Chapter 0710: Illusion of Tree

Not long after the boat left the shore, when I looked at the flames on the island, I could no longer see the majesty and majesty in the night. It was just an ordinary fire, not even as eye-catching as the self-propelled flat-bottomed boat under Mu Xingqiu's feet.

The boat sailed on the black sea, like a feather drifting with the waves, almost calm. The deep water was like a semi-solidified gel, quietly waiting to melt, as if it would swallow the boat and the people on it at any time. Down.

Mu Xingqiu stood alone on the boat, facing the island, looking at the lost magic flames and the many blank and frightened eyes. The flames in the hearts of the islanders were burning more and more. This was the power accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years. A spark can explode. Mu Xingqiu held such a spark in his hand, but he still didn't throw it out. He needed to know more truth.

Under the guidance of a warm feeling, his fingers slowly traced across the black bark. What he traced looked like words and patterns, but he didn't recognize any of them.

The "ancient god" in the fire clearly knows human language, so why does he have to play such riddles? Mu Xingqiu was confused, but he continued to move his fingers on the bark. When he was about to move to the end, he suddenly realized that this was actually a talisman, a spell that was about to take effect.

As the boat got further away from the island, the spell's confinement weakened. Mu Xingqiu was able to fly, but he still stayed on the boat, waiting for the spell on the bark of the tree and remaining vigilant.

The bark of the tree suddenly burned, and the flames quickly spread to Mu Xingqiu, then the boat, and then the sea... Mu Xingqiu remained unmoved, knowing very well that this was just an illusion.

The islanders who stood on the pier and watched only saw a small boat carrying a Taoist priest gradually going away. Shen Da stood still as if he was holding back his urine and repeated the sentence quickly, "Oh, Ye Lin." Town, oh, my wife ran away..."

In front of Mu Xingqiu's eyes, the flames gradually disappeared. He saw a tree. It was not very tall. It was very similar to the fire tree on the island. It had a straight trunk, well-defined branches, and not many leaves. Each piece was green and full, and shiny. Light, crisp, and full of amazing vitality. The tree was growing, and soon it surpassed the tallest fire tree on the island - the fire tree was destroyed every five years. What Mu Xingqiu saw was what they looked like when they had the chance to grow.

The tree is getting taller and taller, and its growth rate is also accelerating. It seems to be out of control, its shape is ever-changing, and it is no longer similar to the fire tree. The leaves are sometimes bigger and sometimes smaller, and the branches are sometimes more and sometimes less. However, no matter how it changes, it is nothing like those real willows. Pines, cypresses and other trees are all different.

After dozens of changes, Mu Xingqiu finally recognized that this was the Nebula Tree on Wangshan Mountain. Nebula trees have no fixed shape, and each tree has its own characteristics. Mu Xingqiu saw it with his own eyes at Wangshan. When the tree seeds fell, he was convinced.

Nebula trees come in many different shapes, but their seeds are all the same.

The changes stopped, the seeds floated in groups, and the space was vast enough. They did not kill each other like they did in Wangshan, but politely gave way and flew as far away as possible.

Many animals came from everywhere, first looking at the tree seeds in horror, and then feverishly grabbing the tree seeds.

The tree species does not run away, but actively faces the devourer.

The animals that were the first to grab the tree seeds were deformed, with their hind legs erect and their hair reduced, becoming more and more like humans.

This is the birth of the demon clan, Mu Xingqiu thought.

Sure enough, in order to snatch more tree species, the newly born demon clan began to practice various techniques, which were vaguely consistent with the content of the demon king's dharma. As the demons grew stronger, they monopolized the tree species in the air, treating them as their own exclusive food and preventing other animals from approaching.

The demons themselves are also dividing. The small group of demons that devour the most tree species have grown into fully human forms, while other weaker demons have retained some animal forms. They will become a new race in the future - the demon clan. .

The illusion is accelerating, and a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. The demons are evolving. They once had a long civil war. In the end, all parties were exhausted, so they invented a method to allow the demons to communicate better, and even Become a whole.

Mu Xingqiu remembered this technique. He was accidentally controlled by this technique when he was fighting the Demon Mountain.

The demon clan as a whole still has thousands of forms. Although they can only exert the power of the strongest when casting spells together, their strength still reaches its peak due to their exclusive use of tree species, and they can successfully conquer the demon clan that has multiplied and expanded. , fighting those huge alien beasts everywhere. Dragons, basalts, giant elephants... fell one after another until the species became extinct.

The demons' conquests have no end, and their fear of losing power has never disappeared. Their eyes finally turned to the tree: Instead of working hard to protect and monopolize the tree species, why not destroy the tree? Without trees, there would be no seeds. Without seeds, there would be no coveting and competition. You would never have to worry about the consequences of any oversight.

The idea of ​​the demons was figured out by Mu Xingqiu himself. He only saw the demons spinning around the tree and lost interest in the battle.

The tree was already very tall, blocking out the sky and the sun, and its roots were intertwined. One night, a bolt of lightning in the sky struck an exposed root, and the root caught fire.

The fire was quickly extinguished, but the root turned into charcoal, separated from the main tree, and was thrown out as waste by the demons.

A thin demon slave held the tree root and walked out of the demon territory. He passed the garbage dump but did not stop, but kept walking forward. The tree root turned from black to red, but he refused to let go and instead hugged him tighter. , two monsters on the road saw this scene, followed him, stretched out their hands to help him hold the roots of the tree.

In a desert, tree roots were burning, and three monsters held hands and merged with the flames.

The Daoist tradition was born.

The first three ancestors were actually three demons, which surprised Mu Xingqiu.

The three ancestors fled in panic, but eventually fell into the hands of the demons.

The demons did not kill the three demons, but were very interested in the new method they created and allowed them to spread among the demons.

At that time, the gap in strength between the two sides was huge. The demons regarded the three ancestors as playthings without threats. Their eyes were still fixed on the tree, hesitating between destroying it or not and how to destroy it.

The three ancestors accepted the first batch of demon disciples. Unexpectedly, practicing the inner elixir destroyed the tree seeds in these disciples. Some disciples refused to practice again, some disciples collapsed, and some disciples did not want to touch the seeds again after successfully condensing the elixir.

The demons finally realized the danger, and the three ancestors fled with their disciples in advance. At this time, the inner elixir of the three ancestors was already quite powerful, enough to fight a small number of demons, but they still fled to the most remote place and hid for thousands of years.

The battle between Taoism and demons began. The three ancestors and their disciples were few in number, but each of them was powerful. The demons always underestimated the enemy. They had decided to destroy the tree and were concentrating on studying the method of destruction. They did not pay enough attention to the dangers from the outside world. The troops they sent out were defeated one after another. The small number of demons and the large number of armed monsters were no match for the Taoism.

The final decisive battle took place under the tree. The tree had grown to several thousand feet high, and its canopy covered an area of ​​hundreds of miles.

The war lasted for seven days. The blood of Taoists, demons, and monsters stained the entire land, but the demons still had an absolute upper hand. As long as the strongest person was still there, the demons would not weaken no matter how many casualties they had, not to mention the assistance of the monster soldiers. The Taoism was losing one less person, and its strength was reduced by one point.

At the most critical moment, the nebula tree, which had never directly intervened in any affairs, suddenly exerted its strength. The endless blood gave it enough strength to finally launch a fatal attack.

The nebula tree sucked out the seeds in the demons' bodies - they had long been called demon seeds.

The Taoist sect turned defeat into victory, the demon tribe fled, and only weak bodies were left of the demon tribe.

The Taoist sect, which had just won the victory, inherited the will of the demon tribe. They obtained the initial power from a burning tree root. The tragic victory reminded them that the strength of the Taoist sect was far from enough. There was only one way to gain more power: the Taoists cast a spell together to ignite the Nebula Tree...

The illusion suddenly turned at this point, and the burning tree stretched out a tender branch and sent it to Mu Xingqiu.

How did the burning Nebula Tree get moved to an island? Where did the large number of Nebula Trees in Wangshan come from? Why can't the seeds create demons anymore, but can only form ice monsters? How did the Taoist sect develop step by step afterwards? Are those demons who lost their seeds the humans of today?

Mu Xingqiu had many doubts, but they were all things that happened after the Nebula Tree was burned, and the illusion could not provide an explanation.

The illusion disappeared, and Mu Xingqiu looked down. A thin branch actually grew on the charred bark, no more than three inches long, with two teardrop-like leaves on top.

"Why me?" This is Mu Xingqiu's biggest doubt. He is not the only disciple of the Mind Department in the past and present, and his strength is not the strongest in the Dao Sect. Even after so many things, he did not regard the Dao Sect as an irreconcilable enemy. The Dao Fire is still his belief. The most important thing is, why does the Nebula Tree think that he will not betray like the demons and the Dao Sect?

Are the illusions shown by the Nebula Tree real? Did the Taoists burn the Nebula Tree that once helped them just to gain more power?

As the truth unfolds bit by bit, it becomes more and more unpredictable.

"The origin of the Dao Fire." Mu Xingqiu remembered some words said by Fangfang's soul. He saw the origin, but he was not excited at all.

With a light bang, the boat docked. The night was still the same. The illusion only existed for less than half an hour.

Mu Xingqiu raised his head and saw a crow flying over his head, which seemed to be laughing hoarsely at him. He turned around and saw that the shore was full of fully armed soldiers. Behind the soldiers, there stood a wooden platform. The Fire Tree King stood on it, holding a black wooden sword in one hand and a mirror in the other.

There was also a woman kneeling on the platform.

The black wooden sword was placed on the woman's neck. The Fire Tree King said, "You think I know nothing and that you can easily take everything from me."

The sword suddenly turned red, and the woman screamed, and her head fell to the ground.

"Hand over the bark, it belongs to me." The Fire Tree King ordered.