Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 614 It’s almost child’s play

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
  hum!hum!hum!
  tread!tread!tread!
  Those who follow the righteous path and conquer demons are regarded as gods by ordinary people; those who follow the evil path and poison the world are regarded as monsters!
  The three major forces of the righteous path: Xuanxin Zhengzong, Tianyin Temple, and Qingyun Sect, all arrived at Wangqing Forest almost at the same time; the master of the demonic path, the tens of thousands of demons from the Yinyue Dynasty, also arrived at the same time.

There was intrigue among the four parties. Although they were divided into two camps, there were also many conflicting forces within. From the leader to the minions, they all had their eyes wide open and could not believe what they were seeing.

Countless people even wondered whether they were hallucinating after being close to the Forest of Forgetfulness and inhaling the Yin Qi emanating from the spring of the underworld.

Right in front of all of them, the nearly endless Forest of Forgetfulness, which stretched for hundreds of miles, had disappeared without a trace.

The woods that had grown for who knows how many years have all disappeared, and the flat land has turned into a swamp, with pools of black mud surging.

In the entire swamp, a villa stood alone, and the yin energy that should have spread freely was absorbed by the trees that connected the sky and the sky, as if supporting the sky.

The trees are unusually tall, filling the land that was originally a forest but is now a swamp, constantly absorbing the yin energy from the springs of the underworld.

In front of the villa, there are several figures standing.

The cute Nie Xiaoqian, the dull-looking Ning Caichen, the scruffy-bearded Yan Chixia, the capable Zhuge Liuyun, and the charming Sima Sanniang.

These people happened to be standing in front of Despair Villa, looking at the building trees that stood proudly in the distance, rooted in the spring of the underworld, and turning all the yin energy in the spring of the underworld into their own nourishment.

Sensing the breath coming from the distance, Yan Chixia immediately turned her head, and what greeted him were vaguely familiar faces.

Especially Jin Guang, the current sect leader of Xuanxin Zhengzong, looked at Yan Chixia and his wife and others with eyes that almost made him burst into flames!
  As the robbed sect leader, Jin Guang already hated Yan Chixia and the others to the core, and wished that Yan Chixia and the others would die in front of him right away.

Otherwise, it would not have happened more than ten years ago that Yan Chixia's junior brother Zhuge Qingtian worked undercover in the Yinyue Dynasty and made great contributions, but when he came to tell him, he became a traitor to Xuanxin Zongzong and was hunted down. !

Jin Guang wanted to kill the traitors now, or eliminate the threat to his position as sect leader, but in the current situation, he had no choice but to let go of this unusually tempting idea.

boom!
  The yin energy accumulated in the spring of the yin world for thousands of years was completely absorbed by Jianmu and turned into his own nourishment.

At this moment, the inexplicable appearance of the building tree also suddenly flashed with colorful light pillars, shooting straight into the sky.

Rays of golden light suddenly appeared, condensed in the void, and transformed into images of dancing fairies!
  The Yin energy that filled the void was completely dispelled, leaving only a faint fragrance.

"Exotic treasure, this must be a rare exotic treasure!" Sensing the breath filling the void, a shout of surprise came from the demonic path.

Ming Xiaoyang and others turned around and saw a figure that looked three-quarters like a human and seven-quarters like a ghost emerged and rushed towards Jianmu with lightning speed.

"Ancestor Duanmu!" The Poison God, the leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who was also in the demonic camp, called out the other party's name in surprise.

This is actually the elder of Wan Du Sect - Ancestor Duanmu!

Looking at his current appearance, he is clearly incited by that rare treasure and wants to take it as his own right now!
  The withered face was full of greed.

"Poor guy." Ming Xiaoyang put his hand on his forehead and sighed sympathetically. He lowered his head and couldn't bear to watch the tragedy that was about to happen.

Bang!
  Ancestor Duanmu rushed a hundred feet away from Jianmu, and his body that was flying continuously seemed to hit an invisible barrier, making a muffled sound. Then, the whole person was smashed out at a faster speed than castration, like a stone being thrown out by a taut trebuchet.

Ancestor Duanmu's withered body fell into the rolling black mud. Before he could turn over, he was surrounded by a group of fire ants the size of a small pony.

Then, a shrill scream sounded!

"This is what you get for trying to get a bargain!" Ming Xiaoyang raised his head and saw his nominal subordinates being devoured by the ants. He commented with regret, "There are good things in front of you. How many people can endure it?" Live, but many people really overestimate themselves and underestimate others.”

"The Holy Lord is right." Mrs. Sanmiao, who was standing behind Ming Xiaoyang, said with a sweet smile. Her eyes were as charming as silk, and her movements exuded endless charm.

After practicing Charming Skill to such an extent, it has reached the point where it is so perfect that it naturally reveals its alluring charm.

"Teacher Jing." Ming Xiaoyang turned a blind eye to Mrs. Sanmiao's temptation. He turned his head and asked Jing Wuyuan beside him.

"This is the Forest of Forgetfulness, right?"

"Holy Lord, this is indeed the Forest of Forgetfulness." Jing Wuyuan replied with a wry smile.

Ming Xiaoyang asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Since this is the Forest of Forgetfulness, where is the forest? Why did it become a swamp!"

Speaking of this, Ming Xiaoyang seemed to have just caught a glimpse of the huge buildings connecting the sky and the sky, "By the way, this can also be called a forest!"

"One tree makes a forest. In the past, I would never believe it. But now, I have no choice but to believe this."

The Ghost King, the Poison God, the Four Sages, the Flower Fairy, Bai Suzhen and others all nodded in agreement when they looked at the trees in the distance with thick roots like city walls, towering into the clouds and full of indescribable momentum.

The branches of this building tree hang down one by one, like a tree, embodying majestic momentum, like a sacred tree descending from the sky.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that a tree makes a forest!

But this seems to have some deviations from what they believe is Wangqing Forest. The ground is a swamp, a tree is a forest, and Yan Chixia and his wife are standing in front of the Despair Villa. This really has nothing to do with their knowledge. There are differences, but there are exaggerated differences.

"Amitabha." I don't know how much time had passed, but the clear and melodious name of the Buddha came out from the monks of Tianyin Temple in the sky, who seemed to have turned into sculptures.

Master Puhong, the host of Tianyin Temple, clasped his palms together with a compassionate look on his face, "The calamity of Youquan in the underworld has been resolved, and the common people have been saved from She poison. It is really gratifying and congratulatory."

"That's what the master said." Qingyun Sect and Tianyin Temple have always been on good terms. Daoxuan Zhenren, the leader of Qingyun Sect, stroked his long beard and nodded in agreement.

It’s not a bad thing that the disaster of the underworld’s quiet spring has been solved like this!
  Snapped!
  The next one, Ming Xiaoyang, slapped himself on the forehead and said with grief and anger: "The Yinshi Youquan is over, where is Moye's sword?"

"Where did Moye's sword go?"

(End of this chapter)