I don't know why, but I don't want to understand it.

Because now there is no better alternative than that.

In order to avoid those powerful beings who set their eyes on this place, discover the clues inside. Ingres didn't hesitate any longer, and raised his head, a green streak jumping out of his eyes, wrapped around his right hand.

The green streaks in his palm flashed and pressed towards the trunk of the tree.

When Ingres tried to touch his hand on the green tree, the wind suddenly became stronger.

The pan-consciousness of the mainland has already regarded the power of the true spirit in the tree as its "life-saving medicine", how could it be willing to let Angel be contaminated.

The wind blew on the skin, and it hurt like a knife.

Grevu, not far away, was even blown away by this sudden hurricane. Desperately the wound ruptured again, and Grewood forcibly took root dozens of meters away.

Although Grewood was injured, his physical strength was comparable to that of a formal wizard, or rather, stronger than a formal wizard on the non-bloodline side, after all, it was essentially a demon.

According to Grewood's idea, it will all be blown away. Then the shopkeeper, I'm afraid he will also be blown away by this wind, after all, even if the shopkeeper's "core" has been replaced, it is a fact that the flesh is weak.

However, when Grewood looked over, he was surprised to find that not only was Ingres not blown away, but he had not even moved his body, like a hard rock, motionless like a mountain.

Ingres could naturally feel the hurricane's obstruction and rejection of him, and even he guessed that he might be shaken by the wind. When he was thinking about whether to use tricks to reinforce, he suddenly found that the wind seemed to be blowing on his body, and it was not as strong as he imagined.

It's not right, the strength is still very strong, but the essence of Angels has changed, and it will not be so difficult to stand in the wind.

Comparing Ingres with Grewood, it can be seen that the extent of Ingres's physical strength has completely exceeded Ingres's own imagination.

However, Ingres did not have time to explore how much his physical body had changed, and continued to touch his hand to the tree.

The closer you get, the stronger the wind.

But in the end, the whipping hurricane didn't blow Angel away either.

The green streak in the palm of the palm directly touches the bark of the tree. In an instant, the entire Turquoise Tree glowed with an astonishing light, and the light shot straight into the sky, piercing the void!

In this ray of light, subtle green lines connected to Ingres's palm emerged one after another, constantly surrounding the tree.

The changes here have also spread to the distant dark lands.

Sitting on the throne, the rickety figure wearing a totem mask suddenly stood up!

I saw him swing the bone scepter with quick movements, and hit the ground fiercely, and a terrifying ripple spread!

As the ripples spread, there was a long humming sound from his throat.

If Ingres were here, he would have found that the syllables of the totemic mask would have been pronounced: "Don't stand in the way!"

Moreover, the language he speaks is not demonic...... Rather, the abyssal language.

Angel's palm was still touching the bark, and the effect of the green veins kept coming back, and this layer of "tree shape" that shackled the power of the true spirit gradually began to crumble.

Ingres's expression was solemn, because he knew that the continent's pan-consciousness did not have actual thinking, and it did not know that what Ingres was doing now was actually beneficial to the continent, and it would only feel that Ingres was taking away its hope.

Therefore, before the "tree shape" collapsed, before the power of the true spirit began to officially merge with the continent, he still needed to face the hostility of the continent's pan-consciousness.

Since the hurricane can't blow him away, perhaps, a new accident will be born, such as underground magma.

Ingres had already seen the lava pool not far away begin to rise, and even under his feet, there were signs of rising temperatures. In the face of the power of nature, Ingres did not dare to underestimate it.

However, to Angels' surprise, when he was waiting for the ensuing storm, suddenly, the wind stopped.

Ingres had only seen a sudden wind, but he had never seen it, and the naturally occurring hurricane had already blown in front of him and suddenly dissipated.

Not only did the wind stop, but the fiery serpents in the lava pools rolled and the underground magma swelled up, retreating.

Any natural vision that threatened Ingres disappeared, and even the dust and flames that had been blown up by the hurricane before were fluttering and falling from the sky, avoiding Ingres' location.

Now, it's like he's in absolute safety.

It is as if it is the pan-consciousness of the entire continent that is escorting Ingres.

Angel was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter: "It seems that you also understand, what am I doing......"

Before, Angel felt that it might be a bit of a waste to scatter the power of the true spirit on this continent like this. However, it was better than staying for someone else, and he had no choice, so he would follow the message left by that person and hand over the power of the true spirit to the entire continent.

But now, feeling the escort of the mainland's pan-consciousness, Angel has a little self-comfort of "at least not in vain".

Although he knew very well that the continental pan-consciousness would not bring him any benefits, wasn't this very normal, whether it was the continent's pan-consciousness or the world's will, they were all aggregates of consciousness, and they themselves would not have so-called human emotions.

With the active extinguishing of the continental consciousness, Angel can safely manipulate the green veins to collapse the "tree shape".

Because there is no external force to disturb, he can concentrate more on understanding this "green vein".

The green streaks on the green tree, and the green streaks released by Ingres, are all disposable. In other words, it does not belong to Ingres, nor is it the green stripe that comes with his right eye, but the consumables left behind by the person who seems to be Shawa.

When you use it this time, it will disappear completely.

So, Ingres wanted to study the green veins before they disappeared.

Ingres was absorbed in the study, and the continental pan-consciousness circled the scope of the tree into a forbidden place, and even the sound of Grewood's shouting could not be heard.

Even the sound could not be heard, and Grewood naturally couldn't set foot on it, so it could only look at Ingres helplessly in a distant place, and then at the "Eyes of Light" surrounded by purple and white source fire not far from Ingres, and in the eyes of light were the soul of Olucia and the relics of the fire.

When Angel sensed that the green lines in his palms had dissipated, he opened his eyes helplessly.

He studied the green vein a little before, and found that the surface meaning of this green vein is the same as a green vein on his right hand, which is the effect of "bondage".

However, as he continued to study along the "bondage" model, he found that the second data was different.

The green stripe on his right hand was studied in a series of five data, namely: Bondage, Dissolution, Fusion, Passage and Gate.

The effect of the green veins on his right hand was the basis for Ingres to gain the power of the wilderness of dreams.

However, although the most superficial meaning of this one-time green vein left by the man is "bondage", the second data has changed, not "dissolution", but another structure that Ingres has never seen.

Because of the short period of time, it is difficult for Ingres to discern the specific nature of this structure, but the general effect can be summarized as "stable or tough".

It should be used to stabilize the effect of energy.

Ingres was a little regretful, if he was given a little time to study, maybe he would be able to reverse this green vein in the future. However, thinking about it, if he chose not to use this green vein, but instead spent time researching, and when he researched it, it was estimated that countless powers would have entered this continent, and then he would have worried about his life.

......

As the green streaks of Ingres' palm disappeared, the green streaks around the tree also dispersed little by little.

At the same time, every branch of the green tree became a flowing outlet, and the true spirit power inside began to gradually outflow.

The green points of light swayed and flickered, like stars hanging on the branches, shimmering with dreamy brilliance.

The green tree is in its final stages of transformation.

It's like a summer cicada, hiding in the earth for several years, just to sing with your life on a certain summer day!

And the transformation of the green tree also means that it is consuming its own life and blooming at the cost of its life!

The transformation officially began when the power of the true spirit poured out of the branches!

The power of these true spirits, like green clouds and mist swirling on the trunks of trees, is layered on top of each other, sparse and dark, coupled with the flickering of light spots, its beauty is difficult to describe in words!

When a gentle wind blows. These clouds, which seem to drip water, are carried away by the wind.

This process is slow and soothing.

But inexplicably, when he saw this scene, Grewu felt a kind of brilliance that bloomed silently in silence!

The gentle wind and the sound of the blowing seem to be like a beautiful hymn.

Writing and singing, the passing years, and the desire for new life!

......

The wind carried away the clouds and mist gathered by the true spirits and drifted into the unknown distance.

And the misty points of light shook off the branches.

These points of light, when they swept over the earth, were smoothed out at a speed visible to the naked eye, either by visions or during battles.

The light fell on Grevure, and the wound that had ruptured again was restored in an instant, and its complexion turned from pale to crimson. Grewood felt that he had never felt better.

Moreover, Grevu also discovered one thing, the potion that the shopkeeper had fed it before seemed to touch some kind of sleeping power in its body. And this time, when the light came, the sleeping power seemed to have faint signs of awakening.

Grewood is changing, and so is the Tower.

He had almost turned into a puddle of mud, but when the light merged into his body, the body that had almost collapsed before had a strange reversal.

Even his consciousness that was about to escape into the deep abyss was pulled back from the darkness.

The tower looked up desperately, trying to know the cause of the recovery.

He was stunned when he looked at the tall figure of Ingres beside the bright green trees in the distance.

The emotions under the eyes are deep and complex.