The branches of the holy tree hang down in the sky, as if they have opened a curtain of light, covering thousands of miles of mountains, rivers and fields.

However, those branches are young and slender.

It is far less ancient and vicissitudes than the Bodhi tree.

The scent of the holy tree is also hazy, green and ignorant.

He spotted the young man almost immediately.

Then, a hazy feeling arose from the young man's soul.

Friendly, cordial...

Young people understand this feeling.

"He's greeting me?"

"He is curious about me?" The young man was shocked.

Because he knew that this sacred tree was not yet mature.

He is still a sapling!

A sacred tree of enlightenment that already possesses the same power as the sacred Bodhi tree in its infancy?!

The young man's soul seemed to be shrouded in ice.

And he quickly smelled a familiar smell from his soul perception.

A familiar smell involuntarily emanated from that young enlightenment sacred tree.

That is……

"Taisutian...the sacred tree of the demon clan...the smell of hibiscus wood!"

"Empress Taisu Tiannuwa, broke off the treasure symbolizing the vitality of the hibiscus tree from the hibiscus tree, and used the magical power of a saint to bless this holy tree?"

"The alliance between the Demon Cult and the Jie Cult has actually reached this point?"

Fusang wood is the root of the demon clan, and it is also the last bit of vitality of the demon clan!

After the catastrophe of the Lich, Saint Nuwa used her own merits and countless spiritual treasures to nurture the holy tree, hoping to hang on to the last hope of the Demon clan.

Not to mention breaking off branches from the hibiscus tree, even if the hibiscus tree loses a leaf, the saint Nuwa will be sad for a long time!

The young man took a deep breath.

He knew that his mission encountered major challenges from the beginning.

Intercepting teachings is not kind to people's hearts.
Chapter completed!