "The inferior Imperial people thought they could use Yanshuang Pass to block us. The North defeated us with the advantage of population, but this is just an illusion, we are just showing weakness, reserve strength, and let peace and enjoyment corrupt those soldiers."

"When the cold wave hits both the south and the north, we will be the victors."

Saying this, he stretched out his hand, and a ray of light was pressed on Dalot's heart.

It couldn't be called warmth, but it didn't feel like cold either. It was like the light of the autumn sunset entering the great chief's body, making him feel refreshed. Some of the hidden wounds caused by fighting the dragon were quickly healed and transformed into a demon. The symptoms have also been reduced a lot, and his strength has even increased.

In the sky, the fluctuations in the Sealed Moon suddenly became clearer countless times.

But Dalot held back his tears. He knew that this was Abba using the last bit of the dragon's power to bless himself. He refused to live, but obeyed his own will and took the initiative to return to nothingness.

"Are you sad, Dalot? If you want to cry, cry loudly."

At the last moment, the old man said slowly, his expression seemed to be smiling: "What's the point of being patient? Crying is not a wound, and I am not an enemy."

"Father... wants to see your truest emotions and appearance."

"Abba!"

Feeling that the hand pressing on his chest began to lose its pulse and strength, the strong man held the hand and shed tears.

The sound of his loud crying even spread out of the cave, and was heard by many priests and warriors who were preparing rituals for the serpent and wolf outside. It was like a storm, or like the roar of a giant beast, shaking the atmosphere, and the clouds shook slightly.

But no one felt funny. They all knelt down on one knee and lowered their heads in the direction of the cave entrance. The Dragon Priest fell into nothingness. The old man who had led the entire tribe through countless cold disasters left them, and other people could still be heard. Sobbing and mournful singing.

If you want to cry, you can cry. Men in the north do not hide their emotions with etiquette.

When Dalot walked out of the cave, he was holding his father's body in his arms. Because of fighting the terrifying beasts in the wasteland and the imperial soldiers in the south, the old man sacrificed his body to protect the tribe and fight against natural disasters. , his incomplete body is not even as light as a larger direwolf.

Raising his head, the man looked at the sky. The gloomy snow clouds were rolling, like heavy waves hanging high in the sky. But his vision at the peak of the disaster allowed him to see through the heavy snow and clouds in the sky and see the light above the sky, the magic moon. And the sealed moon hangs high in the middle of the stars, shining with the light that activates the source energy.

The Demonic Moon is brilliant, but the Sealed Moon is almost pitch black and dim, and its silence is terrifying.

Dalot was not affected by the sadness. After crying, he returned to normal.

Tomorrow's sacrifice to the World-Crushing Snake will most likely be passed down, and he will select a young man from the two major tribes of Winter and Sunset to inherit this power.

The new Dragon Priest is also ready to be selected. Although the Dragon of Dusk will choose the priest who is most suitable for him, the people on the ground also need to be prepared so as not to panic.

Then, he will trigger natural disasters to crush the gorge that isolates the northern wasteland and the northwest mountains, allowing the two tribes of Winter and Sunset to completely unite and prepare for the upcoming all-out war.

As for the Dragon Sacrifice in the future, he will present the Holy Rock of First Glory that fell from the sky, and use the fragments of the sky as a prelude to the unsealing of the dragon at dusk, stirring up the brilliance of the Demonic Moon.

For people outside the Northern Territory, the Demonic Moon is actually a way to gain power. The extra demonized people will be slowed down by them in special ways, so that they can fight for the tribe.

At this time, the Higurashi tribe is at its strongest.

Everything is clear and no one can stop it.

The current Yanshuang Army is different from their ancestors who have experienced hardships and can even endure hardships more than the people in the tribe. These sons of farmers and brave men who have become separatist warlords and new aristocrats have transformed into new evil dragons. They are not the dragon's The people, the opponents of the descendants of snakes and wolves.

As long as they find a way to break through the world's number one Yanshuang Pass with minimal casualties, Dusk's followers can take advantage of this momentum and sweep across the entire land.

This should have been something he was happy about, something he was eager to try. The power of the World-Eating Wolf was surging around him, condensing into layers of frost that slightly dimmed the light, but Dalot's eyes were still distant. It's long, with the sadness of a child.

The phantom of time flew before his eyes, and the strong man saw the past. He seemed to see a natural disaster coming, and his father sacrificed his left hand to protect the tribe. He seemed to see his mother tearing open an artery and pouring warm blood into his throat. expression.

The biting cold wind slapped his iron-tower-like body. Dalot was no longer afraid of this bit of wind and frost, but he still remembered how he painfully followed his parents as a child to avoid attacks from groups of direwolves.

The wind and frost cracked the flesh and blood, and the ears shattered like ice cubes when pinched. At that time, even my lips and throat were necrotic. If the Dragon Priest hadn't used his own blood to rejuvenate all the children, now Chief Higurashi may have died on the desolate frozen soil of the ice field.

Now, although his body is not cold, Codelot's heart is colder than ever before.

On that night when he lost his ears and lips, and even his eyes could hardly see the stars, the young child once desperately wondered whether life was meaningless. He could not find the purpose of existence at all.

——Is he born in this world just to endure suffering, pain, sadness, despair, and then die unwillingly?

It was the blood of relatives, the mother's blood that brought back his consciousness, and waited until the priest's sacrifice. At that time, Dalot thought that the meaning of his life was to fight for his family and tribe. He swore and did it. He became the most powerful warrior in the tribe, making his father proud, even if he died in a natural disaster. My mother will probably be pleased too.

But just now, this meaning was lost.

-No, meaning never existed.

Closing his eyes, opening them again, and placing his father's body on the altar, Dalot's black eyes calmed down.

——Nothingness is the truth in the world.

The birth of life into the world has no meaning, and no one is born for anything: the birth of a child has nothing to do with the child itself, it is just the decision of the parents, and the parents' involvement and tracking upwards until the birth of everyone's ancestors has no meaning. It is just the result of the creation of the gods.

Those ancient gods claimed to have created them, but they said nothing and just let their children suffer.

This is the nature of the world, the nature of everything—an unpleasant truth.

No one or anything has to be there. Rather, existence is simply an accident and has no meaning at all.

But it doesn’t matter whether it makes sense or not.

The most important thing is what you want to do, rather than thinking about the meaning of doing it like a fool all day long.

Dalot stared at his father's body at this moment, and fragments flashed in his mind: as a child, he stayed by the ice sea and watched his father catch fish all day long; as a young man, he performed the sacrificial dance. He looked at Tana dancing on the ice and snow, her appearance was like a frost elf, and he smiled like a fool; after his first hunt, he suddenly wanted to sing high and sing loudly on the corpse of the prey, which frightened him. He ruined his fellow comrades beside him.

These things are meaningless, of no value, even stupid, but he wants to do it.

The birth of life is meaningless, but it gives life the most noble power: thinking.

People can't do many things, but people can always think about it and try to do it. Even failure does not hinder this.

Only when people are hit, they admit that they have failed and stop thinking about it.

Stop only by ‘thinking’.

"Those empire guys, the humans in the south are also very hard-working. Ordinary people are just the crops of the nobles, harvested every year, while the demonized people are burned as firewood, so they have huge mobile cities and warm firelight."

Dalot murmured in a low voice as he watched the flames ignite on the altar, instantly igniting his father's shriveled, seemingly waterless body.

In the light of the fire, the warrior clenched his fists: "We northerners do not burn our brothers and sisters, nor do we exploit our compatriots. We rely on ourselves to survive."

"They locked us in the north, hoping that natural disasters and wild beasts would destroy us, but this only served to sharpen our minions and let us know the nature of this ugly world and strengthen our beliefs."

Dalot saw his father's body turned into ashes in the flames, leaving only a small mark condensed by the dusk light, exuding a quiet glimmer. The snake priest and wolf priest on the side stepped forward respectfully and put the mark into the box.

Although the Dragon Priests have returned to nothingness, their power can still bewitch those Imperial people, allowing the power of the Twilight Dragon to spread throughout the world.

Watching this scene, the man let out a deep breath.

He seemed to hear what his father asked him in the snowfield when he was hunting for the first time.

He heard his father's words.

"Dalot, you are a descendant of the Dragon of Dusk, a descendant of wolves and snakes!"

"what do you want to do?"

At that time, my father, who still had two legs and was not that old, asked loudly - this is a tradition and an oath, proving that a northerner has his own beliefs and will kill other lives for this belief. Seize their flesh and blood to survive to achieve this belief.

This is the question that all northerners keep asking themselves in their suffering, so that they can live firmly and bear all the pain and despair, the cold and frosty winds.

This is also the reason why all the people of the Twilight Dragon did not commit suicide and return to nothingness in the first place.

But now, Dalot raised his head, and he watched the ashes of his father's burned body floating into the air, blown away by the frost in the north, and spread across the entire wasteland.

The rich sound seemed to shake the canyons and mountains.

"I want to... destroy this world full of suffering!"

The magic moon shines brightly, illuminating the world.

On the other side of the earth, the Chuyao ship was speeding through the wilderness.

Two moons hung in the night sky, and the hazy moonlight fell on the earth like mist.

At the bridge, Su Zhou, who had just placed the fire-burning sacred tree in his hand in a crystal cabinet and placed it in the hall so that everyone could feel it freely, raised his head thoughtfully. He frowned and said, "Is the light of the Demon Moon... Something’s not right?”

[No matter what light seems to be right lately - have you forgotten? The Holy Sun has flickered several times recently, and its brightness has indeed dropped slightly. 】

Master Suiguang stood aside. He stared at this rare treasure worth at least tens of billions of imperial coins, or even a priceless treasure. He couldn't help but nodded in admiration: [Compared to that, I really didn't expect that stingy Rozelia to give it away. For you. 】

"It's not for nothing." Su Zhou reminded: "I'm going to make a big fuss over there in the East China Sea to cover his coastal capital - this is not an easy job, but it is troublesome."

"But I feel that you are eager to try." The silver fairy in the captain's seat pointed out the contradiction in Su Zhou's words without hesitation: "Even if the pretending old man doesn't ask you to do this, this is what you plan to do. .”

"But compared to this...Professor Sweetley, could it be said that there was really an original big tree in the past of this world?"

Halfway through, Mingxiao's tone changed from being ruthlessly revealing to being full of doubts. The silver elf, who has existed since the era of gods and the elf era to this day, showed confusion on his face: "I clearly remember that only elves have their big trees. , it is impossible for other tribesmen to learn this similar planting technology!"

She stared at the green vitality burning like a flame in front of her, and couldn't help but whisper: "Anyway, I never knew this... it's incredible!"

"Of course it exists, but you don't know about the World Tree, but it makes me doubt the gods before the fairy civilization."

Su Zhou's tone was also full of confusion. He frowned slightly and stared at the branches of the sacred tree that seemed to be burning in front of him: "Anyway, in 'this' world, there is absolutely no way that life can forget the World Tree."

But it is obvious that, except for the slightest impression at dawn, whether it is Sui Guang or children like Seneca, Gaza and Loya, after seeing the burning wood with their own eyes, they only feel "familiar and familiar", but not Any instinctive throb.

Although Su Zhou also knew that at least 80,000 years had passed since all this, and no matter how strong the memories in the bloodline were, they would probably be sealed away.

However, just by being placed here, the burning wood can give everyone on the Chuyao ship a lot of insights and practice experience.

All children who have practiced the Immortal Method of Reincarnation only need to stay next to the fire-burning sacred tree for one hour every day to increase their practice speed several times. The growth rate of the immortal leaves and immortal roots is even accelerated - this is the limit for children. And Su Zhou can endure it 24 hours a day. The vitality and the thick and mysterious source energy fluctuations brought by the Burning Fire Sacred Tree can also have considerable benefits for him, allowing him to have a lot of exposure to the breath and inheritance related to the World Tree.

Although they are ridiculed by Yara as conjoined twins, the Tao of the Dao Tree and the World Tree are indeed quite different and very complementary.

Most of the sacred trees that Su Zhou had seen on weekdays and the inheritance of cultivation were Dao trees. This time, he happened to learn from them!

The power of the fire-burning sacred tree is so effective that even at dawn, I feel that my spirit is clear, because the slight uneasiness and dislocation caused by long-term sleep are also repaired and gradually healed by the breath of the sacred tree.

"Even the wisdom tree's wisdom is not so useful... The peak power of this world tree is probably not inferior to that of the Emperor of Heaven. Just such a small branch fragment can make me gain a lot now."

With a slight nod, Su Zhou had written into his daily teaching plan that he would lead students to meditate in front of the sacred tree for an hour every day - with this thing, the children of the Xiguang Society will definitely grow up at the fastest speed.

Especially the 100-level god-becoming method designed by Su Zhou, which uses daily activities, sign-ins, upgrades, and free welfare packages as temptations. Of course, these children are full of expectations for practice.

Everyone has a bright future.

Except for one rather troubled alchemist.

[It seems that the mechanical body is also flawed. 】

Staring closely at the burning sacred tree in front of him, after pondering for half a night, Master Suiguang still found nothing, which made him make a rather disappointed voice: [Sure enough, I am not normal now. life? 】

[There is simply no way to imitate the form and power of the sacred tree. 】

Hearing this, Su Zhou immediately turned his head and looked at Master Suiguang, who had regained his flesh and blood disguise and looked like a middle-aged human being.

"With a mechanical body, you can't have a divine tree?"

He clicked his tongue twice, then stepped forward, wagging his index finger and said: "Who are you looking down on? Is it your wisdom or the power of the sacred tree?"

"The sacred tree can even be a battleship, how can it be incompatible with a mechanical body!"

Having said this, under the stunned gaze of Master Suiguang, Su Zhou said in a matter-of-fact tone: "It's just that you have gone astray. You plan to make your mechanical body imitate the sacred tree - how stupid, why should you imitate? The machine itself is A kind of sacred tree!"

【……ah? 】

The expression on Master Suiguang's face was indescribable. It was probably three parts confusion, three parts confusion, three parts confusion, and ninety-one percent, 'Am I crazy or is he crazy? ’ Such an expression.

But Su Zhou didn't take it seriously. He just had a too deep grasp of the nature of the sacred tree, beyond the imagination of these ordinary people. The man stretched out his hand without hesitation, gathered source energy and demonstrated to Sui Guang: "Look."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of source energy began to evolve into many different forms. Faint thunder and howling wind began to be heard in the atmosphere, and the sound of burning flames and the sound of surging waves sounded at the same time.

While Sui Guang subconsciously focused his gaze, in Su Zhou's hands, the ray of source energy turned into a small sapling. It had leaves of flames and branches blooming with thunder. The water flow transmitted the source energy, and in the thunder and lightning Hydrogen and oxygen are decomposed and burned under the action of water, and the strong wind makes everything move, full of vitality.

After that, the earth and metal condensed into a hard shell, covering all the exposed source energy structures, and added to the operation system of these source energy.

Immediately, a burst of vitality appeared in Su Zhou's palm: a brand new spiritual plant soul was shaped by Su Zhou. He only needed to find a plant that could almost accommodate it, and a brand new spiritual plant was born.

From beginning to end, Su Zhou utilized more than eight completely different energies, solid, liquid, gaseous and plasma materials, including metals.

After showing all this, Su Zhou retracted his palm and took this ray of soul back into his body.

The man smiled at the dumbfounded Sui Guang and said: "You want to imitate? This is impossible, because the essence of the 'sacred tree' is a special sublimation of life. You are already life, how can you imitate? Just imitate. The least important tree shape on the surface?”

"What you need to do is actually to learn the energy cycle of the sacred tree, and then fill your body with the optimized source energy structure of the sacred tree. You can do it with a mechanical body."

[But...haven't you been talking about the sacred tree all the time? 】

Sui Guang felt extremely puzzled at this moment. Even Dawn on the side turned his head slightly, as if intending to listen to this persuasion: [This is not a sacred tree at all...]

"Who defined the concept of sacred trees?"

In response, Su Zhou couldn't help turning his head to retort, shaking his head and saying: "Can't you become the world's first mechanical sacred tree?"

"In the final analysis, the classification of living things is our own opinion, a one-sided prejudice... How can the sacred tree be such a complicated thing? As the foundation of all things and the creation of the world, how could the world tree be set by humans in the world? The definition is restricted?”

"Metal leaves and silver flowers can bloom!"

At this moment, listening to Su Zhou's words that sounded like nonsense but were actually very factual, Sui Guang suddenly realized something, but for some reason, he thought of a person.

That is the figure of the Saint who is located in the hanging painting and the album of the Chasing Light Order...the Saint of Chasing the Light.

Equally knowledgeable, equally witty, equally simple-minded, and equally kind to all.

[Professor Sweetley...is really much better than me in terms of knowledge. 】

After understanding this, he couldn't help but sigh, and then cheered up: [This is exactly the reason why I stayed on the Chuyao Ship. 】

However, just when Master Suiguang planned to revive his spirit, he once again experienced the mystery of the World Tree from another perspective.

Suddenly, an extremely bright light flashed outside the ship.

"how?"

At first Su Zhou thought it was thunder and lightning, but after he sensed it for a moment, he immediately frowned: ""Natural disaster? Someone is attacking? This seems to be coming directly towards us? "

But this guess is also wrong.

"No! This is a natural disaster!"

Liu soon realized that no matter who he was, it would be impossible for him to create such a big battle in the wasteland.

Su Zhou quickly walked to the window. He raised his head and looked at the twin moons in the sky.

The magic moon hangs in the night sky, without the need for stars to accompany it. It shines brightly on its own, emitting sparkling flames from the inside out.

However, the originally silvery and milky halo of the Demon Moon was now transforming into a wisp of scarlet red light bit by bit, in a slow but unstoppable way.

The originally holy and peaceful moon was now tainted with a dark and terrifying light.

In the pitch-black night, all the brilliance of the bright stars across the sky was taken away.

[This, this is? ! 】

Seeing this scene, Sui Guang was stunned on the spot. His shadow was stretched very long by the light, and then he took a breath: [Demon Moon! The magic moon is about to begin! 】

[The light of the blood moon is about to invade the world... Everyone, please remember to take defensive measures! Otherwise, those who do not have the demonic disease will get the demonic disease, and those who have the demonic disease... are equivalent to running wildly on the road of death! 】

"All children, please go back to your rooms! You cannot come out without permission. I will personally deliver the dinner!"

Su Zhou ordered, but he had no intention of leaving.

This was the first time he saw the Demonic Moon erupting. At this moment, he could only stare out the window at the moon that was gradually turning into blood red, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.

The moon... is a theoretical source energy amplifier. Its entity is currently completely unknown, but every time it erupts, it will bring about a terrifying wave of magic power for the whole people.

Tens of thousands of people will be infected by demons at birth, and thus embark on a difficult destiny.

Su Zhou did not stay in the Chuyao ship at this moment. He directly asked Mingxiao to open a convenient door for him and came to the ship deck immediately so that he could observe the information more truly.

The man raised his head and looked at the red moon.

He keenly sensed that from the fire-burning sacred tree inside the battleship, there were waves of resonance that were so weak that even other immortals might not be able to sense it except him.

That's because the breath of the Avenue Tree remains on the body, which causes extremely low-frequency resonance!

"As expected, the World Tree is related to the sun and moon of this world!"

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