Star Iron, but the amount of animation

Except for the vines that were tightly wrapped around the golden branches, An Jing retracted the rest. He walked in front of Shu Hu with an expressionless face.

The tree trunks were pierced by vines, which peeled off and rescued the people who were sucked into the body one by one.

"Are there any other means?"

he asks.

The only human face on the tree trunk still had that calm and compassionate smile on his face, and he slowly replied, "Of course."

The boy frowned and raised his hand to signal everyone to step back.

Suddenly there was no movement for a long time. It was impossible for it to move. The nutrients in its body were being absorbed by An Jing all the time, and the efficiency was constantly increasing. After a while, An Jing would even be able to absorb it completely.

"Time is running out, huh?"

An Jing felt suddenly weak.

"This time, maybe you will really die."

This is a mutual absorption between people with the same destiny, and the complete demise of one party is not uncommon.

“This is my method.”

"...?"

"You should know that just walking far enough on a path is not enough to be called an envoy. What an envoy must have is the blessing from the Star God. And now you are absorbing this blessing."

"Shouldn't this be a bad thing for you?"

"of course not."

"Even if you die?"

"You will save all living beings for me."

An Jing suddenly felt something was wrong.

He turned around, only to find something strange had happened.

The green vines wrapped around Shuhu's body suddenly began to grow rapidly and absorbed all the vitality within its reach, whether it was the corpses of the Fengrao people or the Yunqi Army.

He controlled it with his mind, but every time he controlled a tip, several branches would immediately grow out around that tip, continuing to plunder all life uncontrollably.

The boy tried to cut off the source, but found that he couldn't.

"Hit those vines! They're out of control!"

He immediately turned around to look at everyone on the immortal boat and shouted.

Jingliu reacted the fastest, slashing with his sword. Dozens of sword energies with biting coldness cut off dozens of green "tentacles" and froze them, but this was far less than the speed at which they could grow. He had no choice but to retreat while slashing.

Everyone covered each other, but they could only retreat step by step. These vines could not be killed or burned, and anyone who was touched would be directly sucked dry. For a while, many Cloud Riders became nutrients.

An Jing's eyes were gloomy.

It's fucking disgusting...

As expected, your mother is full of calculations...

Now he is unable to control the vines growing from his body. If he leaves them alone, the entire Luofu Immortal Boat will soon become his nourishment.

Even if there is a way to get him to leave Luofu now, where can he go?

These things multiply endlessly, and it is only a matter of time before they fill an entire galaxy.

The young man's eyes were gloomy. He didn't have enough time to think of a careful plan. With every passing second, countless Cloud Riders would die in his hands.

He had completely absorbed that blessing, along with the suddenness, and it had become a part of him.

It seems that there is a simplest and most effective way.

Let all sentient beings get everything they ask for.

Medicine Buddha is the nurturer of all living beings and the god of paradise, whose purpose is to make life flourish.

He is the Star God who never refuses prayers and cannot bear to look at death and illness.

For him who possesses His blessing, it is naturally not difficult to attract His attention.

Luofu was the territory of the "hunting" Lan. It was impossible for the pharmacist to not notice when he set his sights here. Lan, who had been chasing him, had definitely noticed it.

So, he looked up at the starry sky without hesitation.

"Pharmacist, pharmacist."

In an instant, a huge sacred aura appeared, green grew in the steel, the air was full of vitality, and almost everyone's injuries recovered in an instant, and they even became stronger.

"I hope you can take back your blessing."

An Jing said so.

The thousand-armed god seemed confused and did not move.

He smiled, knowing that things couldn't be that simple.

Then, he aimed at another sharp breath.

That's a bow.

An arrow was resting on it, pointed at him.

The boy locked eyes with his god.

Volume 1: Chapter 133: A Place of Sadness

What does death feel like?

Except for the first hundred years, An Jing has not felt it for nearly a thousand years until now, and he can no longer remember it clearly.

And now, the young man looked at the arrow in the starry sky that seemed to be carrying thousands of stars, and felt that vague feeling again.

Emotion, fear, helplessness.

He cast his eyes toward the ground.

I don’t know how many cloud riders are struggling to resist those branches that are beyond his control.

Also, there is the white-haired woman who can barely hold the sword steadily.

I really don’t know what she would become without me.

...Oh, headache, headache.

An Jing didn't want to think too much.

So he looked up again and looked at the Centaur in the sky.

"Hurry up and stop wasting time."

The light at the tip of the arrow was so bright that the boy had no idea when "He" let go or when the arrow reached him.

The arrow that seemed to ignore space and time pierced his heart accurately, but it was unable to penetrate him and remained in the boy's body.

The aftermath of the arrow destroyed all the branches extending from An Jing's body, leaving only the somewhat desolate and tiny trunk.

A hint of surprise flashed in Lan's eyes, and he drew his bow, with another arrow ready to shoot.

An Jing thought, this one is going to fucking kill him, right?

Please give me a quick death, it hurts so fucking much.

It’s a pity that things don’t always develop as we wish.

In the eyes of the pharmacist, the young man was a believer who accepted his blessing. How could he just sit back and do nothing?

So He stretched out a hand that was shining with warm light and pointed it at the boy. The next moment, all the boy's injuries disappeared without a trace, and even the invisible arrow disappeared.

An Jing lowered his head, stretched out his hand, touched his body, and couldn't help but sigh again.

He raised his head and glanced sideways at the kind god sitting above the starry sky.

"Can you read my eyes?"

For the first time, doubt seemed to appear on that beautiful face.

Well, it seems he has to be straightforward.

"Get away from me, okay?"

In a word, he controlled the two star gods for ten seconds.

Not to mention the pharmacist, even Lan, who had a mortal enemy with him, couldn't hold back and almost dropped the bowstring with his hand.

But Pharmacist's good temper was well-known throughout the universe. How could he get angry because of a scolding in person? He just smiled apologetically, with some regret flashing in his eyes, and then he turned into a point of light and disappeared.

The branches began to grow out of the body uncontrollably again, making An Jing more and more irritated.

This damn thing is so disgusting all of a sudden.

"Can you please send it quickly? What are you taking so long for? Can you just send it right away?"

He looked towards the Centaur in the starry sky with an impatient tone. The latter remained silent, probably wondering where the boy got the courage to speak like that.

The next moment, an arrow of light arrived with enough heat to melt everything, and the light covered the boy.

The beam of light shot up into the sky and lasted for a very long time.

The hunting star god cast his eyes towards the place where the abundance disappeared and took a step forward to follow it.

All that was left was a ruin and an empty hole.

The previously noisy sounds gradually calmed down, as if all the previous chaos had never happened.

A white-haired woman holding a sword staggered towards the nearly one-thousand-meter-long cave.

The aura left behind by the two consecutive rays of the Emperor's Bow Light was so strong that it almost took on a solid form, like countless knives, cutting her skin into tiny and dense wounds, causing trickles of blood to flow out.

But no one dared to stop her.

Who doesn't know what that young man means to her?

The woman walked step by step to the center of the huge hole, which was where the boy had stood before.

The battle skirt was stained red with blood and the body was covered with wounds.

The sword fell to the ground, and Jingliu suddenly felt that his legs were out of control. He lost his strength and knelt down.

She bent down, but there was no rubble to be found that she could deceive herself into looking for. Even the dust could not be piled up into a pile large enough for her to pick up. They were all lifted up by the knife-like breath and floated in the air.

They floated, as if floating into Jingliu's eyes, squeezing out sour tears, mixing with blood, and dripping onto the ground.

Jingliu felt that she should cry, cry loudly, but apart from shedding a few tears, she could not do anything.

There seemed to be a hole in the woman's heart. The hole was located within her narrow heart, but it was bigger and deeper than the one she was in now, and no light could penetrate it.

Jing Yuan stood outside the cave with a pale face. She still couldn't believe what was happening. She felt her brain was blank and she couldn't think effectively.

But time never stops according to human subjective will, and a strategist ran over anxiously.

"Lord Jingyuan! This cave will soon collapse! Please order an evacuation!"

"Give orders...to me...?"

The girl was still a little dazed, and her frozen mind gradually began to recover.

Teng Xiao died in the battle...An Jing's life or death is unknown...Now on the battlefield, the highest command seems to have fallen into her hands.

Forcing herself to be rational and suppressing the sadness that had not yet subsided deep in her heart, Jing Yuan began to arrange the evacuation in an orderly manner, although her voice still trembled unnaturally.

Finally, only three people were left here.

Jingyuan and Danfeng stood side by side.

Jingliu was still kneeling in the center of the cave, his back facing them, without any movement.

Jingyuan lowered his head and looked at his dusty hands.

She stretched out her hand as if trying to grab something, but she could not grab anything except the sharp wind.

"This place is about to collapse completely..."

Jing Yuan seemed to be talking to Dan Feng next to him, but he also seemed to be talking to himself.

The dragon girl's gaze remained on Jing Liu for a long time without speaking.

The girl was silent for a moment and walked down the cave.