Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

The Panlong undead tree located in the former homeland of Nantianjing is like a whole living mountain range.

It only exists, and the tree canopy covers the sky. It is only breathing, which makes rainy and rainy for thousands of miles. The undulating roots and the hanging aerial roots are like undulating hills and wooden pillars that support the world. With the branches of this giant tree, it also maintains the circulation of water and soil.

During the day, the sacred tree absorbs all the light, but at night, the leaves of the sacred tree will become dazzling. The turquoise aura replaces the sun at this time, providing light for the many shrubs and plants underneath him—although under the sacred tree. There are no too tall trees, but there is still a rich ecological environment on this land, and all of these are maintained by Shenmu.

But now.

Right at the top of this living mountain.

From the top of the sacred tree that was taller than the cloud, the turquoise aura gradually extinguished.

It was dimmed from top to bottom like a light that was gradually extinguishing.

The Nanhe Tianguan Pass had already retreated to this point. The high-level members of the Baijia Rebel army far away from Shenmu and Su Zhou, who were surrounded by everyone, stood on the top of the 100-meter-high checkpoint.

They watched silently, watching that sacred tree faded the cyan tulle under the silver star and moon light, and the countless flourishing and crisp leaves dried up and turned yellow in just a few hours, and then fell.

It was late at night. After achieving a complete victory over the demon army, the Hundred Rebels did not waste time tracking down the scattered soldiers who fled into the woods in fear. Instead, they closed up at Su Zhou’s suggestion and withdrew from the burning ones. Xinnan Tianjing.

And the facts proved that his suggestion is reasonable-because the huge sacred wood leaves falling from hundreds of thousands of meters high, bombarded the ground like meteorites, smashing the entire city and surrounding hills into pits and pits. .

"Shenmu will fall into a dormant period."

Taking a step forward, Su Zhou walked to the forefront with all the members of the Baijia Rebellion Army, watching Shenmu's eyes. He stood on the crevice of the Nanjiang Tianguan, watching the falling leaves and the wars at the bottom of the tree. The sacred tree, whose traces and bones were all covered, bluntly said: "The sacred tree no longer has the power to provide people with immortality."

"Although I know that this sentence is awkward to say, the lurking careerists among you may be very disappointed-but this is the truth. I have sealed the power of the undead tree of the Banyan tree with the Kunlun secret method. Of course it will not die, but It will also reduce most of the power lurking."

"In other words, there are no more roots of immortality, and no more dragon pill."

Su Zhou's words were plain and plain, just like chatting with friends next door, but no one questioned or denied it.

When everyone saw Su Zhou standing in front of the broken corpse of the devil emperor intact, and the battle traces on the top of the entire heavenly palace were almost as if they had been hit by a meteor seven or eight times, all the master martial artists on the scene had their eyes closed. Tongue, dumbfounded-this is a destructive power far beyond their imagination, even if hundreds of warriors are fighting each other with all their strength here, it is absolutely impossible to cause such a trace.

Moreover, they thought that even if Su Zhou could kill the Devil Emperor, he would inevitably be seriously injured and continue to rescue.

For this reason, Zhou Buyi also deliberately brought with him the holy water that Su Zhou had left when he rescued the wounded soldiers in Taibai Mountain. He thought that this thing would at least allow Su Zhou to hold on until the follow-up healing elixirs were delivered.

In the end, he never expected that Su Zhou had no injuries at all, and his clothes were a bit damaged.

"It's the Kunlun secret method, I used the Kunlun secret method!"

Su Zhou said this seriously with a serious expression on his face. He said that he used the Kunlun secret method to heal himself, and everyone could only believe that. Even among them, many warriors nodded seriously.

Especially when he left after the break, Zongshi Liu, who was entangled with the wood centipede and the Yangyanguang cicada brigade, couldn’t help thinking: “According to Li Daoran and William, this master Su, as the inheritor of the Kunlun sacred tree, has an undead tree that swallows the banyan tree. The secret method of the power of the benefactor, before, he used this to become a great master in a short time."

"Now that the Devil Emperor was beheaded by him, the power of the Devil Emperor should have been absorbed by him...So, this Kunlun dragon descendant, is it necessary to advance to the innate?"

There are not many people who have this kind of conjecture, and this is why a hundred high-ranking rebels gathered together, and also faintly headed by Su Zhou-as a hero who killed the two enemy leaders of the national division and the devil, even Su Zhou It is justified to be the leader of the Hundred Families...Unhappy, don't want to give up power? Wow, it depends on whose fist is bigger!

Naturally, Su Zhou, who can slash the innate, has a bigger fist, but he obviously has no intention of seizing power.

"That's the general situation."

At this moment, Su Zhou simply introduced the current status of the Banyan Undead Tree to the hundreds of people, and told them that the sacred tree will remain silent for nearly a thousand years, and that he is about to leave and return to the Kunlun Secret Realm.

"I don't exist in this world. I'm here this time just to eradicate the demons who use the power of the sacred tree to mess with the common people."

Of course, the talkative Su Zhou did not lie-he does not exist in this world, so this sentence is completely truthful. If someone is misled, it is Yala’s fault and has nothing to do with him: "I should go. It's about a few days later. I don't have to keep me. I have no desire for the rights of the world. I want to come, as long as you don't try to continue to use the power of the gods to cause chaos, I won't wait for Kunlun heritage.

Su Zhou is now beheading the devil emperor, and the momentum of the sacred tree withered to stand up to deter everyone present. If there are villains who want to rely on the power of the Banyan undead tree, they must consider the possibility. The'Kunlun Descendants' who appeared once again came to the world, beheading them.

He doesn't know how long such a deterrence can last, and whether it makes sense, but some things must be done.

At this moment, Zhou Buyi, Li Daoran and Wei Lie were all in the team.

Listening to Su Zhou's face serious, half admonition, half warning, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of unreality in his heart~www.NovelMTL.com~ Is that really over? The calamity brought by the undead tree of the flat banyan... is that over?

Obviously, I feel that it should be a long war, a resistance that will last for more than a hundred years, and I need to wait until I have grayed hair to victoriously resist... As a result, that's it, is it over?

As the leader of the next generation of Hundred Rebels, Zhou is not easy to see in the future. In his heart, there is indeed a mission that belongs to him has been taken away, and he just feels like a soy sauce.

Hero, hero...All the reputation and halo were shrouded in Su Zhou at this time, making his figure extremely tall, and a word of it seemed deafening.

"But really, is it what I want?"

There is a little bit of envy and jealousy in his heart, as a human nature, but after examining his own thoughts, Zhou Buyi exhaled a long breath, then with a smile, stared at Su Zhou who was still exposing his opinions: "No. , I don’t want to be a hero at all."

The hero, the hero, is the existence that will only appear when the homeland is in danger and the peace is broken-‘one time the hero draws his sword, it is another ten years of life. ’Although the description is wrong, the meaning is roughly the same.

In the heyday of peace, in the days when everyone is happy and carefree, there is no need for heroes.

"If you can, I hope that in the future, there will be no need for heroes to appear. I hope everyone can live a happy life."

The white warrior on the temples pressed the hilt of the sword on his waist, and he smiled like this and thought: "But, if it is when someone needs to come forward."

"I will definitely come forward, and I won't let Su Zongshi Academy be more beautiful than before."

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