Chapter 629 Spirit Pond

"Clang!"

Accompanied by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Situ Hua saw the monster that had captured him flying away without a care after leaving him behind.

"It's you. I didn't expect you to be alive."

Just as Situ Hua was about to look around, he heard a surprised voice.

As these words fell, Situ Hua saw a familiar green-robed monk on a stone platform not far from him, looking at him with a look of astonishment.

This person was the one who had competed with him for the sixth-level spiritual medicine Golden Phoenix Fang.

"Sorry, I'm disappointed, fellow Taoist. I don't know where this place is, and why I can't mobilize any of my magic power?"

Hearing this, Situ Hua grinned and said with a smile.

"Humph, your methods are indeed superb. I'm afraid you discovered the arrival of the eagle-faced puppet first that day."

Hearing this, the green-robed monk snorted coldly and said with an unhappy look.

"Eagle-faced puppet?"

"Yes, those monsters in our eyes are not living creatures, but puppets.

It is precisely because of this that we can ignore the prohibitions against flying.

As for the chains that block our cultivation, even if Ning has cultivated the way of the physical body, he still can't do anything.

What's more, now our magic power is still sealed up."

Perhaps because we are both wanderers in the world, the green-shirted monk couldn't help but sighed when he said this, and continued.

"Did you see the wooden stele on the stone platform where you are? This thing seems to allow our souls to enter a wonderful place.

According to the wooden stele, if we want to leave here, we need to comprehend the artistic conception contained in the stele.

Use this way to make a dead tree sprout.

Ning estimates that the tree may be related to the Jianmu branch.

But..."

At the end, the monk surnamed Ning couldn't help but sigh.

"I thought that I could obtain a lot of natural treasures in this secret realm, but I never thought that I would be trapped here now.

If no one can obtain the artistic conception contained in this stone tablet, I am afraid that you and I will be trapped here for the rest of our lives."

As these words fell, the monk surnamed Ning simply stopped talking, but sat cross-legged and placed his palm on the wooden stone tablet in front of him.

Seeing this scene, Situ Hua wanted to ask something else, but suddenly his eyes condensed slightly.

The moment the palm of the monk surnamed Ning fell on the wooden stone tablet, a ray of green light rose from the iron chain that bound the master.

The green light contained a faint vitality.

This vitality did not come from the monk surnamed Ning himself, but from the other end of the iron chain, that is, the stone platform.

Seeing this, Situ Qing frowned slightly and looked into the distance immediately.

In front of the stone platform, there was a huge pool of water like clouds and mist.

The thick mist made Situ Hua only see the stone platforms on the left and right sides. Looking far away, he could not see anything.

Thinking of this, Situ Hua hesitated for a while and immediately put his palm on the wooden stele in front of him.

"Shua!"

In an instant, his mind was infinitely pulled out at this moment.

When he woke up, he saw a giant tree that seemed to occupy the whole world at a glance, appearing in front of him.

"Jianmu!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Situ Hua's pupils shrank suddenly.

From then on, he felt the endless vitality of the tree, like a landslide and tsunami, rushing towards him.

"This is different from what the monk surnamed Ning said."

After a while, Situ Hua said in his heart.

However, these words had just fallen.

He saw a huge gap suddenly appear in the originally blue sky. In the gap, there was a sword light like annihilation, flying from the sky, and slashing on Jianmu.

Under this extremely sharp sword light, Jianmu, which was originally like the whole world, was directly split into two amidst the roar.

Moreover, because of the remaining sword light, cracks appeared on the remaining Jianmu.

These cracks continued to spread until they finally spread to the entire tree like a spider web.

In this process, as the annihilation on the black sword continued to erode, a surge of vitality also continued to emerge in this process.

Until the end of the mutual destruction of the two, the sword light representing annihilation was completely shattered, and the Jianmu, which was originally emitting vitality, was also torn apart in withering.

"Buzz!"

After everything dissipated, only a dead branch fell from the air and appeared in Situ Hua's hand.

"You don't really want me to revive this dead branch into a complete Jianmu, do you?"

Looking at the branch in front of him, Situ Hua's face darkened, his eyes became extremely complicated, and he had the urge to curse.

Although the scene just now was like a glimpse, it took root in his mind the moment it appeared.

He saw clearly that the sword light representing annihilation had a demonic aura condensed to the extreme.

The power of that demonic aura seemed to exceed that of the Demon Lord in the Cave Void Realm.

So, the reason why Jianmu was destroyed was because of the demonic calamity.

"It's just that I am a demon myself. If it weren't for the practice of the Niyuan Jue and the Nine Changes of the Spirit Yuan, I would not be able to survive.

It is impossible to condense the human body.

Now, I still want to understand the artistic conception that represents the power of vitality, so as to save the dead wood in front of me.

I'm afraid that once I reveal my true origin, I will be sucked dry by the stone platform beneath me. "

Thinking of this, Situ Hua looked at the chains that bound his steps, feeling frightened and frightened in his heart.

He is a demon. Devouring is his instinct. Saving lives and healing the wounded is not his specialty at all.

But now, he must learn to save lives and heal wounds.

this.

"I wonder where the Lord is now. Was he brought here by the eagle puppet?"

Thinking of this, Situ Hua couldn't help but look around.

Although he knew that there was heavy fog in front of him, there was still a trace of expectation in his eyes.

In his opinion, his hope of understanding was extremely slim, but Ji Yi was completely different.

This ruthless master of his was able to understand the incomparable skill of the Nine Transformations of Lingyuan just by reading the fragments of the Ni Yuan Jue, and was able to complete his realm after becoming a god.

If you were here, you would definitely be able to understand the artistic conception needed to revive this dead tree.

"If that doesn't work, we can just arrest that guy Situ Qing.

Although this guy has a lot to say, he may be able to come back to life from a corpse that has been dead for more than two thousand years.

Thinking about it, it is also suitable for understanding the Tao contained in this wooden tablet. "

After thinking about it for a while, Situ Hua let out a long sigh and could only bite the bullet and start to understand.

He didn't know where Lin Yi and Situ Qing were at the moment, but if he wanted to get out of trouble now, he could only choose to believe in himself.