Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 487 God’s mighty power (43)

There was a gloomy light all around, and there was a gloomy and terrifying aura everywhere. Linghu Lan had only seen this aura in Guishen, but this place was more simple and solemn than Guishen. Compared with it, Guishen was obviously much newer.

When Linghu Lan turned her head, she could no longer see the exit from which she came out. The surroundings were empty and quiet, she took a step, and the sound of footsteps sounded, which startled herself.

However, soon, she got used to the emptiness, and she wanted to find the secret to clear the level quickly.

Here, time is life.

Walking, walking, with a bang, she bumped into a dark object, which felt like an iron wall, because it was black, hidden in the dark background, it was not easy to see.

Linghu Lan touched it and walked out for thousands of meters, but still didn't reach the end. This seemed to be an endless wall...

She couldn't help feeling creepy, could it be the legendary ghost hitting the wall? ? ?

Just as she was hesitating about what to do next, two voices came from above her head.

"I won, and she didn't realize that she walked around the tree by touching it."

Another voice was very disdainful, "How stupid!"

Another tree?
Linghu Lan raised her head and vaguely saw four eyes shining with a faint light, she stepped back a few steps, got a hint, and when she looked again, she really saw the outline of a giant tree covering the sky and the sun.

This is a tree that stands here as if the world first opened. It is silent, solemn, and vicissitudes. It is different from the vitality of the first tree she saw. There are no leaves or fruits on this tree, only a ferocious posture. The branches have the momentum of fighting against the sky.

"Excuse me, where is this?" Linghu Lan asked.

"Why should I tell you? Anyway, you are going to die soon."

As soon as the words fell, another person said: "Here we come!"

Alarm bells rang in Linghu Lan's heart. Looking around, countless dark night wolves rushed from all directions, panting heavily accompanied by the sound of running from far to near, surrounded Linghu Lan, and grinned at her. The night wolves didn't immediately Attack, as if soldiers were waiting for an order.

Sure enough, the night wolves automatically separated into two rows, and a huge wolf walked slowly with haughty steps, with a person riding on it.

She looks exactly like Nangong Mo!
Linghu Lan was about to be overwhelmed by the suffocating sense of weirdness, but she had no time to think about it.

run!
It was the first thought in Linghu Lan's mind, she quickly took off her hairpin, tied it to a tree, and planned to climb up.

Just this tie is a tragedy.

It seems to be pierced into the iron, and it cannot be pierced at all.

The two on the tree laughed, "Hahaha, you actually want to climb up the Kunwu tree. It's ridiculous. You can't pierce the Kunwu tree."

"Hehe!" Linghu Lan got angry, raised her hand, and shot the hairpin at the tree.

"Ah!" A voice screamed and fell down. A dark little man fell to the ground and disappeared instantly.

"You hurt my younger brother! Boys, get up and kill her." The voice on the tree was furious, and in an instant, there was a chattering sound on the tree.

"Where?"

"Kill her!"

"Kill the monster."

"Go!" The master of the night wolf gave an order, and countless night wolves rushed towards Linghu Lan.

Linghu Lan's heart was trembling, was she going to die?
She forced herself to be calm, took out a cloth package from her bosom, quickly opened it, a golden light shot out from the package, and the light instantly enveloped the surrounding area.

Countless night wolves whined and turned their heads.

The dazzling light made them accustomed to the eyes of the night, and they were very uncomfortable, as if sharp swords pierced into the soul.

Accompanied by countless screams from the trees.

"Ah, my eyes!"

"What the hell is this?"

"This is the undead fruit."

"She is a thief who stole the Undead Fruit from Heaven."

Yes!

People leave their names, and geese pluck their hair!
The immortal tree, a tree that only exists in myths and legends, how could Linghu Lan not pick one of such strange fruits.

　Three shifts

　　
　
(End of this chapter)