Uchiha Madara pushes the heavens

Chapter 114 is approaching (Fifth update, sorry, it's a bit late.)
Just when Madara looked at the miraculous little tree behind the tree wall in amazement, the sea-like brilliant glow, without the cover of the tree wall, spread to this side from the place where the little tree was.

Shenxia flowed slowly, glowing with intoxicating brilliance. Although this scale could not be said to be overwhelming, it still occupied more than half of this small space.

It seems that Madara is inevitable.

What's more, as the glow overflowed, the trees near Madara wriggled crazily as if they had taken a huge tonic, wishing to fill up the empty space immediately.

The spherical defense formed by Madara's Shura fire field was hit several times in a short period of time. Under the huge pressure, it shrank again and again, almost unable to support it.

"Shenxia condensed by the power of life?" Madara looked at the slowly flowing stream over there, with a shocked look in his eyes.

The vitality there is already so thick that it becomes liquid.

The surface of the creek is constantly transpiring the breath of life, they exude a charming halo, ethereal like smoke.

This is extremely extravagant for seriously injured people. If they can soak in it, no matter how serious the injury is, they may be able to recover.

However, the life force here has the woody nature of the sycamore tree. If it is really put into a seriously injured person, not only will the life not be saved, but it will also turn into wood and die directly.

After all, these massive life forces are condensed and absorbed by the big sycamore tree after endless years, so they will naturally be contaminated with its breath.

Moreover, Madara suspects that the essence of that small tree is also the power of life.

This is terrifying, it is so terrifying to condense into a liquid, wouldn't it be even more amazing to condense into a solid?
However, there is still a big difference between the crystal-clear little sycamore trees and the flowing clouds.

On the small sycamore tree, there are countless small symbols and patterns, circulating strange dense power, which cannot be penetrated by low-level warriors.

Just now, Madara just glanced at the intricate lines on the tree as thin as ants, and he had a splitting headache, feeling as if a red-hot iron rod was stirring in his mind.

Therefore, for the little sycamore tree, it can no longer be simply regarded as a collection of life force, but an extremely cherished spiritual treasure of heaven and earth.

Soon, cracks began to appear in Madara's spherical defense, those trees were too crazy, even if the essence of Shura's flame was much higher than that of the trees, they couldn't stop such an onslaught.

"hiss!"

A slender opening appeared above the defense of Shura's flames.

Then, countless wood buds got in from it, and they scrambled to be the first, like madmen.

Madara watched this scene calmly, he was already prepared.

When the wood buds got in, silver space runes had already gushed out from his body.

Although, Madara has not been able to confirm whether there is a hidden hand left by the golden body in the rune, but when it comes to the critical moment, it must be relied on.

At the same time, a stream of silver runes also appeared next to the beautiful and resplendent tree.

spot!He actually planned to go deep into the tiger's den and go directly to Xiaoshu's side.

If someone else was here, they would be speechless in shock.

Madara was too courageous, he approached directly without knowing all the characteristics of the little tree.

But if not, what other options are there?
After exhausting all my efforts, my body was almost exhausted before the treasure was born, how could I shrink back?
Madara is not a reckless person either, he has always made plans before acting, and before breaking through the dark tree wall, he carefully thought about what might happen later.

He also considered his abilities and shortcomings.

If it really came the time to go all out, he, known as Shura, would never hesitate.

The silver rune expanded, and Madara's figure landed next to the little tree. At this moment, he could reach this sacred tree.

However, at this time, a terrible shock happened to Madara.

As he approached the tree, Madara realized that he still underestimated this terrifying life force.

When he walked through the void and walked out of the silver rune, his thinking became slow, and what usually took only one second to figure out now took ten seconds.

Moreover, his feet began to stiffen, and his meridians, blood and flesh were all congealed.

"quack"

A crisp sound reached his ears.

"what?"

His Sharingan turned rapidly, watching the soles of his feet gradually turn lignified, and this lignification trend surged towards his upper body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His thoughts turned with difficulty, knowing that he was facing the moment of life and death.

Madara didn't care about the changes in his lower body anymore, but stared at the little tree beside him.

This small phoenix tree with a whole body of light is about three feet high. The crystal body of the tree looks like a jade carving. Hundreds of phoenix tree leaves emitting brilliant light are scattered and hung on the branches.

Looking closely, the little tree looked even more mysterious in Madara's eyes.

There are various mystical visions manifested.

Above the nine heavens, a small waterfall transformed from the endless Taoism hangs down from nothingness, watering the top of the small plane tree.

In the misty pond with fairy air, fairy light sprinkled, precious light danced, and a blue figure walked out of it.

On the dilapidated and gloomy road, countless ghost soldiers and ghost horses are moving forward in an orderly manner.

"This is?" Madara's expression is extremely solemn, these visions are not like imagining out of thin air, but more like scenes at a certain time point recorded by this small tree.

Every vision involves a terrible cause and effect. Therefore, these images only reveal a corner and then start to become chaotic and then dissipate.

Madara looked very carefully, keeping each one in his heart.

His hands didn't stop, and he went straight to grab the trunk of the little tree.

Visions come and go quickly.

Madara's mind shifted to the tree body again. This time, he didn't use Sharingan anymore, but looked at the lines on the tree body normally, as if admiring beautiful things.

Sure enough, as he expected, this time, he didn't feel dizzy anymore.

After seeing these patterns clearly, Madara's heart was shocked. These intricate patterns as small as ants were actually various creatures, and those symbols were the crystallization of each martial arts civilization.

A symbol is all the achievements of a civilization, and it contains endless divine channels.Just one symbol made the brain go numb, the eyes turned black, and even the eyes felt swollen and cracked.

He quickly looked away, but the outstretched palm didn't stop, grabbing the little tree straight.

With Madara's widened pupils, he successfully grabbed the trunk of the little tree.

"So easy?" Madara was a little surprised.

He originally thought that there would be some twists and turns, so he left some backhands. Unexpectedly, this sacred little tree really has no thinking.

Also, if such a sacred spiritual creature of heaven and earth gives birth to wisdom, the order of this world will be chaotic.

At this time, the lignification had reached Madara's chest, and all his internal organs had turned into wood.

(End of this chapter)