Chapter 166: Everlasting

In the middle of the forest, a long rainbow rushed past. In Changhong, Luo Yang’s face was dignified, his eyes looked toward the front, and his eyes continued to flash through the color of indulgence.
It’s been five days since I left Longyantan. The speed of Luoyang’s now physical body, Danyang, is far faster than the ordinary Lingtai monk. Under the full speed, on the fifth day, it has already been called from there. The place to come is getting closer and closer, even Royan can feel it, it is... just ahead!
"From the valley I stepped into the mountains of the Battlefield, there is already a voice that has been called, and it has not disappeared until now, and only it can do this..."
After the eyes flashed, Luo Yang’s heart was already speculated. If there is a master in the whole secret, then it must be the sacred tree!
At this moment, after taking a deep breath, Luo Yang’s eyes flashed a fine light, and the whole person suddenly accelerated, and continued to fly toward the forest in front.
The next moment, Luo Yang's body suddenly stopped. In front of him, the endless forest and sea disappeared completely. Instead, there was an open plain, and there was a Fusang tree in the plain!
This hibiscus tree is much smaller than the one seen in the valley, but the size of two or three feet. On the branches, there are no lush foliage, but instead a scene of bleak and yellow, as if it will be ruined, there is no vitality...
Just when Luo Yang saw the Fusang Tree, the rest of the people in the forest and the sea also had their own opportunities.
In front of Chen Jian, on a cyan old tree, there is a road of Jianguang, and the whole old tree is like a natural wooden sword, which exudes a strong sword.
Xuan Yuezong Bai Chi is sitting on a mountain top, with an endless red ocean below, and the waves inside.
The war of Jiang war broke out, and the strange figure in front of him was killed together...
A famous monk, in this secret world, has his own opportunities, but the only thing that appears in front of him is the Fusang Tree! In the real world, the only hibiscus tree that exists!
"This is the body of the Fusang tree..." After the eyes swept over the hibiscus tree in front of him, Luo Yang’s face showed a clear-minded look.
Although there is no brilliance in this hibiscus tree, there is no pressure on the sky, but it contains a kind of vicissitudes of eternal life, which is more real than the sacred tree of the outside world.
While Luo Yang looked at the Fusang tree, in his Qiankun bag, the blue wood carving was a dazzling light. When the light flashed, it flew directly from the Qiankun bag and floated to the front of the tree. .
The hibiscus tree, which is already a yellowish color, has a slight tremor. The tree has a faint glow. In the gathering of the light, the blue wood carving and the Fusang tree gradually merge into one, which makes the hibiscus tree with strong death appear. A touch of life.
In the face of this sudden change, Luo Yang’s face was always indifferent, just looking at the scene in front of him. Along the way, with Luo Yang's mind, it has already been seen that this woodcarving and the Fusang tree have a great relationship.
After the woodcarving was given to Luoyang by the old man, it was checked by him many times, but still could not find anything extraordinary, then there is only one possibility, that is, the problem lies in the material used in wood carving!
This speculation was directly obtained after Luo Yang saw the body of the Fusang tree in front of him.
The breath on the hibiscus tree is exactly the same as the wood used in wood carving!
At this moment, after all the thoughts in the heart flashed, Luo Yang’s eyes still quietly looked toward the Fusang tree. He knew that the other party was so obsessively calling himself to come, not only because of the wood carving in his hand.
The hibiscus tree that has already died, after the wood carving is integrated, the huge tree constantly trembles, and the yellow leaves fall successively. During the yellow leaf dance, a faint illusion gradually merges, and in a blink of an eye, it turns into a A beautiful and moving woman appeared under the hibiscus tree.
This woman has a beautiful face, but this face is full of worries and sorrows, making people feel moved and crying for their sorrow.
At the moment when the woman appeared, Luo Yang’s eyes were condensed, and when he looked up, it was just the opposite of the woman’s watery eyes. A fierce roar rang in Luo Yang’s mind, and his eyes were in front of him. There is another picture.
It is a tree of gods that crosses the Milky Way and connects the world. The lush crown is huge, like a huge star, emitting a gentle glow in the cold star river.
Above the tree of God, a huge five-clawed golden dragon lie on the trunk, as if it were resting. Whenever the day is clear, the golden dragon leaps up and turns into a sun, swimming between the stars and rivers, giving life to all beings. Bring light to the light. It was not until the night of the night that he slowly returned, and continued to lie on the tree of God, whispering to the tree of God.
Time passes by, and I don’t know how long it has been. It may be a thousand years, or it may be 10,000 years. After Jinlong’s departure, the huge tree of gods suddenly shines brightly. In the future, it will have a spirit!
The psychic tree did not talk to the golden dragon, but continued to maintain the original appearance, watching him leave every day, looking forward to his return, day after day, year after year...
"I...going... they need me."
The five-clawed golden dragon whispered to the tree of God that had been lying on his back, as if he was speaking to others, but he was talking to himself.
The body of the tree suddenly trembled, and the branches of the tree creaked like a girl crying in the wind, looking at the lover.
The war of terror broke out in the Milky Way. This is a battle related to the fate of millions of creatures. It has been going on for hundreds of years before it finally ends. But in the end, he still has not returned...
A sun-drenched palm slaps from the depths of the Milky Way. The huge tree suddenly breaks down. A section of the broken limb is scattered all over the Milky Way. Her spirit is always rooted on the original planet, waiting. When the man returned, he couldn’t change it for ten thousand years.
After the light in front of the eyes dissipated, the eyes of Luo Yang were still a dead tree, and the woman under the tree.
"You're back."
After quietly watching for a long time, the woman smiled and said, the smile on her face seemed to be full of warmth, making people feel intimate.
Luo Yang’s heart sighed. When he was about to open his mouth, the blood in his body burned up in a frenzied madness. There was a lot of dragon gas absorbed from Longyantan between the blood meridians.
Under the urging of the dragon, a thin layer of blood mist floated out of Luo Yang's body and turned into a middle-aged man with a face-faced hero. He appeared beside Luo Yang and looked at the face with deep affection. The woman under the tree.
"I am back……"