Legend of Fighting Emperor

"Understood!" The group of children were full of energy as they loudly responded.

This West Desolate Valley had many prehistoric lifeforms. From time to time, huge figures would move in the night. There were even giant wings that covered the sky, casting a large shadow on the ground. There were even giant desolate beasts that stood at the top of the canyon, howling as they swallowed the moon. Therefore, they needed to train harder in order to be able to stand on their feet for a long time.

"Understood!" He was a seemingly simple and honest boy, and his height was estimated to be about the size of an adult, a head taller than even the oldest of the children. However, he was still practicing in the group. He looked a little stupid.

"Heh heh heh!" This silly brat is called Zhu Qing, he's already eighteen years old, and is still training in this group of children. His movements were a little stiff. He was always half a beat slower than others, but his face was incomparably serious. This hilarious scene made all the children beside him wink at him and snicker. The originally serious atmosphere of the morning exercise had become lighter.

Although Zhu Qing was training with the children, that did not mean his cultivation was low.

On the other side of the training grounds were a few muscular adult men with tall and sturdy bodies. They were the protectors of the Greenwood. They were all training. Some were holding giant white bone sticks made from the bones of unknown beasts, while others were wielding broadswords forged from black metal. They were dancing vigorously, creating strong winds and thunderous winds.

In the West Desolate Valley, the living environment was extremely harsh. Most of the people there were wild beasts and monsters, but in order to survive, the men in these tribes had to train their bodies when they were young. Only by being strong would they be able to survive.

"Stop!" The middle-aged man in charge of supervising and guiding the children's cultivation shouted.

Following this loud shout, all the children cheered, and even this foolish Zhu Qing let out a sigh of relief. He hurriedly rubbed his aching hands and feet before dispersing them. Returning to their respective homes, he began to eat breakfast.

Those adults who were as strong as tigers smiled as they looked at their children, then carried the bone club and broadsword back to their homes.

"Wow, there's actually land dragon meat, leave a piece for grandpa Irontree!" Every family has its own worshipers. Even those powerful Ents were worshipped by hundreds and thousands of people. And this iron tree was a powerful treeman. He had nearly a thousand people worshiping him. This kind of worship was a type of faith power. The more you worship and the more faith you wield, the stronger the tree will be, and the more power you will be granted. In fact, an iron tree rune will appear on your chest. This is the totem of your faith, he will bestow you with great strength during your battle.

"Eat!" Child, you have given a lot to grandpa Irontree. " a strong man said. Yesterday, their group went out to hunt for a great harvest. There was a huge Dragon Horned Elephant, a ferocious Rhinoceros Beast, and an enormous Black Winged Python …

This Dragon Horned Elephant was huge in size, and its body was as hard as a boulder. It would be difficult to cut through it even with a hard axe, and its pair of dragon horns were as sharp as a drill knife. It could easily shatter a huge rock; however, that Rhinoceros beast was an irritable mutated rhinoceros, a very violent and ferocious beast; it could easily tear a normal tiger, leopard, or wolf into pieces; as for the winged black python, it was an assassin of the forest.

The hunt this time was extremely fruitful, as they would normally not be able to hunt this. However, two nights ago, on a moonless and windy night, a huge ancient figure flashed past the canyon, and on the second day, so many injured huge beasts appeared.

Among the prey, there were a few even more powerful creatures, such as the completely scarlet Two-Headed Flame Rhinoceros, and the impure Pi Xiu. These were all ferocious beasts worthy of their title.

"This time we are really very lucky. It seems like we have obtained the protection of our treeman grandfather. We have just returned with a great fortune, but not a single one of us was injured!" A few burly men sat down and began communicating with each other.

"There seems to be a super huge footprint in that valley. It's just too big, almost a hundred meters in size." A clan member said worriedly.

"It's okay, they're not coming for us. They do not have much interest in us aboriginals. Furthermore, we have the Treeman s as well as their protection. " An old man lightly said.

When Mu Xuan and the other two had just left the Golden Armor Guard, the Golden Armor Guard turned a corner and found the small tree, Spirit Ganoderma, that they had marked beforehand, in a forest very far away from Greenwood.

This was not a true Tree Essence, but a Lingzhi that had matured. Because it was close to the Treeman, the Lingzhi had also absorbed the essence of the Tree Essence. This troop of hundred Steel Cavalry soldiers, on the other hand, easily picked up the small tree essence elixir mushroom, and then followed the same route back to the Heaven Sealing City.

Mu Xuan, Su Rou and the fatty slowly went over the canyon and entered the basin.

Mu Xuan looked ahead of him. There was a large forest with lush trees, and should be the Greenwood at the back of the forest, but there was a huge mountain behind the Greenwood. On the mountain, there was a green stone staircase winding forward, and behind the mountain, there was also a region which belonged to the Greenwood.

Mu Xuan and the other two saw that at the entrance of Greenwood, right in front of a large forest, there was a huge locust tree that covered an area of thirty meters around it like an umbrella. On top of the locust tree was an azure pillar of light that was impossible to see with the naked eye. It was covered with glittering magical symbols that looked like leaves, and emanated incredible pressure.

At the entrance of the locust tree, a young man named Zhu Cheng sat cross-legged. Every year at this time, there would be half a month of time, and it was the day that the Greenwood recruited cultivators as guests. The cultivators that were scattered all over the West Desolate Valley, as well as the Fellow Daoists from other regions, would all come here at this time, and some of them would choose to take root in the Greenwood, becoming members of the Greenwood, becoming extremely powerful in the Greenwood.

After all, most of the people in the Greenwood were mortals without any cultivation. Only those who trained daily or were trained would be able to become cultivators and strengthen the Greenwood. And many of their clansmen used the power of faith to worship the Treeman to obtain its power. And these were things that even the mortals in Greenwood possessed. That was why Treeman was very important to them.

It could be said that there were two main types of power in the Greenwood, and the most important part was their integration with the Treeman. Through offerings and through the power of faith, they would obtain the power of the treant, including the power of the Runic Totem. Perhaps becoming a vassal or teaching the clansmen and obtaining some basic magical techniques. After all, this continent was a cultivation continent, and cultivators had their own methods and techniques. If the Greenwood was completely shut itself away, then she would not be far from the clan extermination realm.