In the north in the middle of the night, the cold wind blowing under the two moons was as cold as a knife, and the snowflakes and ice crystals swirled rapidly, like sawteeth scattered in the sky, enough to cut through human flesh and blood.

Standing on the cliff, Diolot's muscular body stood like a hill in the wind, larger than the strongest white bear in the North, and a column of steam rose from his breath.

The scattered snowflakes fell on his skin, and instead of being melted by the imaginary heat, they condensed into a part of his armor, a scale of the solid ice armor.

This winter, it was cold, it was cold, and the heat in the skin and flesh of the warriors was robbed of ice and snow, and only the fluid rushing in the veins and a little heat in the bone marrow remained.

Protected by serpents and wolves, Dalot himself was not afraid of frost and wind, but his black eyes stared at the tribe beneath the cliffs, with childlike sorrow in his eyes.

Cold. This is normal.

Winter is always getting colder and colder, and it may not be obvious in other parts of the continent, but for the northern tribes who have been freezing as cold as a prison for a long time, wandering in darkness and glimmer for a long time, the insignificant difference in each winter is the difference between how much moss and livestock can survive under the frost, and the difference between the life and death of many compatriots.

This year may be fine, but next year, the year after, what about it?

If you want to survive, you must either be prepared early, or be prepared to take the others.

The rocks were scarred by the fierce wind, the solid frost was carved into a craggy shape, and with one foot on the edge of the cliff, the stout man turned and walked towards the silent but trailing warrior team behind him, who was silent but dragging the bodies of a terrifying number of Origin Beasts.

The Great Chief of the Sunset Tribe returned from a winter hunt, and two hundred and sixty Hearts and Professionals above the Heart Light swept through half of the living creatures in the Eternal Silent Ice Field, which was an unprecedented hunt.

In winter, most of the Source Beasts converge, which is the peak period of natural disasters, and at least five different natural disasters will wreak havoc all over the wasteland, wandering like a robot vacuum cleaner that sweeps garbage.

Whether it is a starhail catastrophe that is more than ten days and is like a meteorite, or a blade snow catastrophe that is enough to tear apart a small mountain, it makes all the source energy beasts, including the giant dragon, tremble, and will only stay in the nest ** and wait for the end of the natural disaster, and at this time, the winter hunting team that can calculate the interval between natural disasters will set off, kill these powerful beasts when they are most vulnerable, and satisfy the hungry compatriots in the tribe with their flesh and blood.

Most of them will be successful. Human wisdom and weapons trump the instincts of wild beasts, and although it is certain that a large number of warriors will die, most of those who are willing and allowed to participate in the winter hunt are warriors who have reached the advanced stage of demonization, and even the blessing of the dragon cannot be recovered.

If they live, their power will hurt their loved ones, hurt the tribe - the tribe does not need such warriors, and warriors do not need such themselves.

So before madness takes away the last of their sanity, they will use this last power to contribute.

They died well, using their last strength to provide their families with enough food to survive the winter and the year ahead.

But this time was different, uniting the elderly professionals of more than seven major tribes under the name of Sunset, the Grand Chief of Sunset swept away all the threatening monsters in the Eternal Silent Ice Field, even the three silver dragons wandering in the ice and snow were no exception.

Although more than thirty elite warriors were killed, in the end, there were probably not a few of these powerful beasts left in the entire Aion Continent, and the powerful beasts that could cause an ice storm by breath fell under the great chief's giant axe, their flesh was broken into pieces, some of them were sacrificed to the heavenly dragon on the spot, and the remaining part was brought back to the tribe.

"This time is enough for the children, the blessing of the dragon will last for generations, and our children will grow stronger than us by the flesh and blood of the wilderness."

In the group, a middle-aged warrior who followed behind Dalot said with a smile, bringing up the claw scars on his face and twisting and wrinkling: "With so many prey, it is impossible for the tribe to die again this year." ”

"From this year onwards, never again." Another gray-haired old warrior with a stiff face as if frozen by ice and snow also smiled, dragging the frost sleigh behind him that was at least a hundred times larger than himself, the corners of his mouth curled up little by little, and his tone was full of anticipation: "Those are all very good children, under the gaze of the dragon, they who can survive must be stronger than us." ”

These words led to a series of soft laughter from within the team, in the wilderness, they couldn't laugh out loud, the cold wind, the accumulation of snow and ice, and the dangerous source energy beasts were all threats. But they still want to laugh because they are happy.

A tidal whale swaying in the North Sea alone was enough for all tribes to eat for months, and this time, they brought back mountain-high prey, from whales to dragons, white bears to mammoths.

In the distance, the sentry of the tribe saw the shadow that was slowly pressing, and at first he thought that it was some kind of wasteland beast attacking, and was about to blow the whistle to be on guard, but soon, he realized that this was not a giant beast, but a team,

So he rejoiced in the interrogation.

"The Winter Hunting Team is back!"

"They're back, and they've brought back a lot of prey!"

"The warriors are back!"

The voice was repeated again and again, and soon, all the major tribes knew the news, even if it was cold and windy, there were still black dots on the white frost, and they gathered in groups and went outside the tribe to welcome the return of the warriors.

"As in the past, today the dragon will be sacrificed, tomorrow the snake and the wolf will be sacrificed, and then the hunt will be distributed."

Facing the welcoming crowd, the noisy cheers and praises, Diolot's voice was bear-like, he patted his shield-like chest, let out a dull bang, laughed and said loudly: "Priests, go and prepare the sacrificial ritual, we have brought back the head of the three-headed silver dragon, which will make the ancestors proud of us!" ”

As the great chief of the entire Sunset tribal group, recognized by more than twenty major tribes, and the future Great Khan of Sunset, the majesty of Dalot is absolute, even the priests obey his orders, and in the cheers of the people, the priests respectfully respond, and go to the center of the tribe to begin to prepare materials and build a sacrificial ritual array.

The Great Chieftain, on the other hand, left the crowd and headed in the direction of his own cave.

The main body of the tribe was located in a large cavern in the valley, and there was no structure to withstand the strong winds that crushed the mountains in the north, and Dalot walked through the road leading to his home, and after a twist and turn, he came to a warm crypt that was shielded from all wind by animal skins.

In the crypt, an old man without legs and a hand slowly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the cave entrance.

The old man was so old that his gray hair had almost fallen out, and the wrinkles on his face were like ditches, and his yellow complexion seemed to indicate that his life was short.

But beyond that, there was a mark on his forehead, a hazy mark that seemed to resemble a discrete cloud of dusk yellow, but it emitted a twilight light that filled the entire crypt.

- This is the sign of the Blessed One, which clears the Warriors of the tribe from the symptoms of demonization, and gives the mad people a new proof of sanity, a power that only the most determined Dragon Priests can receive.

The moment he entered the crypt, Dalot felt that the demonization symptoms that had been suppressed in his body had been suppressed a lot, and he came to the side of the disabled old man who had opened his eyes, knelt down gently, and held the other party's only remaining hand: "Abba, how are you now?" ”

"The winter hunt was a success, and although more than a hundred warriors returned to the snow forever, we brought enough prey for the entire tribe to feed for a year...... Even if the warriors go south, the food that the compatriots will still survive! ”

“…… I am fine. ”

In the face of Darlot's concerned and proud words, the old man slowly opened his eyes, he was already close to decaying body, and even his eyes were about to dry up.

But looking at his son, the dragon priest still struggled to raise his hand, caressing the other party's skin and muscles, which were hundreds of times stronger than the source energy steel, and touching his child's cheek.

He smiled lovingly: "Yes, yes, little Dalot has grown up and can lead his compatriots to eat and be full......"

"Abba......

With a call, Dalot seemed to think of something, and he pulled out a glass bottle of icy silver liquid from his bosom, which contained the essence of ice and life that was shaking and forming a small storm.

"This is the blood of the silver dragon's life, and I sacrificed all the eggs and their souls, and there is the dragon's life in them. Abba, drink it, and there's still some of my blood in it, so you can bear it too! ”

The old man raised his eyelids, he stared at the bottle of life essence condensed with a silver dragon and all the dragon egg life essence, and then smiled slowly: "It's really good, such a bottle of essence is enough to cultivate a powerful snake warrior, the big snake will like this sacrifice, he will send down the inheritance, don't waste it." ”

"Abba!" Kneeling beside his father's bed, Dalot couldn't help but let out a low roar: "This is the ...... left for you"

"I'm about to fall into nothingness, my child." The old priest only shook his head slightly, and he slowly but resolutely pushed away the essence of the dragon that had been brought to his mouth: "The voices of the Great Serpent and the Devouring Wolf are getting clearer and clearer, they are both imprisoned on the Dragon Moon, but they can already look at this land...... Dalot, you know, I've lived so long that I've stepped into the realm of nothingness with one foot, how can a vial of silver dragon's blood come back to life? ”

"Although I regret not to see the return of the Dusk Dragon, I can no longer be relieved to see you become a warrior who can lead the entire clan on your own, and I can leave safely."

The old priest's loving gaze lasted only a short time, and soon he closed his eyes wearily.

In the tribe of Winter Twilight, there are three kinds of priests.

The serpent priests were responsible for digging nests underground, performing rituals, and building tribes against natural disasters.

The Wolf Priest is responsible for following the warriors in hunting and fighting, casting enhanced spells, leading charges, raiding cities and armies, bringing death and destruction.

The dragon priests are the most precious, they can prophesy, bless, change the direction of natural disasters, sense the veins of the earth, and dig up the precious metals that the tribe needs...... The most powerful dragon priest can be blessed by the Dusk Dragon, and use the light to purify the cruelty and tyranny in the hearts of the warriors and calm the symptoms of demonization.

The Serpent and the Wolf are both slaves of the Dragon of Twilight, the embodiment of an ancient catastrophe that existed in the Age of the Gods, representing the 'Barren Lands' and the 'Ice of Eternal Silence'.

Dalot has been inherited by the Devouring Wolf because of the ferocity of the battles over the years, and his strength is equivalent to the natural disasters of the Wild North Ice Field, and even surpasses the natural disasters.

"Abba......

Sensing his father's firm will to refuse, even though he already knew about the other party's physical condition, Dalot still wanted the other party to live a few more years.

This warrior, who is stronger than the Mighty Bear of the Mountains and can easily hunt the giant beasts of the wasteland, even moistened his eyes: "The sun is about to go out, and the dusk dragon will return soon, I want you to see that scene too......"

"Child, I will fall into nothingness, just as the day will be extinguished, and we need to face our future, calmly and fearlessly, contrary to the tension and howling of our birth."

Speaking softly, the old priest's voice seemed to no longer come from the vocal cords, but an ethereal soul voice, and the twilight light rippled in the cave: "The inferior Imperial people think that they can keep us in the north with the Frost Pass and defeat us with the advantage of population, but this is only an illusion, we are just showing weakness, reserving strength, and letting peace and enjoyment corrupt those soldiers." ”

"When both the south and the north are hit by the cold wave, we will be the victors."

As he spoke, he held out his hand, and a ray of light was pressed into Dalot's heart.

A light that was not warm but not like cold, like the light of an autumn sunset entering the Great Chief's body, made him feel refreshed, and the slight dark injuries caused by the battle with the dragon were quickly healed, and the symptoms of demonization were also reduced a lot, and even increased his strength.

In the sky, the fluctuation induction in the Sealing Moon suddenly became countless times clearer.

But Dalot held back tears, he knew that it was Abba who had blessed himself with the last bit of the dragon's strength, and he refused to live, but obeyed his own will and voluntarily fell into nothingness.

"Sad, Dalot. If you want to cry, cry loudly. ”

At the last moment, the old man said slowly, his expression seemed to be smiling: "What's the point of patience, crying is not a wound, and I am not an enemy." ”

"Father...... I want to see your truest feelings and appearance. ”

"Abba!"

Sensing that the hand pressed against his chest began to lose its pulse and strength, the strong man took the hand and burst into tears.

The sound of his loud crying even came out of the cavern, and was heard by many priests and warriors who were preparing for the serpent and wolf ritual outside, like a storm, and like the roar of a giant beast, the sound shook the atmosphere, and the clouds shook slightly.

But no one was amused, they all fell to one knee and hung their heads in the direction of the cave - the dragon priest was reduced to nothingness, and the old man who had led the tribe through countless cold plagues had left them, and other sobs and mournful songs could be heard.

If you want to cry, you can cry, and the men in the north don't hide their emotions with etiquette.

When Darlot walked out of the cave, he was holding his father's body in his arms, because fighting the terrible beasts of the wasteland and the imperial soldiers of the south, the old man sacrificed his body to protect the tribe against natural disasters, and his mutilated flesh was lighter than even a larger ice wolf.

Raising his head, the man looked at the sky, gloomy snow clouds rolling, like heavy waves hanging high in the sky, but the vision of the peak of the disaster allowed him to see the light above the sky through the snow and clouds, and the magic moon and the sealed moon hung high in the middle of the stars, shimmering with the brilliance of attracting source energy.

The Demon Moon was brilliant, but the Sealed Moon was almost pitch-black and dim, and it was terrifying in its silence.

Dalot was not affected by the grief, and after a lot of crying, he has returned to normal.

Tomorrow's sacrifice to the Serpent of the World will most likely be inherited, and he will choose a young man from the two major tribes of Winter and Twilight to inherit this power.

The new dragon priests are also about to be prepared, and while the Dusk Dragons will choose the priest that best suits them, the people on earth also need to be prepared so that they don't panic.

Then, he will invoke a natural disaster to crush the gorge that separates the northern wasteland from the Northwest Mountains, so that the forces of the two tribes in Winter Twilight can be completely united and prepare for the coming all-out war.

As for the Dragon Sacrifice of the day after tomorrow, he will offer the First Glory Sacred Rock that fell from the sky, and use the fragments of the sky as a prelude to the unsealing of the Dusk Dragon, provoking the brilliance of the Demon Moon.

For those outside the North, the Demon Moon is actually a kind of consciousness to gain power, and the extra demons will be relieved by them in a special way, so that they can fight for the tribe.

At this time, it is the time when the Sunset tribe is at its strongest.

Everything is clear and no one can stop it.

Unlike their weather-beaten ancestors, who could endure even more hardship than the people of the tribe, these peasants and sons of the brave who had become warlords and new nobles had become new dragons, and they were not the sons of the great dragons, the rivals of the serpents and the wolf.

As long as they find a way to break through the world's largest Yanshuang Xiongguan with minimal casualties, the followers of Dusk can carry this momentum and sweep the entire land.

It should have been a joyful thing, a thing that was eager to try, and the power of the world-devouring wolf was surging around him, condensing into layers of frost that made the light dim slightly, but Dalot's gaze was still long, with a childlike sorrow.

The phantom of time leaped before his eyes, and the strong man saw the past, he seemed to see the natural disaster coming, the figure of his father sacrificing his left hand to protect the tribe, and he seemed to see the expression of his mother tearing open the arteries and pouring warm blood into his throat.

Dalot was no longer afraid of the cold wind that beat against the tower, but he still remembered how his child migrated painfully with his parents to avoid the hordes of ice wolves.

The wind and frost cracked the flesh and blood, and the ears shattered like ice cubes, and even his lips and throat were already necrotic at that time, if it weren't for the dragon priest who used his own blood to rejuvenate all the children, the current Grand Chief Sunset would have died on the desolate frozen soil of the ice field.

Now, although his body is not cold, Dalot's heart is colder than ever.

On that night when he had lost his ears and lips, and could hardly see the starlight with his eyes, the young child had wondered hopelessly whether it was pointless to live, and he could not find out what the purpose of life was.

- Was he born into this world to endure suffering, pain, sorrow, despair, and then die unwillingly?

It was the blood of a loved one, the blood of the mother that regained one's consciousness and waited for the sacrifice of the priest. Dalot thought that the meaning of his life was to fight for his family and his tribe, and he swore and did, and he became the most powerful warrior in his tribe, a source of pride for his father, and a blessing for his mother, who had died in a natural disaster.

But just now, that meaning was lost.

- No, meaning never existed.

Closing his eyes, opening them again, and placing his father's body on the altar, Dalot's black eyes calmed.

- Nothingness is the truth of the world.

There is no meaning in the birth of life, no one is born for anything: the birth of a child has nothing to do with the child itself, it is only the decision of the parents, and the parents pull upwards and trace all the way to the birth of all ancestors, and there is no meaning, it is just the result of the creation of the gods.

The ancient gods claimed that they had created them, but they said nothing, and left their children to suffer.

This is the nature of the world, the nature of all things – a truth that does not sound good.

No one, anything, has to come about. Rather, existence is simply an accident and has no meaning.

But it doesn't matter at all whether it makes sense or not.

The most important thing is to do what you want to do, not to think about what is the point of doing like a fool all day long.

Dalot stared at his father's face at this time, and fragments flashed in his mind: it was still the child's own who stayed by the ice sea and watched his father catch fish all day; As a young man, she watched Tana dance on the snow during the sacrificial dance, her face like a frost elf, and she laughed like a fool; After his first hunt, he suddenly wanted to raise his head and sing loudly on the carcass of his prey, which frightened his fellow comrades beside him.

None of these things made sense, had no value, and were even stupid, but he wanted to.

The birth of life is meaningless, but it gives life its most noble power: thinking.

You can't do many things, but you can always think and try to do it, and even failure doesn't prevent that.

Only people are hit, and they all admit that they have failed, and they don't think about it anymore.

'Thinking' stops.

"Those imperial guys, the humans in the south are also very hard, ordinary people are just the crops of the nobles, and they will be harvested every year, and the demons are burned as firewood, so they have a huge mobile city, and they have a warm fire."

Dalot muttered under his breath as he watched the flames ignite on the altar, instantly setting his father's shriveled body on fire as if it had no moisture.

In the firelight, the warrior clenched his fists: "We people in the north do not burn our brothers and sisters, nor do we exploit our compatriots, we rely on ourselves to survive." ”

"They have locked us up in the North, counting on natural disasters and wild beasts to destroy us, but this is only sharpening our minions, letting us know the nature of this ugly world and strengthen our faith."

Dalot saw his father's body turn to ashes in the flames, leaving only a small mark of twilight condensed, emitting a quiet shimmer. The serpent priest and the wolf priest on the side respectfully stepped forward and put the mark into the box.

Although the dragon priests have returned to nothingness, their power can still bewitch the Imperials, and spread the power of the Dusk Dragon throughout the world.

Gazing at this scene, the man exhaled deeply.

He seemed to hear what his father had said to him in the snowfield during his first hunt.

He heard his father's words.

"Dalot, you are a citizen of the Dragon of Dusk, a descendant of wolves and serpents!"

"What do you want to do?"

The father, who still had two legs and was not so old, asked aloud—it was tradition, and it was an oath, a testament to a belief that a Northerner would have a belief of his own, and would live by killing other lives and taking their flesh and blood for the sake of that belief.

This is the reason why all the people of the North keep asking themselves questions in the midst of suffering, so that they can live with determination, and endure all the pain and despair, the cold and the frost.

It is also the reason why all the Dragon People of Dusk did not commit suicide and return to nothingness in the first place.

And now, Dalot looked up, watching as the ashes of his father's corpse burned out of the air were blown away by the frost of the North and sprinkled across the wasteland.

The sound of the sound seems to shake the canyon and the mountains.

"I want ...... Destroy this world of suffering! ”

The magic moon shines brightly and shines brightly on the world.

On the other side of the earth, the Primordial Ship was speeding across the wilderness.

Two moons hung in the night sky, and the hazy moonlight fell on the earth like a mist.

At the bridge, Su Sun, who had just placed the Burning Divine Wood in his hand in the crystal cabinet and placed it in the hall so that everyone could feel it freely, raised his head thoughtfully, and he frowned: "Isn't there something wrong with the light of the Demon Moon?" ”

[Nothing has been right with any light lately - have you forgotten?] The Holy Days have flickered several times lately, and the brightness has indeed dropped slightly. 】

Master Suiguang stood aside, he stared at this world-wide treasure worth at least tens of billions of imperial coins, and even priceless treasures, and couldn't help but nod in admiration: [Compared to that, I really didn't expect that the miser of Rozelia would give it to you for nothing. 】

"It's not for nothing." Su Sun prompted: "I'm going to make a big fuss on the East China Sea side to cover his seaside capital - this is not an easy job, but it's troublesome." ”

"But I feel like you're jumping on the band." The silver goblin on the captain's seat did not hesitate to point out the contradiction in Su Yan's mouth: "Even if the old man who pretends to be tender doesn't ask you to do this, you plan to do so." ”

"But compared to this...... Professor Svetley, could it be said that there really was a primordial tree in the past of this world? ”

Halfway through speaking, Dawn's tone changed from ruthless debunking to full of doubts, and the expression of the silver goblin, who had existed since the age of the gods and fairies, showed puzzlement: "I clearly remember that only elves have their big trees, and it is impossible for other clansmen to learn this similar planting technique!" ”

She stared at the emerald green life that burned like a flame in front of her, and couldn't help but whisper, "Anyway, I never knew this...... Fantastic! ”

"Of course it is, and you don't know about the World Tree, but it makes me doubt the gods before its fairy civilization."

Su Sun's tone was also full of uncertainty, and he frowned slightly as he stared at the branches of the divine tree that seemed to be burning in front of him: "Anyway, in 'this' world, it is impossible for life to forget the World Tree. ”

But it was evident that, apart from the slight impression of Dawn, whether it was Suiguang, or children like Seneca, Gasha, and Loya, after seeing the Burning Sacred Tree with their own eyes, they only felt 'familiar and friendly', without any instinctive throbbing.

Although Su Yan also knew that at least 80,000 years had passed since all this, no matter how strong the memory in the bloodline was, it would probably be sealed.

However, just by placing it here, the Burning Divine Tree can give a lot of insight and cultivation experience to the entire people on the Chuyao Ship.

All the children who have practiced the Reincarnation Immortal Method only need to stay by the Burning Divine Tree for one hour a day, and they can increase their cultivation speed several times, and the growth rate of the Immortal Leaf Immortal Root is even faster - this is the limit for the child, and Su Sun can bear it twenty-four hours a day, and the vitality brought by the Burning Divine Tree and the strong and mysterious source energy fluctuations can also have considerable benefits for him, allowing him to have a large amount of contact with the aura and inheritance related to the World Tree.

Although ridiculed by Yara as a conjoined baby, the Dao Tree and the World Tree are indeed quite different and very complementary.

The Divine Tree that Su Tian had seen on weekdays, the inheritance of cultivation, most of them were Great Dao Trees, and this time they happened to learn from the other party!

The power of the Burning Divine Tree is so effective that even at dawn, I feel that I am in good spirits, because the slight sense of uneasiness and dislocation brought about by the long sleep is also repaired and gradually healed under the breath of the Divine Tree.

"Not even the wisdom of the Tree of Wisdom is so useful...... The peak power of this World Tree, I'm afraid it's not under the Emperor of Heaven, just such a small fragment of a branch can make me quite rewarding now. ”

Nodding slightly, Su Ri had already written into his daily teaching plan to lead the students to meditate for an hour in front of the Burning Divine Tree every day - with this thing, the children of the Xiguang Association would definitely grow up at the fastest speed.

Especially the 100-level god formation method designed by Su Day, with daily life, sign-in, upgrade, and free welfare packages as temptations, these children are of course full of expectations for cultivation.

We all have a bright future ahead of us.

Except for a distressed alchemist.

[It seems that the mechanical body is also flawed.] 】

Staring closely at the Burning Divine Tree in front of him, Master Suiguang still didn't have any induction or discovery after pondering for a long time, which suddenly made him sound quite disappointed: [Sure enough, can't I be considered a normal life now? 】

[There is no way to imitate the form and power of the Divine Tree.] 】

Hearing this, Su Yan immediately turned his head sideways and looked at the flint master who had regained his flesh and blood disguise and looked like a middle-aged human.

"If you have a mechanical body, you can't be a divine tree?"

He smacked twice, then stepped forward, shook his index finger and said, "Who are you underestimating?" Is it your wisdom, or is it the power of the Divine Tree? ”

"Shenmu can even be a battleship, how can it be that even a mechanical body can't be compatible!"

Saying this, under the stunned gaze of Master Suiguang, Su Sun said in a natural tone: "It's just that you have gone astray, and you plan to let your mechanical body imitate the Divine Tree - how stupid, why do you want to imitate it?" The machine itself is a kind of sacred wood! ”

【…… Yes? 】

The expression on the face of Master Suiguang was indescribable, probably three points of confusion, three points of confusion, three points of confusion and ninety-one points of 'am I crazy or is he crazy?' Such an expression.

But Su Yan didn't care, he just had too deep a grasp of the essence of the Divine Wood, beyond the imagination of these ordinary people, the man stretched out his hand without hesitation, gathered the source energy to demonstrate to Suiguang: "Look." ”

As soon as the words fell, a wisp of source energy began to evolve into many different forms, and faint thunder and wind began to roar in the atmosphere, and the sound of burning flames and the sound of surging tides sounded at the same time.

While Suiguang subconsciously focused his gaze, in Su Sun's hand, the wisp of source energy turned into a small sapling, it had the leaves of flames, the branches of thunder blooming, the water flow transmitted the source energy, decomposing hydrogen and oxygen under the action of thunder and lightning, and the wind made everything move, full of vitality of life.

Later, the earth and metal coalesce into a hard shell, enveloping all of these exposed source energy structures and adding them to the operating system.

When he landed, a burst of vitality appeared in Su Sun's palm: a new spirit plant spirit was shaped by Su Sun in this way, and he only needed to find a plant that could almost hold it, and a new spirit plant was born.

From start to finish, Su Sun utilized more than eight of its completely different energy materials, solid, liquid, gaseous and plasma, including metals.

After showing all this, Su Sun withdrew his palm and took this wisp of spirit back into his body.

The man smiled at the stunned Suiguang and said, "You want to imitate, it's impossible, because the essence of 'Divine Wood' is a special sublimation of life, you are already a life, how else can you imitate?" Just imitate the shape of the least important tree on the surface? ”

"What you need to do is actually learn the energy cycle of the Divine Tree, and then fill your body with the most optimized source energy structure in the Divine Tree, and the mechanical body can also do it."

[But...... Isn't it all talking about the Divine Tree? 】

Suiguang felt extremely puzzled at the moment, even the whistling on the side turned his head slightly, as if he was going to listen to this persuasion: [It's not a divine tree at all......]

"Who defined the concept of Shenmu?"

In this regard, Su Sun couldn't help but turn his head sideways to refute, he shook his head and said, "Can't you become the first mechanical divine tree in this world?" ”

"In the final analysis, the classification of organisms is our own opinion, a one-sided bias...... How could the Divine Tree be such a complex thing? How is it possible that the World Tree, which is the foundation of all things and the creation of the world, can be constrained by the definitions set by humans in the world? ”

"Metallic leaves, silver flowers, can bloom the same!"

At this moment, listening to Su Day's words that sounded like nonsense, but in fact they were extremely in line with the facts, Suiguang suddenly realized, but for some reason, he remembered someone.

That is, the Holy One in the picture books of the Hanging Paintings and the Order of the Light...... The figure of the Light-Chaser Sage.

The same exploitation, the same witty words, the same simple-mindedness, the same kindness to all.

[Professor Svetley...... In terms of erudition, he is much better than me. 】

After understanding this, he couldn't help but sigh lightly, and then lifted his spirits: [This happens to be the reason why I stayed on the Chuyao Ship. 】

However, just when the Suiguang Master intends to reinvigorate his spirit and experience the mysteries of the World Tree from a different perspective again.

Suddenly, an extremely bright light flashed outside the ship.

"How?"

At first, Su Sun thought it was thunder and lightning, but when he sensed it a little, he immediately frowned: "Natural disaster? Someone attacked? This seems to be coming straight to us? ”

But this guess is also wrong.

"That's not right! This is a natural disaster! ”

Soon it became clear to him that no matter who it was, it was impossible to create such a big battle in the wasteland.

Su Yan walked quickly to the window, he raised his head and looked at the double moon in the sky.

The Magic Moon hangs in the night sky, and it doesn't need to be accompanied by the stars, it alone is already shining, radiating a sparkling flame from the inside out.

However, the original silvery-white, milky yellow halo of the Demon Moon was now transforming into a wisp of scarlet red light little by little, slowly but unstoppably.

The holy day, which was originally holy and peaceful, was now dyed with a dark and terrifying light.

In the dark night, the brilliant galaxy that spanned the sky was all captured.

[This, this is?! 】

Seeing this scene, Suiguang was stunned on the spot, his shadow was stretched by the light for a long time, and then he gasped: [Demon Moon! The Demon Moon is about to begin! 】

[The light of the blood moon is about to invade the world...... Everyone, remember to take precautions! Otherwise, those who do not have demonic disease will get demonic disease, and those who have demonic disease will get demonic disease...... It is equivalent to running wild on the road of death! 】

"All the children, go back to their rooms! You can't come out without permission, and I'll deliver the dinner myself! ”

Su Yan shouted, but he didn't plan to leave.

This was the first time he had seen the Demon Moon erupt, and at this moment he could only stare out the window at the moon that was gradually turning blood-red, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Moon...... The theoretical source energy amplifier, its entity is currently completely unknown, but every time it erupts, it will bring a terrifying wave of national magic power,

Tens of thousands of born people will be infected by demonization at the beginning of their birth, and thus embark on the trajectory of their destiny.

Su Yan didn't stay in the Chuyao ship at the moment, he directly asked Dawn to open a convenient door for himself, and came to the hull deck at the first time, so that he could observe the information more realistically.

The man looked up at the red moon.

He keenly sensed that there was a faint resonance from the Burning Divine Tree located inside the battleship, which was so faint that even other immortals could not feel it except him.

That's because the breath of the Great Avenue Tree stays on the body, which leads to an extremely low frequency resonance!

"Sure enough, the World Tree has something to do with the sun and moon of this world!"