Too ruthless, I will become a group favorite in the world of cultivating immortals

The colorful clouds soared, and Taoist Yan Ying stood motionless in front of the secret valley of Youlin. His old facial features were like weathered fossils, and he seemed to be in a trance.

It was another fine day, and there were rosy clouds and vines weaving a rainbow over Muling Island.

Mu Angran arranged for him to guard him in front of the woods, and Mu Angran and the others had been in for several days.

It's a forest here, but it's better to say it's a natural tree cave, with many treasures layered on top of each other, such as spiritual grasses that have been around for thousands of years, and bees and spirit insects are slowly flying on the flowers. A good material for elixir and a good helper for cultivation.

He was the only one left here, expressing his emotions clearly.

Yan Ying closed her eyes and stood still like a stone pile.He has excellent concentration, and it doesn't matter how long he stays alone.But he couldn't help guessing what Mu Anran meant.

And in the natural cave, there is a deep valley. It is said that a sacred tree once fell in the deep valley, and the sacred tree rotted, nourishing the entire Wood Spirit Island.

These are all legends, but this place is indeed a paradise for trees, so it is also called Shenmu Cave. It is located on the east side of Muling Island. There are many injured or painful plants and trees here to heal their injuries, and even people come here to heal their injuries. Practice can get twice the result with half the effort.

If it wasn't for Mu Anran this time, Mu Qian and the others wouldn't have been able to come in.

Not to mention the other brothers and sisters, in Muqian's hundreds of years of life, he was fortunate enough to enter here to practice here once because of his meritorious deeds.

So this time, it was Muqian who had a little experience leading the way.

As soon as he entered, doubled spiritual power swept over him, and his cultivation was obviously rising.And the most wonderful thing is that you can clearly feel that the dark wounds and impurities in your body are being washed away.

If you stay here for a long time, the cultivation will probably be very smooth.

This is one of the wonderful places on Muling Island.

And entering the valley, passing through the beautiful and mysterious plants on the outer layer, there is a scene in the center that no one has ever imagined.

Every plant they passed was silent and powerful, even the breeze couldn't blow their branches and leaves, and they didn't seem to be threatening at all, but Mu Qian said that they were the guardians of the Shenmu Cave.

Mu Anran and they are not bad people, so they have no chance to see the aggressive scenes of plants and animals.

So they came to the center of Shenmu Cave smoothly.

Here, a flame burns.The flames burned endlessly, and the cruel tongues licked the plants. The huge trees bent their waists, and their crowns were covered with black smoke. They were obviously not talking, but it made people feel that it was whining silently like a wild beast.

Mu Anran and the others spent several days walking through these injured trees and listening to Mu Qian tell their stories.

"It is said that when the Shenmu fell here, the fire continued to burn for hundreds of millions of years. To this day, the center of the Shenmu Cave is still burning."

"Wood Spirit Island and Fire Spirit Island are not mortal enemies, but Fire Spirit Island and Wood Spirit Island are naturally incompatible. Whenever the owner of Yiwu Island comes here, the trees all over the Wood Spirit Island will always ignite without wind, and they will go out no matter what. No. No one can relieve their pain, only Shenmu Valley can preserve their sanity, so the island owner's wife ordered them to be moved here."

Mu Tingzhi walked among them in a white dress, and she left the white morning glory outside every time.

"Sounds familiar."

Mu Qian looked over sadly, "What does Missy think?"

It was obvious that Mu Anran was the youngest, but it seemed that since the trip to Huoling Island, he had never called her by her name.

Mu Anran looked at those tongues of fire, and it was rare that she didn't have the usual chaotic emotions in her heart, and all those complicated things went away from her.

Her throat moved, and all she could hear was the wailing of the plants.

Desperate, painful, sad, desperate to live...

The silently whining trees hoped that they would deal with them, as if these gorgeous tongues of flame were like poison to them, and they couldn't bear the damage.

Ever since entering the Shenmu Valley, the wailing in Mu Anran's mind has not stopped.

She looked over blankly, "The five elements generate and restrain each other. The name of the island of Tiandu Xiancheng was never given by humans, but was born with it. Wood Spirit Island and Fire Spirit Island are naturally far apart, and it would be a disaster if they get close. "

she knows.

How could she not know.

This is the most important setting in her novel, and it is something she was once proud of.

However, when he came to the scene in person, Mu Anran couldn't help but feel moved.

It's just that from the beginning, the heat in the eyes and the infection of despair in the heart have all evolved into the current calm.

Mu Mengma suddenly said, "According to the legends of ordinary people, there are eighteen hells in hell. One of them was once brought into the eighteenth hell. He stayed there just after hearing the wailing of people in the eighth hell. , never coming back."

Mu Qian was taken aback, thinking that Mu Anran had been given some power and could hear the voices of the plants.

But in general...shouldn't be covered here.

He subconsciously looked over and denied the possibility.

With Mu Anran's appearance, it is impossible to hear the voices of the plants. They lingered here for a long time, and Mu Anran didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

"What's the meaning of brother Meng?" Mu Tingzhi actually asked him, with a smile in his eyes, "I really don't know that you are so knowledgeable, what are you doing when you talk about it?"

Mu Anran was careless and didn't bother to deal with the two people's lawsuit.

She took two steps closer in front of everyone's amazed eyes, and the heat wave hit her face. It was a completely different heat from Huoling Island, and it seemed that it was even more difficult to bear here.

She pointed to those strange and hideous flame tongues and said, "Do you know what those are?"

Everyone looked at her, a little confused.

"Those are the souls of the trees."

"..."

The souls of the trees!

Everyone was surprised.

Mu Zhixin was even more shocked and said, "Everyone knows that the plants on Muling Island only have intelligence and never have souls! How is that possible?"

Mu Angran expressed no expression, "This is Shenmu Valley, a paradise for plants, so they can have souls. But the so-called souls, in addition to retaining their intelligence, will also make them feel the despair of Shenmu's fallen, let them more painful."

These were what Venerable Yinji told her before he left. He never thought that Mu Anran himself knew about this possibility.

Mu Zhixin was surprised, "Is the legend of Shenmu true?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Mu Anran looked extremely cold at this moment, she turned around and saw that there were burning flames behind her, "What do you think they are thinking at this time?"

Mu Tingzhi said softly, "It should be in pain."

Mu Qian thought for a while, and said, "They feel no less than being in Abi Hell at this moment, and they should have no time to think about anything."

"No, because we are here, they are eager for us to save them."

Everyone was stunned.

Mu Anran continued, "But where can we save them? We are in this place, we can only bring them hope and disillusionment, and no one can hear their wailing."

"..."

They all fell silent.

In the flames that filled the sky, Mu Anran lowered his voice, "Brothers and sisters, do you know what I ask you to come here with me?"

"..."

Mu Zhixin replied honestly, "You said you came to comfort them, but I don't think it's necessary."

Everyone else stared at Mu Zhixin.

Don't you see that Mu Anran's mood at this time is not right?What nonsense?
But who would have thought that Mu Anran nodded and agreed with Mu Zhixin, "Yes, we're here to condolence them."

She looked into the flames and heard their sorrow in her heart.

But Yiwu Island Master is only one person, and he caused such damage to them.

"Unfortunately," the color of her dress was dyed red by fire, like blood, "condolences are useless."

Everyone was speechless.

In this situation, no one can say that coming here will not make the plants more painful.

There was a little hope in despair, and hope was shattered again.I think the pain in this can't be expressed in words alone.