Uncrowned Evil Emperor

Dazzling rays of light shrouded the Evening Star Forest in the night, and the towering shade of the trees had long been covered by the green lights that looked like matches, and the emerald beauty reflected in dozens of pairs of long and narrow eyes It was jaw-dropping for a while, and the most unbelievable thing was that under the overwhelming brilliance, the vast and ancient aura was slowly reverberating.

The power of true essence.

The Evening Star Spirit Clan is furious. Although the Evening Star Spirit Clan is not a large race that has been passed down for a long time, at least it has dozens of people. Some people dare to release their vitality to Gu Song, who they regard as a god, within the group, which is tantamount to ignoring The existence of the Spirit Race people.

Xing Wu and several elders of Ziling Envoy shouted and cursed, shouting that Feng Jueyu should be taken down and sentenced to death.

But at this moment, the vast and ancient aura suddenly softened, turning into strands of thick and vigorous aura, rising around the evening star ancient pine.

"Stop me all."

Feeling the thick and endless vitality of Wanchun, Xing Runsong couldn't help but let out a long and reprimanded roar: "Stop, whoever dares to approach Mr. Feng will be punished according to the clan rules."

"Patriarch."

Xing Wu looked at Xing Runsong in surprise, and didn't understand why he gave such a strict order. That kid of the human race is destroying the foundation of their existence. Is it possible that all the people of the tribe should turn a blind eye?

"shut up."

But before Xing Wu could speak, Xing Runsong scolded in a stern tone: "Shut up everyone, anyone who dares to say a word, get out of Evening Star Forest right away, and never come back."

"Wow!"

After the voice fell, the audience immediately fell into silence.Everyone didn't understand what made this kind old man so angry.

"Patriarch." Right now, the only person who dared to speak was Yi Bingyan. He asked in confusion, "Patriarch, what is he doing?"

The "he" in Yi Bingyan's mouth is undoubtedly Feng Jueyu. In fact, he is also very puzzled. Just now he felt the extremely fierce aura permeating Feng Jueyu. Xing Runsong's personality is completely inconsistent.

In the past half a year in the spirit clan, Yi Bingyan knows the personality of the old man very well. Usually, even if the clansmen in the clan make a big mistake, he will not punish him without punishment. I have never seen him so big. Huo, but today, just because Xing Wu and others wanted to kill Feng Jueyu on the spot, Xing Run was really angry.

After all, Feng Jueyu is an outsider, and he is doing harm to Muxing Gusong.

The smart Yiru Bingyan quickly thought that the problem might be on Muxing Gusong, so she asked aloud.

Xingrun Song didn't squint, and his slightly worried expression was gradually replaced by excitement. He stared at Feng Jueyu standing under the tree, and said in a deep voice, "Can't you see it?" Pointing to the green smoke lingering in the ethnic group's territory: "This is the real power of ten thousand springs."

"The power of ten thousand springs?"

Everyone was in an uproar...

The power of Wanchun is the most vigorous breath in the world. Before ancient times, the power of Wanchun only appeared on one person, and that was the emperor of the spirit race, Wanchun Linghuang.

The power of ten thousand springs is the purest force of vitality, which can make all things multiply and live forever.

How could that kid have the power of ten thousand springs?

For a moment, there was complete silence in the clan territory. At this moment, the elders of the Purple Spirit Envoy and Xing Wu finally knew why Xing Runsong didn't let him make a fuss.

The power of ten thousand springs is definitely much better than the nourishment prepared by the three-crystal lotus algae and Yangxu spring water. With the power of ten thousand springs, the evening star ancient pine will gain vigorous vitality and will not wither or wither.

The power of ten thousand springs has always been what they hoped to find to solve the plight of the clan.

"The Power of Ten Thousand Springs?" After hearing Xing Runsong point out the nature of the aura emanating from Feng Jueyu, the expressions of indignation on the faces of many clansmen suddenly turned into intense excitement and excitement. Doesn't the appearance of the Power of Ten Thousand Springs mean that Muxing Gusong Help?

From the excitement of the crowd to the excitement of the crowd, it is just a word difference, but the atmosphere at the scene is like a world of difference. In the empty ethnic group territory, there are handsome and handsome spirit men and beautiful spirit women. They gathered together hand in hand, forming a strict protective circle, firmly protecting Feng Jueyu and Mu Xing Gusong. In their eyes, that son of the human race who was known for being despicable and cunning, at this moment, in their eyes I was revered like a god in my heart.

Xing Runsong's hands behind his back were trembling with excitement. His fourfold strength and old and steady personality couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart.

The existence of Evening Star Ancient Pine is too important. Not only does it determine the reproduction and survival of the Eldar people, it even determines whether a group is strong or not. In fact, there is one thing he didn't say.

Basically, all the spirit race people have an innate gifted perception ability, which allows them to feel the powerful spirituality of the ancient pine from thousands of miles away, and then pursue them at long distances. The spirit race is a united Yes, although there are various differences in blood, they also cultivate the power of the spirit of the earth and the power of ten thousand springs. A vigorous ancient pine tree that lasts forever will definitely make the strength of the entire ethnic group grow in a short period of time. has been dramatically improved internally.

The growth of the ethnic group and the purity of the blood are the most important things for all the people of the Spirit Race. Even if this ancient pine tree is as vibrant as it was before the Tianyun period, the Evening Star Forest may become another sacred place of martial arts among the Spirit Race. , and may even become the Prosperous Heavenly Gate.

In the empty ethnic territory, handsome men and beautiful women gathered together, looking at the power of Wanchun that lingered in the air and almost formed a miasma, each of them felt yearning and awe. They raised their heads to the sky and slightly closed their eyes, fully feeling Looking at the power of Wanchun, which he had hoped for a long time and was almost about to give up.

Like a grand sacrificial ceremony, dozens of ethnic groups prayed for the ancient pine together.

If Feng Jueyu saw this scene, he might be stunned by the atmosphere of the scene, but unfortunately he can't see anything now.

He doesn't even know what the power of ten thousand springs is. He only knows that this thousand-year-old tree is like a huge suction pump endlessly sucking the true essence in his body. A few years of ordinary people, the difference between the two is of course not the same.

And this ancient pine seemed to have found the source of nutrients. After discovering the spiritual energy of life in Feng Jueyu, it suddenly entangled him desperately, and absorbed Feng Jueyu's spiritual energy of life in an almost crazy way.

Feeling that the true energy in his body was being lost at a terrifying speed, Feng Jueyu's expression changed suddenly. Not only that, he fully realized what it means to die from exhaustion. This old tree is too shameless. He wanted to help a group It, he was not polite.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Jueyu felt that the true energy in the [-] orifice points all over his body, which he cultivated, was rushing towards Lao Song's true essence like a flood bursting a bank.

The true essence of the ancient pine gradually recovered, and Feng Jueyu was also very tired, more than that, the current Feng Jueyu basically released all his true energy, if it weren't for the two energies of life and death in the Hongyuan space The movement burst out a steady stream of true energy to supplement the body, I am afraid that he has already turned into a human being.

"Damn it, no way, if this goes on, even the Hongyuan space will not be able to save me." Although he has the intention of repaying his kindness, he can't take himself seriously. Now he basically has no real yuan in his body. If he didn't stop, relying on Hong Yuan's space to squeeze out that little bit of true energy would definitely not be enough for Laosong to draw.

"Disperse!"

Panicked, Feng Jueyu shouted loudly, the Five Elements Destroyed Realm formed a well-organized foreign realm in his body, and a short burst of divine power blasted out, instantly cutting off the connection between Gu Song and his own spiritual consciousness, and there was no other way. The connection between the two, Gu Song returned to normal in an instant.

The green light disappeared without a trace, Feng Jueyu sat down on the ground, and then fell on the ground with all fours sprawled, unconscious.

"Master Feng?"

The dark moonlight re-occupied the tribe's territory, and everyone in the Lingzu began to chatter. Only Xing Runsong found Feng Jueyu lying unconscious on the ground, and flew over with a cry of surprise, helping Feng Jueyu up.

Yi Bingyan also turned pale with fright, and came after her. Seeing Xing Runsong put his finger under Feng Jueyu's nose to check his breath, she couldn't help asking in a panic: "Patriarch, how is he?" ?”

"Fortunately, I'm not dead." Xing Runsong frowned, obviously Feng Jueyu's condition is not very good: "Mr. Feng's breath is very weak, and he needs to be treated immediately, Xingman, Xingyin, you two come to help. If Mr. Feng gave his life here because of Mu Xing Gusong, how can this old man have the face to face him."

Worriedly speaking, two old men in purple shirts rushed over one after another. At this time, the spirit tribe people surrounded them one after another. They looked at Feng Jueyu, who was lying on the ground, and then at the old evening star pine, which was chattering. of discussion.

The reason why they whispered was because the power of Wanchun restored the ancient pine and there was no sign of returning to life. People were still wondering if it was the power of Wanchun.

And at this moment, the ancient evening star pine, covered with tree vines and growing rare evening star fruits, swayed violently without wind. On the already lush ancient pine, rattans as thick as fingers meandered from the top of the tree. The snakes grew out and covered all the nearby trees at a speed visible to the naked eye. The tangled vines grew rapidly, and strong vitality was radiated in the moonlight.

In the ensuing stick of incense, a group of people from the Spirit Tribe witnessed the miracle with their own eyes. On the top of the ancient pine tree covered with vines, crystal clear evening star fruits grew out of them. The smallest was the size of a longan, the largest was the size of a longan Some reached the size of a fist, and some were even a size bigger than a fist.

The evening star fruit that surrounded the canopy of the tree was more than twice as large as before, and it was a miracle. Under the moonlight, a group of spirit tribe members happily sang and danced, very happy.

Note to readers:

The second update on the 29th.