Chapter 1397 Devour

Above the sky, countless dead branches and leaves engulfed the flame body, and pulled it towards the sky like black lightning.

In an instant, it was submerged by endless branches, leaves and vines, and the towering sacred tree wrapped it, as if it wanted to swallow the two of them alive.

Many big monsters and humans have experienced the same scene before, but it is not as shocking as it is now, because the death tree is all directed at one person, which also gave many people a chance to escape, rushing out of the canyon crazily .

"I really want to die." Seeing this scene, Tan Zimo from Zixiao Tiangong uttered a voice, did he give up his life for a woman?

Ye Futian overthrew their Zixiao Tiangong. Although they were on the opposite side, they were indeed very strong and talented, but they wanted to seek death like this.

Seeing this scene, Fan Jingtian's golden-clothed saint also secretly sighed, what a pity, for the beauty?

This feeling is respectable, but why bother to lose his life.

It's not easy to practice, let alone cultivate to Ye Futian's level of talent.

The faces of Qi Xuanzang and his group became extremely ugly, and they couldn't stop it at all, even Xia Huang's shot was useless.

They strode forward and walked towards the Death God Tree. Qi Xuangang slapped his hands out, shattering the surrounding branches, leaves and vines frantically, but they couldn't break through at all.

Yaya stepped on the void, her sword was flying in the sky, and a towering sword array appeared under her feet. Her face was like frost, and the sword pattern in her palm whizzed out, but like Qi Xuangang, it could not be broken, and the severed branches and leaves regenerated instantly.

She was a little reconciled, the sword fell down again and again, but she still couldn't kill it.

"Om." The sound of howling swords came out, and she rushed inside with the sword formation.

However, a wave of Daowei directly restrained her, and turning her head, Yaya looked at Qi Xuangang.

Qi Xuangang shook his head at her, and said, "He is very lucky during this trip."

Yaya was taken aback, looking at Qi Xuanzhang, she knew that Qi Xuanzhang had some special abilities, and had considerable luck. He must have seen it before entering here, and had been calculating the good and bad for Ye Futian.

Moreover, she thought of the death of the Prophet not long ago. In this way, Ye Futian's fate should be very hard, and he will not fall here.

Thinking of this, she felt a little relieved, but she was still nervous, staring over there.

Qi Xuanzang also stopped other people who were rushing forward. Although he didn't know what cards Ye Futian had, he knew that his disciple was very special. If he went in, he would have a chance to survive. To no return.

At this time, Ye Futian's body was buried in the death tree, and countless death airflows and branches came towards his body. Ye Futian's body erupted with a terrifying power of fire, and he even used the flame spirit in the Palace of Fate to With the power of the beads, these dead branches and leaves were crazily burned.

A terrifying field of fire appeared around his body, and his eyes turned into pupils of flame.

At this time, many arms appeared on the body of the statue-like stalwart figure, grabbing Xia Qingyuan who was protected by Ye Futian, breaking through the shackles of the flames and moving forward, continuing to roll towards Xia Qingyuan.

The bones have been buried for many years, and there is still such a strong obsession to survive after death.

"boom."

Ye Futian's eyes burned, and strands of terrifying branches and leaves erupted from his body. In an instant, emerald greenness enveloped the inner space, and there was a rattling sound, and the tree of life appeared on his body, with endless life. meaning.

"Since you want to live, then come." Ye Futian's eyes were indifferent, those branches and leaves sensed it instantly, and in an instant they rushed towards Ye Futian's body crazily, the endless death air rushed into his body, and the death vines also pierced into the world Among the ancient trees, greedily wanted to absorb the meaning of life in Ye Futian's soul.

The ancient tree of the world is swaying, with an incomparably bright sacred brilliance. When the meaning of death comes, it is instantly assimilated and swallowed, as if it is integrated into the soul of life.

Xia Qingyuan, who was protected by Ye Futian, was shocked when she saw this scene. She was already desperate, but she was not sad. She thought they would all be swallowed up.

However, she saw that Ye Futian's soul was devouring the meaning of death in the tree of death.

"This is his natal soul." Xia Qingyuan thought to herself, like a divine tree, fighting against the death divine tree.

Those airflows of death were drawn into Ye Futian's body, and even the branches and leaves were swallowed up and poured into Ye Futian's body. The death tree seemed to have life, and more branches and leaves crazily rolled towards Ye Futian.

Not only that, at this time, the canyon world was shaking violently, and more dead branches and leaves grew from the bottom of the canyon, rolling towards that area, and the scene was shocking.

"What's going on?" Some people who were walking away stopped when they saw this scene, and turned their heads to look at the shocking scene. Countless branches and leaves grew in the canyon under their feet, rolling towards the same direction.

"Could it be that he's not dead yet?" They were shocked in their hearts.

However, how is this possible? Even the appearance of the Emperor's will can't stop it. Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan, two holy figures, were buried by the death tree, how could they still survive.

Zhanyuan, the Supreme Taoist of Zixiao Tiangong, stopped in his footsteps and looked back to that side. He didn't move on, but stared there.

"Aren't you going?" Someone next to him asked.

"Look again." Zhanyuan replied.

Many people from top forces stopped in their tracks. In the void, there was a terrifying nine-headed phoenix crazily devouring the air of death between heaven and earth. Its eyes were cold, revealing a ferocious and hostile aura, and its nine heads looked extremely domineering. cold.

The Jiufeng Clan is a branch of the Phoenix Clan, but they are not tolerated by the Phoenix Clan. However, the Jiufeng Clan has also had peerless and powerful figures, who were incorporated into the Heavenly Demon God's Court back then. Their strength is extremely powerful, and they have always been at odds with the Phoenix Clan.

At this time, this Jiufengjiu stared at the burial space with his eyes, and the meaning of death was too strong. If he could swallow them all, it would definitely be a great tonic for him.

Moreover, if the ancient human emperor who fell like a statue can get his corpse, it will be more perfect.

It's a pity that he can't bear to be devoured by that force.

But inside, something unusual seems to have happened.

In the death tree, Ye Futian's ancient tree of life soul is still frantically devouring the death airflow and branches and leaves, swallowing it into the palace of life. The palace world is occupied, which makes the breath of death flow all over his body, and the meaning of black death flows across his fair face.

In the death-like statue, countless ancient tree-like arms stretched out, grabbed Ye Futian's body, and immediately became entangled with the ancient world tree surrounding Ye Futian's body. The two forces were confronting and eroding each other.

The ancient tree of life and soul is swaying, and the sacred light flows on every part of the ancient tree, as if it can contain all existence in the world.

The two sacred trees seemed to be merging, and the branches and leaves of the ancient death tree penetrated into the ancient tree of the world of life and soul little by little. This scene was like a snake swallowing an elephant.

There is also a stream of death rushing into Xia Qingyuan's body, and it keeps flowing. The air of death on Xia Qingyuan's body is getting stronger and stronger. Ye Futian can only wrap her body with the ancient tree of the world, and even let that force flow into her body. Resist that sense of death for her.

Time passed by little by little, and outside, everyone looked at the extremely strong sense of death rolling, the branches and leaves were all over the sky, and it was impossible to perceive the situation inside.

"The meaning of death is weakening." A strong man said, and many people's pupils contracted.

They were a little puzzled, could it be that Ye Futian and the others are still alive?

This situation made them extremely curious, what happened there?

"This..." At this moment, someone saw that the branches and leaves on the outside began to wither, and their expressions became even more shocking.

The way of death intends to dry up?

What happened?

Yu Sheng has been standing by the side watching all this nervously, and so are the others. Seeing this scene, their hearts trembled slightly, and they were secretly relieved that it should be fine.

That guy can always perform miracles.

Wu Yong and the others were also extremely shocked in their hearts. The longer they got along with Ye Futian, the more terrifying he became. It was nothing more than being in the Kuahuang ruins, but now, in this desperate situation, can they still survive?

The ancient trees are drying up more and more, and the canyon's death intent is decreasing. All the strong people are looking down.

At this time inside, Ye Futian and Xia Qingyuan were wrapped inside like cocoons, and even the branches and leaves of the world's ancient trees stretched out, covering the statue-like figure of death together, swallowing his body little by little breath of death.

However, although he has been dead for many years, his body still contains an extremely powerful way of death. The existence of the emperor level, the way has already been integrated into the body and blood. .

The ancient world tree penetrated into his body bit by bit, entangled it, swallowed it bit by bit, the meaning of death dyed the ancient world tree black, however, the branches and leaves of the ancient tree still wrapped and swallowed it, Just like devouring the Flame Spirit Orb in the Kuahuang Relics and the Emperor Bone of the Ten-Direction God Elephant.

Ye Futian's body seemed to have turned into a terrifying vortex. The ancient tree of the world returned to his body and disappeared. The figure of the Emperor also disappeared, but at this moment, there was a statue-like figure in Ye Futian's Palace of Fate. figure.

At this time, Ye Futian was covered in black, and his lifelessness was extremely strong, and Xia Qingyuan was not much better. The two of them stayed there like two statues, motionless.

The Death God Tree wrapped around their bodies withered rapidly, and the branches and leaves all over the sky were also withering and gradually falling apart.

The dead air gradually dissipated and flowed into the air.

"The dead air is about to dissipate." The people outside were shocked, and Yu Sheng stepped directly into the branches and leaves of the ancient tree, smashing it crazily.

The branches and leaves on these Death God Trees became extremely fragile and would fall apart when blown.

Soon, it turned into dust.

Below, Yu Sheng's body appeared in one place, and beside him, two figures stood there quietly, like two statues.