Chapter 515: The land of ancient trees (sixth more!)

There is a valley surrounded by woods between the forests deep in the wooden gate. The location of this valley is hidden, surrounded by weed trees. Even the disciples in the wooden door, few people know the existence of this valley.
At the end of this ridiculous valley is a cliff that seems to have been cut off by the sky. There are spider web-like cracks on the surface of the cliff, as if it had existed for thousands of years, and it has been eroded by the years.
Before the cliff at the moment, the two figures slowly walked closer, and the figure was very old, and the body radiated a strong dead air. On the other figure, there is a appearance, and the worn robes are covered with blood. It is the wooden ancestor and Luo Yang who left the square!
When they walked all the way to the cliff, both of them were silent. In addition to the echoes of footsteps in the entire valley, there was no other sound, as if they were caught in a dead silence.
In a twinkling of an eye, the two came to the cliff at the bottom of the valley. After the eyes swept over the cliff, the face of the wooden family’s ancestors showed a complex color. After a long time, he only sighed.
"You come to my wooden door, the old man's heart can also know one or two, according to the ancestral training of the wooden door, the ancestral home where the ancestral tree is located can only be entered by one person." Mujia ancestors looked at Luo Yang, the old voice slowly fell.
"In this case, the wood predecessors brought me here..." Luo Yang's look was as usual, and he did not surprise the words of the wooden family ancestors. Instead, he revealed the color of doubt and asked inexplicably.
"Zu Xun is an ancestral training. The situation at the moment does not need to be said by the old man. I am afraid that your heart is also clear. Maybe after three days, the whole wooden door will be destroyed, but your kindness to my wooden door must be rewarded. Although the old man has been retreating, there are some things that are happening in the door. I am here to take you here to repay your grace."
The wooden ancestors screamed in the open mouth, their hands were fast, and the body's spiritual power suddenly slammed down. A blue light was already hitting the cliff.
The dazzling blue light just touched the cliff, it was like being absorbed by the Jedi. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared completely. When the blue light disappeared, the cliff with the original crack began to violently vibrate, and the cracks quickly Cracked, the entire mountain is like being torn from it, revealing a narrow crack.
"After the millennium, the ancestral tree of Muximen began to weaken. I knew that Zongmen would have this day. Since then, the old man has been closed for a long time, so that the entire sect can survive for some time. After the millennium has passed, whether the ancestral trees in the ancestral land still exist, even the old man is not known."
After opening the ancestral land of Muximen, the face of Mujia’s ancestors became more and more exhausted, and the deadness on the old body was more intense. But his look reveals the indifference of life and death, and slowly said.
On one side, Luo Yang heard the words and looked up at the crack on the cliff. Although the crack was less than a mile wide, from this crack, some weak wood aura could still be felt.
"With your means, if you get the aura in the ancestral tree, you want to be able to improve it again. At that time, even if you are outside the West, you can't stop you from leaving. If you leave safely, it is our wood. Both Tuen Mun and the Lord are clear."
The look of the ancestors of the wooden family was calm. After the eyes swept over from Luo Yang, they raised their hands and took a slight fist. They turned and prepared to leave.
When the footsteps of the Mujia ancestors moved, Luo Yang, who had been silent for a while, suddenly took a shot at the waist and took out a sarcophagus from the Qiankun bag.
"Luo Mou knows that he is so weak that he can't help the wooden door to ask for this battle. The fate of this stone scorpion is a little bit of power for Luo, and please don't deny the wood predecessors."
Luo Yang’s voice fell, and his right hand was a wave. The stone scorpion in his hand immediately flew out and floated to the front of the Mu family’s ancestors.
"God to fruit?!"
Looking at the faint breath of life in the stone sarcophagus, the look of the ancestors of the Mu family changed for the first time, and the old ground revealed an incredible look.
"No! This is absolutely impossible! The old man is already a dead person. What kind of is this god, how can it be wasted on the old man's body? Your friend's gift is too expensive, this..." After a sigh of relief, the ancestors of the wooden family kept shaking their heads and did not accept the sarcophagus.
"Luo's life is the most important promise. He had promised Muchen at the beginning and helped him to call him the head of Muximen. This promise has not yet been reached, and the wooden door cannot be easily dissipated. This is also for Luo himself."
Luo Yang’s voice said firmly, after the voice fell, it was not waiting for the ancestors of the Mu family to swear, and the body shape suddenly entered the crack.
Seeing that Luo Yang’s figure disappeared into the crack, the look on the face of the wooden family’s ancestors was more complicated. After a long time, he only sighed and turned to the valley and then turned away from the valley.
After the ancestors of the Mujia left, the cracks on the cliff disappeared rapidly, and the cracks continued to heal, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
At the time of the crack closure, Luo Yang, who was flying in the depths of the crack, seemed to be aware of it. After turning his head and looking at his eyes, he ignored it and continued to fly toward the depth of the crack.
With the deepening of Luoyang, the space around it is constantly expanding. The crack that originally contained one person seems to have become a wide deep ditch that stretches to the end of the darkness.
"With such a strong woody aura, it seems that there is a ancestral tree here..."
Feeling the cracks, the more and more strong wood aura, Luo Yang's eyes brightened, after the speed of the body speed, between a moment, it rushed out of the crack, flying over a cliff.
I saw that in the sudden appearance of this world, a green emerald was constantly moving, surrounded by indescribably cliffs, surrounded the entire world between the cliffs. The crack that Luo Yang had traveled before was a crack in the cliff.
"This is the ancestral home of Muximen..." After looking around, Lu Yang’s eyes looked down.
I saw that there was a raised mound between the surrounding cliffs. The mound was only a few feet in size, but it was rooted in a silver old tree!
When Luo Yang condensed his eyes and looked at it, his face was slightly changed. The old tree in front of him was not silver. Just because there was a silver rune on the torso of the old tree, it was only when he looked far away. I mistakenly thought it was a silver old tree.
"Seven Runes... There are seven runes on this old tree!"