Chapter 517: Prove This Qualification

This old tree is the guardian sacred tree of the Ziyun Kingdom. In the past, the royal family would come here to worship and pray every year. Unfortunately, after the decline of the Ziyun Kingdom, no one came back.

The altar in front of it is also covered with weeds.

"Even if there is a secret passage in this tree hole, I am afraid that after so long, it will not be able to walk."

Feng Qianwei looked at the situation in front of her, and if she wanted to go out, it might not be that easy.

The crisscrossing tree roots almost blocked the road.

If you want to walk over, you have to cut off these roots. Not to mention whether it can be cut off, this way to the Dead Mountain Range, when will it be completed?

"There is an inner altar in this place, it should have eight colors, it's called the Bafang Altar. Just find it, open it, and we can reach the place where the fetish is."

Zixuan said, this is the place to be found on this trip.

This secret path does not lead directly to the destination, but to the Bafang Altar.

"We are going underground. The roots of this tree are getting denser and denser, and there is no way to continue."

Yun Liangze looked at the crisscross of tree roots in front of him, obviously unable to pass.

The temperature below is also getting lower and lower, and it has already frozen.

Zixuan was already shivering from the cold, the ground was so dark that people couldn't see clearly, so she could only grope all the way forward.

Fortunately, those snakes and worms had been driven out before, otherwise, they would have been frightened along the way.

"How to do?"

His eyes were full of despair. If he couldn't find the divine object, how would he save people?

"Since this old tree is the guardian tree of Ziyun Kingdom, maybe it exists to guard the Bafang altar. Otherwise, you can try to prove that you are the descendant of the Zi family, maybe it will help you."

Feng Qianwei boldly guessed that the spirits in the Ziyun Xuanque Fan would help Zixuan, and maybe this old tree would also help him.

The premise is that he needs to prove his identity, otherwise Laoshu will not help him for no reason.

"Proof? How do I prove it?"

Zixuan knew that her strength was low, and she originally thought that she would need to rely on Feng Qianwei and Yun Liangze on the way, but now she is asking him to help.

For this reason, he was both frightened and felt a heavy responsibility.

Originally, this was also his business, and he was naturally bound to rise to the challenge.

"That's not easy, let's put some blood or something, no that's fine."

Yun Liangze said in an understatement that he despised this royal son who had been pampered all the year round, and he had no good feelings for him.

He appeared here entirely because of Feng Qianwei and had nothing to do with the sixth prince.

"Thank you for letting me know."

When Zixuan heard what he said, he thought that was the truth.

To prove his royal blood, bloodletting seems to be a way.

He took out the knife at his waist, reluctantly gritted his teeth and slashed it towards his hand, the pain spread all over his body, and the wound was burning hot.

"Put some medicine on it!"

Feng Qianwei saw that he was so cruel to herself, the wound was quite deep, as if she was afraid that there was not enough blood to prove her identity.

"thanks!"

Zixuan said weakly, seeing her blood melt into the roots of the tree she was stepping on, hoping for a miracle to happen.

However, he shed a lot of blood, but there was still no movement here.

His heart, like this place, was bleak.

"Is it useless at all?"

"We may have missed a point."

Feng Qianwei said suddenly.

"Not everyone is qualified to find this Bafang Altar, so in addition to proving their identity, they should also prove their qualifications."

She felt that the Bafang Altar was a very important place in Ziyun Kingdom, and not everyone from the Zi people could find it here.

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