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Chapter 523 The Birth of the Divine Tree 3
King Xuan Cang was silent for a long time and looked at the Flower God.

"Miying, I want to ask you, if you really recover your memory, can you give me an explanation?"

The flower god sighed helplessly.

"Okay," the Flower God finally agreed, "I promise you, if I really recover my memory and know the reason, I will definitely give you an explanation, but I want you to promise that no matter why, as long as I tell you, you must return to the demon world. If you continue to stay here and harm innocent people, I will never forgive you, nor will I forgive myself."

The reason why she had been unwilling to see him and did not want him to continue to insist on this was because she was worried that even if she gave him the so-called explanation, she would still not be able to persuade King Xuan Cang.

She was about to lose her soul and completely dissipate between heaven and earth, but if she brought disaster to so many innocent people because of her fault, she would feel really guilty.

She used to be the goddess of flowers, and her duty was to maintain the order of flowers and plants between heaven and earth, as well as to maintain the order between heaven and earth. This was her duty as a god, and she could not bring harm to all living things because of her own selfishness.

But no matter how she explained, King Xuan Cang refused to give up.

When King Xuan Cang heard the words of the Flower God, he roared angrily, and his huge body turned violently several times in the air.

This is important, that is important, why in her heart, everything is important except him! Does she have a heart? Does she have a heart?

King Xuan Cang was furious, but facing the only chance at hand, he had to compromise, "I promise you."

The next moment, he swung out a long tail and directly rolled up Qing Ju and the others. The next moment, he appeared at the place where the strange phenomenon occurred.

It was a lake that looked like the rising red sun.

The mirror-like smooth surface of the lake was shrouded in a ball of red light, as if it was endless with no visible boundaries.

Qingju, Liu Shuangyue and the little rabbit were thrown to the ground. The little rabbit immediately jumped into Qingju's arms and rubbed her worriedly, as if she was afraid that she would get hurt. Qingju rubbed its head and whispered, "I'm fine. Do you know this lake?"

"The lake didn't exist before, and it's not as big as it looks here." The little rabbit turned his head to look at the lake, then quickly turned his head away: "I can't look at it, my eyes hurt."

As it spoke, the two rabbit ears drooped down, covering its eyes.

Qing Jue held her up and Liu Shuangyue came over at this time, her face a little pale: "This aura is really too uncomfortable. It's probably because I'm practicing magic. I feel suppressed and can't even stare at that place."

Qing Jue looked at the lake, but felt nothing, and even felt warm.

The Flower God also flew over and explained to them, "The sacred Fusang tree is the habitat of the three-legged golden crow. It is stained with the most yang and fiercest true fire in the world, and it counteracts all evil spirits. If you can't resist it, don't go forward."

Qing Ju hurriedly threw the little rabbit in his arms to Liu Shuangyue, "Stay away first, don't get affected."

Liu Shuangyue and she already had a tacit understanding, so after hearing what she said, he didn't hesitate, but picked up the little rabbit and left.

As the Demon Lord, King Xuan Cang should be incompatible with the aura of the sacred tree, but at this moment he was hovering in the air motionlessly, with no intention of leaving at all.

Qing Hua: "..."

This is to monitor them, so that they don't play tricks. I never thought that the Xuancang King, one of the demon lords, would be such a love-minded person.

Qing Ji shook his head helplessly and said to the Flower God: "The aura here can't affect me. I can go in and try it first. What about you? Do you want to go with me or stay here?"

The flower god immediately surrounded her and said, "I will go with you. My true form is a ying tree, and I am also a flower and tree spirit. Even if I cannot persuade the sacred tree, it will not harm me."

Qing Ji nodded, "Okay."

Qing Ju looked up and said to King Xuan Cang, "King Xuan Cang, we are going in now. We need you to stay here and guard us."

King Xuan Cang struggled for a while, but still agreed. Even though he wanted to go in together, he knew that the birth of the sacred tree was God's will and he could not interfere.

Qingjue walked towards the lake.

The red light covering the lake was actually more like a barrier. Qing Ju originally thought that she would be blocked when she walked over, but unexpectedly, she actually passed through the barrier and walked in.

This is……

Before Qing Jue could think about it, she felt dizzy and was sucked into a whirlpool before she could see anything. When she opened her eyes again, she was already standing on the sea.

Yes, she was surrounded by endless sea, the azure blue water was as calm as a mirror, completely reflecting the blue of the sky without even a cloud.

She looked towards the end of the sea, where there were two giant trees entwined with each other. The trees almost touched the sky, and the red leaves intertwined into a huge semicircle, like a red sun hanging above the sea level.

Is this the sacred Fusang tree?

But why does it look so familiar?

Where has she seen it?

Qing Ji's head suddenly felt like it was pierced by needles. She had clearly seen it before, but she couldn't remember it at all. What on earth was going on? Why was it like this?

She didn't have time to think and ran quickly towards the sacred tree. There was not even a ripple on the sea level under her feet. She kept running and running, but it seemed that no matter how much she ran, she could not get close to the sacred tree.

Suddenly, the originally blue sky seemed to have a hole in it, and a chaotic gray color surged in, blurring Qing Ju's vision in an instant. She tried hard to see what was happening, but she couldn't see clearly. She could only hear the sounds of countless fighting, the sound of arrows, and the sound of trees breaking.

I don’t know how long it took, but the world finally calmed down again, and the gray aura slowly dissipated, but the world also turned into a grayish-white color.

She was actually very close to the sacred tree.

But what she saw was the sacred Fusang tree broken in half and uprooted, its leaves covering the surface of the sea, withered one by one.

Qingjue walked forward step by step on the leaves, tears falling uncontrollably.