Monsters Will Die If They Are Killed

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In the northern part of the night, the cold wind blowing in the two moons was as sharp as a knife, and the snow and ice crystals were spinning rapidly, like jagged teeth floating in the sky, enough to cut human flesh and blood.

Standing on the cliff, Dalot's sturdy body stood in the wind, like a hill, his body was bigger than the strongest white bear in the north, and his breath could rise like a plume of steam.

The flying snow fell on his skin, and instead of being melted by the imaginary heat, it condensed into a part of the armor on his body, a scale of the firm ice armor.

This winter, it was very cold and cold. The heat in the skin and flesh of the warriors was taken away by the ice and snow. Only the fluid in the blood vessels and a little heat in the bone marrow were retained.

Dalot himself is protected by a serpent and a wolf, and he is not afraid of frost and wind, but his black eyes are staring at the tribe under the cliff, with childlike sadness in his eyes.

cold.This is normal.

Winter is always getting colder and colder. It may not be obvious in other parts of the mainland, but for the northern tribes who have been in the ice and cold like a prison for a long time in the darkness and dim light, every winter is insignificant. The slight difference between them is the difference between how much weeds and livestock can survive under the frost, and the difference between the life and death of many compatriots.

This year may be fine, but next year, what should we do next year?

If you want to survive, you must prepare early, or prepare to take other people.

The rock was scratched by the harsh wind, and the sturdy frost was carved into a jagged shape. One foot was on the edge of the cliff. The strong man turned and walked behind him to be silent, but dragged a terrifying amount. A team of warriors with the body of a beast.

The Warchief Winter Hunter of the Sun Twilight Tribe returned, and two hundred and sixty professionals with light of heart and light swept all living creatures in half of the eternal ice field. This was an unprecedented hunt.

Most of the source energy beasts in winter will converge. It is a period of high incidence of natural disasters. At least five different natural disasters will wreak havoc in the wasteland, like a robot sweeping garbage.

Whether it’s more than dozens of days, the hail-like natural disasters like meteorites, or the snow-like natural disasters that are enough to shatter the hills, all the beasts of source energy, including the dragon, tremble, and will only stay in the nest and wait for the natural disasters. At this time, the Winter Hunter, which will calculate the interval between natural disasters, will set off to kill these powerful beasts when they are most vulnerable, and satisfy the hungry compatriots in the tribe with their flesh and blood.

Most of them will succeed.Human wisdom and weapons surpass the instincts of beasts. Although it is certain and there will be a large number of warriors die, most of those who are willing and allowed to participate in the winter hunting are in the late stage of demonization, and even the dragon’s blessing cannot be restored. Warrior.

If they survive, their power will hurt their loved ones and the tribe—the tribe does not need such a warrior, and the warrior does not need such a self.

So before madly taking away their last sanity, they will use this last strength to make a contribution.

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

But this time is different. Combined with the senior professionals of more than seven big tribes under the name of Higurashi, the Chief Higurashi wiped out all the threatening monsters in the Everlasting Icefield, and even three silver wandering in the snow. Dragon is no exception.

Although more than thirty elite warriors were killed, in the end, there are probably not a few left in the entire Aian continent. The powerful behemoths that can cause ice storms by breathing still fell under the great chieftain's great axe. His body was broken down into pieces, a part was sacrificed to the dragon in the sky as a sacrifice on the spot, and the remaining part was taken back to the tribe.

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

In the team,

"Starting from this year, never again." Another old warrior with white hair and face as if frozen by ice and snow also smiled. He dragged the frost sleigh behind him, which was at least a hundred times larger than himself, to the corners of his mouth. Little by little, his tone was expectant: "They are all very good children. Under Long's gaze, they must be better than us who can survive."

These words led to a series of soft laughs in the team. In the wilderness, they could not laugh loudly. The cold wind, accumulated ice and snow, and dangerous source energy beasts are all threats.But they still want to laugh because of joy.

Just a tidal giant whale shuffled in the middle of the North Sea would be enough for all tribes to eat for several months. This time, they brought back prey as high as a mountain, from giant whales to giant dragons, from white bears to mammoths.

In the distance, the sentry of the tribe saw the slowly pressing shadow. At first he thought it was an attack by a behemoth in the wilderness, and was about to blow the whistle, but soon he realized that it was not a behemoth, but A team,

Therefore, he happily sent the message.

"The Winter Hunter is back!"

"They came back and brought back so many prey!"

"The warriors are back!"

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

"As in the past, sacrifice the dragon today, the snake and the wolf tomorrow, and then distribute the hunts."

Facing the greeted crowd, clamoring cheers and praise, Dalot's voice was bear-like honesty. He patted his shield-like chest, made a dull bang, and laughed loudly: "Priests, go In preparation for the ritual, we brought back the head of the three-headed silver dragon, which will make our ancestors proud of us!"

As the entire Sunmu tribe group, more than 20 large tribes recognized the great chieftain, the future of the Tianmu Great Khan, Dalot's majesty is absolute, even the priests obey his orders, in the cheers of the people, The priests responded respectfully, and went to the center of the tribe to prepare materials and build a sacrificial ritual array.

The warchief left the crowd and headed to the direction of his crypt.

The body of the tribe is located in a large cave inside the valley. No building can withstand the strong winds that smashed the mountains in the north. Dalot walked through the corridor leading to his home. After winding around for a while, he came to a place isolated by animal skins. In the warm crypt with all the wind.

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

The old man was so old that his gray hair was almost falling off, the wrinkles on his face looked like ditches, and the yellow complexion seemed to indicate that his life was not long.

But other than that, there was a mark on his forehead. This mark was hazy, like a discrete yellow cloud, but it could release a twilight-like light that filled the entire crypt.

——This is the symbol of the blessing, which can remove the symptoms of demonization for the warriors in the tribe, and allow the crazy people to get the proof of reason again. Only the most stalwart priest of the dragon can get this power.

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

"Winter Hunting was very successful. Although more than a hundred warriors have returned to the snowfield forever, we have brought enough prey for the entire tribe to eat for a year...even if the warriors go south, our compatriots can still survive!"

"……I'm very good."

Facing Dalot's caring and proud words, the old man slowly opened his eyes. He was already close to his withered body, and even his eyes were about to dry up.

But watching his son, the dragon priest still struggled to raise his hand, stroking his opponent's skin and muscles hundreds of times stronger than Yuanneng Steel, and touching his child's cheeks.

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

"Abba..."

Called, Dalot seemed to have thought of something. He took out a glass bottle of ice silver liquid from his arms. The essence of ice and life in it was shaking, forming a small storm.

"This is the blood of the silver dragon. I sacrificed all the eggs and their souls. There is the life of the dragon in it. Abba, after drinking it, there is still a part of my blood in it, which you can bear! "

The old man raised his eyelids. He stared at the bottle of life essence containing a silver dragon and all dragon egg life essences, and then slowly smiled and said, "It's so good, such a bottle of essence is enough to cultivate a strong snake hero. Now, the serpent will like this sacrifice, and he will pass it down. Don’t waste it."

"Abba!" Kneeling by the side of his father's bed, Dalot couldn't help but roared in a low voice, "This is for you..."

"I'm about to return to nothingness, my child." The old priest just shook his head slightly. He slowly but resolutely pushed away the essence of the dragon that had been delivered to his mouth: "The voice of the snake and the wolf of the world It becomes 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 entered the realm of nothingness. How can a bottle of silver dragon's blood be brought back to life?"

"Although I regret to not be able to see the return of the Twilight Dragon, but to see you become a warrior who can lead the whole tribe on your own, I can't be more pleased that I can leave safely."

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

There are three kinds of priests in the winter tribe.

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

The wolf priest is responsible for hunting and fighting with the warriors, performing enhanced spells, leading a team to charge, attacking cities and troops, 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 dig out the precious metals needed by the tribe... The most powerful dragon priests can get the blessing of the dragon at dusk and purify with light The cruelty in the hearts of the warriors calmed down the symptoms of demonization.

The world-covering snake and the world-chewing wolf are both beasts of the twilight dragon. They are the incarnations of ancient natural disasters that existed in the age of the gods. They represent the'barren land' and the'ice of eternal silence'.

Due to the fierce fighting over the years, Dalot got the inheritance of the world-chewing wolf. His power is equivalent to the natural disaster of the barren ice field, and even surpasses the natural disaster.

"Abba..."

Perceiving his father's firm rejection of the will, even though he already knew the physical condition of the opponent, Dalot still wanted to let him live a few more years.

This warrior who is stronger than the mountain tyrannical bear and can easily hunt down the behemoths of the wasteland even has moist eyes: "The sky will be extinguished, and the dragon will return at dusk. I want you to see that scene too. what……"

"Child, I will fall into nothingness, just as the sky will eventually die out, we need to face our future calmly and fearlessly, contrary to the tension and howling when we were born."

Speaking softly, the old priest’s voice seemed to no longer be emitted from the vocal cords, but a misty soul voice. The dusk-colored light wafted in the cave: "The inferior imperial people thought they could block us by Yanshuang Pass. The North defeated us by virtue of its population advantage, but this is just an illusion. We are just showing weakness, reserve strength, and let peace and enjoyment corrupt those soldiers."

"When the South and North are both hit by the cold wave, we will be victorious."

With that said, he stretched out his hand, and a ray of light was pressed against Dalot's heart.

It's not warm, but it doesn't feel like cold. It's like the light of the autumn sunset entering the warchief's body, making him feel refreshed, and the slight wounds caused by fighting the dragon are quickly healed and demonized. The symptoms have also been reduced a lot, and even his strength has increased.

In the sky, the fluctuating induction in the Moon of Sealing suddenly became clear countless times.

But Dalot resisted the tears. He knew that this was the last bit of the dragon's power that Abba had blessed himself. He refused to live, but instead obeyed his own will and actively returned to nothingness.

"Sad, Dalot. If you want to cry, cry out loud."

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

"Father...want to see your truest feelings and appearance."

"Abba!"

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

The sound of his crying loudly even came out of the cave, so that many priests and warriors who were preparing for the serpent and wolf rituals outside heard it, like a storm, and the roar of a giant beast shook the atmosphere, and the clouds were shaking slightly.

But no one was amused. They all knelt on one knee and bowed their heads in the direction of the entrance of the cave. The dragon priest fell into nothingness. The old man who had led the entire tribe through countless cold disasters left them, and could hear others. Sobbing and sad singing.

If you want to cry, you can cry. The men in the north don't cover up their emotions with etiquette.

When Dalot walked out of the cave, he was holding his father's body in his arms. Because he fought with the terrible behemoths in the wasteland and the Imperial soldiers in the south, the old man sacrificed his body to guard the tribe and fight against natural disasters. , His mutilated body is lighter than a larger ice wolf.

Lifting his head, the man looked at the sky. The gloomy snow clouds rolled, like heavy waves hanging high in the sky, but the vision at the peak of the disaster situation allowed him to see the brilliance above the sky, the magic moon, through the heavy snow and clouds. The Moon of Harmony and Sealing hung high in the middle of the stars, shining with the brilliance of motivating source energy.

The magic moon was shining brightly, but the sealed moon was almost dark and yellow, and it was terrifying in its silence.

Dalot was not affected by the grief, after crying loudly, he had returned to normal.

Tomorrow, the sacrifice to the snake of the world is likely to be inherited, and he will select a young man from the two tribal groups of the winter sun to inherit this power.

The new dragon priest must also be prepared for selection. Although the dragon of twilight will choose the priest that is most suitable for him, the people on the ground also need to be prepared so as not to panic.

Then, he will induce natural disasters to smash the estuary that separates the northern wasteland and the northwestern mountains, so that the forces of the two tribes will be completely integrated in the winter and evening, and they will be ready for the upcoming all-out war.

As for the Dragon's Great Sacrifice in the future, he will offer the sacred rock of the first glorious light that descends from the sky, and use the fragments of the sky as a prelude to the release of the dragon at dusk to stir up the glory of the magic moon.

For people outside the northern realm, the demon moon is actually a kind of consciousness to gain power. The extra demonizers will be relieved by their special methods, so that they can fight for the tribe.

Whenever this time, it is the strongest time of the Higurashi tribe.

Everything is clear, no one can stop it.

The current Yanshuang Army is different from their ancestors who have endured hardships and are even more able to withstand suffering than the people in the tribe. These farmers and brave sons who have become separatist warlords and new nobles have turned into new dragons. They are not the dragon People, rivals of the descendants of snakes and wolves.

As long as you find a way to break through the Yanshuang Pass, the world's number one with the least casualties, the followers of the dusk can take this momentum and sweep the entire land.

This should be a happy thing, something eager to try, the power of the World Devouring Wolf was surging around him, condensing into layers of frost that dimmed the light, but Dalot's eyes were still far away. Long, with a sorrow like a child.

The phantom of time flew in front of his eyes, the strong man saw the past, he seemed to see the natural disasters, his father sacrificed his left hand to guard the tribe's figure, he seemed to see his mother tearing the artery and pouring warm blood into his throat Emoji.

The bitter cold wind slapped on the iron tower-like body. Now Dalot no longer fears this bit of wind and frost, but he still remembers how the child, as a child, moved with his parents in pain, avoiding the attacks of hordes of ice wolves.

The wind and frost cracked the flesh and blood, and the ears shattered like ice cubes. At that time, even his lips and throat had been necrotic. If it were not for the dragon priest at that time, he would use his blood to rejuvenate all the children. The Higurashi Chieftain may have already died on the desolate frozen soil of the ice field.

Today, although his body is not cold, Darot's heart is colder than ever before.

In the night when he lost his ears and lips, and even his eyes could hardly see the stars, the young child once desperately wondered whether it was meaningless to live, and he could not find the purpose of survival.

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

It was the blood of a loved one, and the mother's blood recalled his consciousness, waiting for the priest's sacrifice.Dalot thought that the meaning of his life was to fight for his relatives and the tribe. He swore and did it. He became the most powerful warrior in the tribe and made his father proud, even if he died in a natural disaster. My mother must be pleased too.

But just now, this meaning was lost.

——No, meaning never existed.

Closing his eyes, opening them again, 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 in the world has never meaning, no one is born for anything: the birth of a child has nothing to do with the child itself, but the decision of the parents, and the parents are involved and tracked up to the birth of all ancestors, and there is no meaning. It's just the result of the creation of the gods.

The ancient gods claimed to have created them, but they said nothing, just let them go and let their children bear the suffering.

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

No one, nothing, must appear.Rather, existence is simply an accident and has no meaning at all.

But whether it makes sense or not is not important at all.

The most important thing is to do what you want to do, not to think about the meaning of what you do all the time.

Dalot stared at his father’s remains at this time, and his mind flashed with fragments: the child himself stayed by the ice sea and watched his father catch the fish for a whole day; it was the young man himself who worshipped the big dance. When I watched Tana dancing on the ice and snow, her appearance was like a frosty elf, and she smiled like a fool; after the first hunt, he suddenly wanted to sing loudly and sing loudly on the corpse of the prey. Broken compatriots beside him.

These things have no meaning, no value at all, even stupid, but he wants to do it.

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

One cannot do many things, but one can always think about it and try to do it, even if it fails, it does not hinder this.

Only when people were beaten, they all admitted that they had failed and stopped thinking about it.

"Think" will stop.

"Those empires, the humans in the south are also very hard. Ordinary people are just the crops of the nobles. They harvest every year, and the demonized people are burned as firewood. That's why they have huge mobile cities and warm fire."

Dalot murmured in a low voice. He watched the flames ignited on the altar, and instantly lit his father's shriveled corpse, which seemed to have no moisture.

In the flames, the warrior clenched his fists: "We in the North do not burn our brothers and sisters or exploit our compatriots. We will survive on our own."

"They locked us in the north, expecting natural disasters and wild beasts to destroy us, but this is just to sharpen our minions, let us know the nature of this ugly world, and strengthen our faith."

Dalot saw his father's body turn into fly ash in the flames, leaving only a small group of marks condensed by the evening light, exuding a quiet shimmer.The snake priest and wolf priest on the side respectfully stepped forward and put the mark in the box.

Although the dragon priests belong to nothingness, their power can also confuse those empires and spread the power of the Twilight Dragon throughout the world.

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

He seemed to hear what his father asked him in the snowy field during his first hunt.

He heard his father's words.

"Dalot, you are a child of the Dragon of Twilight, a descendant of the wolf and the snake!"

"what do you want to do?"

At that time, there were still two legs, and the not-so-old father asked loudly—this is a tradition and an oath, proving that a northerner has his own belief and will kill other lives for this belief. To seize their flesh and blood to live, to achieve this belief.

This is the reason why all the people in the North are constantly asking themselves questions during their sufferings, so that they can live firmly and endure all the pain and despair, the cold and the frosty wind.

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

But now, Dalot raised his head, he watched the ashes of his father's burnt body float into the air, blown away by the frost of the north, and sprinkled all over the wasteland.

The deep voice seemed to oscillate the valley and mountains.

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

The magic moon shines brightly, illuminating the world.

On the other side of the earth, the Chuyao ship was speeding in 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 burning sacred wood in his hand in the crystal cabinet and placed it in the hall so that everyone could feel freely, raised his head thoughtfully, and frowned, "Is the light of the magic moon? Is something wrong?"

[No matter what light is not quite right recently-have you forgotten?The Holy Day has flashed several times recently, and the brightness has indeed dropped slightly.

Master Suiguang stood aside, watching this gem worth at least tens of billions of imperial coins, even priceless treasures, and nodded in admiration: [Compared to that, I really didn’t expect Rozelia’s miser to make it white For you.

"It's not a free gift." Su Zhou reminded: "I'm going to the East China Sea to make a big fuss to cover his seaside capital-this is not an easy job, but it is troublesome."

"But I feel you are eager to try." The silver goblin on the captain's seat pointed out the contradiction in Su Zhou's mouth without hesitation: "Even if the old man who pretends to be tender doesn't ask you to do this, you plan to do so. ."

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

Halfway through, Dawn’s tone changed from ruthless exposing to full of doubts. This silver goblin, who has existed since the age of the fairies after the age of the gods, was puzzled: "I clearly remember that only fairies have their big trees. It’s impossible for other peoples to learn this similar planting technique!"

She stared at the emerald green vitality that was burning like flames, and couldn't help but whispered: "Anyway, I never knew this... incredible!"

"Of course it exists, and 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 uncertainties, so he frowned and stared at the burning Shenmu branches in front of him: "Anyway, in'this' world, life can never forget the world tree."

But obviously, in addition to the slight impression of dawn, whether it is Flintlock, or children like Seneca, Gaza, and Loya, after seeing Burning Shenmu with their own eyes, they just feel "familiar and kind", but not Any instinctive throbbing.

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

However, just by putting it here, the Burning Shenmu can give a lot of insight and practice experience to the people on the Chuyao Ship.

All children who have practiced the Rotational Immortality Method can increase their practice speed several times by staying next to the sacred tree for one hour a day, and the growth rate of the Immortal Leaf Undead Root is even faster-this is the limit for children. And Su Zhou could bear it 24 hours a day, and the vitality and strong and mysterious source energy fluctuations brought by the burning sacred tree could also produce considerable benefits for him, allowing him to be exposed to a large amount of world tree-related aura and inheritance.

Although Yala ridiculed them as conjoined babies, the Tao of the Avenue Tree and the World Tree are indeed quite different and very complementary.

Most of the sacred trees that Su Zhou had seen in ordinary days and the inheritance of cultivation were avenue trees, and this time they happened to learn from the other side!

The power of Burning Shenmu is so effective that even at dawn, I feel like I am enlightened. The sense of uneasiness and dislocation caused by the long sleep is also repaired under the breath of Shenmu and gradually healed.

"Even the wisdom light of the tree of wisdom is not so useful...The peak power of this world tree is probably not under the emperor of heaven. Just such a small fragment of the branch can make me quite rewarding now."

Nodding slightly, Su Zhou has already written the daily teaching plan for leading students to meditate for an hour in front of the burning sacred tree. With this stuff, the children of Xiguang Association will definitely grow up at the fastest speed.

In particular, Su Zhou designed the 100-level divine method, with daily living, sign-in, upgrades, and free welfare packages as temptations. Of course, these children are also full of expectations for practice.

Everyone has a bright future.

Except for a distressed alchemist.

[It seems that the mechanical body is also defective.

Staring closely at the burning sacred tree in front of him, Master Suiguang still had no sense or discovery after pondering for half a night. This immediately made him a rather disappointed voice: [Sure enough, I am not normal now. Life?

[There is simply no way to imitate the shape and power of the Shenmu.

Hearing this, Su Zhou immediately turned his head and looked at the flesh and blood disguise, who looked like a middle-aged human flintlock master.

"Mechanical body, can't Shenmu?"

He tutted twice, then stepped forward, shaking his index finger and said, "Who are you looking down on? Is it your wisdom or the power of the gods?"

"Shenmu can even be a battleship, how can it be incompatible with a mechanical body!"

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

……what?

Master Suiguang’s expression is indescribable, probably three points confused, three points confused, three points confused and ninety-one points, "Is I crazy or is he crazy?"'Such an expression.

But Su Zhou didn't take it seriously. He just mastered the essence of Shenmu too deeply, surpassing the imagination of these laymen. The man stretched out his hand without hesitation, and gathered the source to demonstrate to Suiguang: "Look."

As soon as the voice fell, a ray of source energy began to evolve into many different forms, a faint thunder and the howling of wind began to spread in the atmosphere, and the sound of flame burning and the sound of tidal waves sounded simultaneously.

While Su Zhou subconsciously focused his gaze, Su Zhou’s hand, that strand of source energy turned into a small sapling, it has flaming leaves, thunder-blooming branches, and the water stream transmits source energy. Hydrogen and oxygen are decomposed and burned under the action of, and the strong wind makes everything move, full of vitality.

After that, the soil and metal condensed into a hard shell, covering all the exposed energy source structures, and adding these energy sources to the operating system.

Immediately, a vigour of vitality appeared in Su Zhou's palm: a brand-new spiritual plant was shaped by Su Zhou. Just find a plant that could almost contain it, and a brand-new spiritual plant was born.

From beginning to end, Su Zhou used 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 wisp of spirit back into his body.

The man smiled at the stunned Suiguang and said: "You want to imitate, it is impossible, because the essence of the'sacred tree' is a special sublimation of life, you are already a life, how can i imitate? Just imitate Is it the least important tree shape on the surface?"

"What you need to do is actually learn the energy cycle of the sacred tree, and then fill your body with the most optimized source energy structure in the sacred tree, which can also be done by the mechanical body."

[But... isn't everyone talking about Shenmu?

Suiguang felt very puzzled at this moment, even the whistling on the side turned his head slightly, as if he was planning to listen to this persuasion: [This is not a god...]

"Who defined the concept of Shenmu?"

Su Zhou couldn't help turning his head to retort. He shook his head and said, "Can't you be the first mechanical sacred tree in this world?"

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

"Metal leaves and silver flowers can also bloom!"

At this moment, listening to Su Zhou sounded like nonsense, but in fact the words were extremely consistent with the facts, Sui Guang was a little bit of a sudden realization, but for some reason, he thought of someone.

That was the figure of the Saint in the paintings and the Atlas of the Light Chaser...

The same exploitation, the same witty speech, the same simple thinking, and the same kindness to everyone.

[Professor Svetley... in terms of erudition, really better than me.

After understanding this, he couldn't help sighing lightly, and then raised his spirits: [This is exactly the reason why I stayed on Chuyao Ship.

However, just when Master Suiguang planned to revive his spirit and once again experience 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 he felt a little bit, and immediately frowned, ""Natural disaster?"Someone attacked?This seems to be coming directly to us?"

But this guess is also wrong.

"No! This is a natural disaster!"

Soon Liu realized that no matter who it was, it was impossible to make such a big battle in the wasteland.

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

The magic moon hangs in the night sky without the need for the stars. It alone is already shining, emitting a shining flame from the inside out.

However, Moyue's originally silver-white, cream-yellow halo was turning into a ray of scarlet red light in a slow but unstoppable way at this moment.

The holy day, which was originally holy and peaceful, now has a dark and terrible light.

In the dark night, all the brilliance of the galaxy across the sky was captured.

[This, this is?!

Seeing this scene, Suiguang was taken aback on the spot, his shadow was stretched by the light for a long time, and then he took a breath: [Magic Moon!Moyue is about to begin!

[The light of the blood moon is about to invade the world... everyone, remember to take defensive measures!Otherwise, those who don't have demonized disease will get demonized disease, and those who have demonized disease... are like running wild on the road of death!

"All the children, all go back to their rooms! You can't come out without permission. I will transfer the dinner myself!"

Su Zhou shouted, but he didn't plan to leave.

This was the first time he saw the eruption of the magic moon. At this moment, he could only stare at the moon that was gradually turning into blood red outside the window, his eyes brighter.

The moon...the theoretical source energy booster, its entity is completely unknown at present, but every eruption will bring a terrible wave of national magic power.

Tens of thousands of people who were born will be infected by demonization at the beginning, and have embarked on the trajectory of fate.

Su Zhou did not stay in Chuyao at this moment, he directly asked Xiaoxiao to open a convenient door for him, and he was on the deck of the ship in the first time, so he could observe the information more truly.

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

He keenly sensed that in the burning wood inside the battleship, there was a wave of faint resonance, except for him, even other gods could not feel the resonance.

That's because the breath of the tree of the avenue stayed on the body, which caused the extremely low frequency resonance!

"Sure enough, the world tree is related to the sun and moon in this world!"

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