Cangling World

The gale quickly subsided.

The surroundings were already full of monks.

Inside and outside, there are hundreds of thousands of people.

Above the sky, there are many people walking in the air, some rely on secret methods, and some rely on the power of heaven and earth.

"As expected of the Fengqi Conference, although it is held every year, many people come every time, even more than a hundred people from heaven." Wang San looked around, and his eyes fell on those heavenly people who were walking in the air.

The Fengqi Conference has little attraction for enlightened people, but it has a profound temptation for heaven and man.

Of course, there are more monks in the realm and the master.

Among them, most of them are disciples of loose cultivators or small sects.

Such sects can occasionally produce a strong person from heaven and man, and they have no access to the inheritance of the heavenly king or even the Dao.

"Look, the ancient sycamore tree is beginning to exude a fantasy atmosphere!"

Someone pointed to the dense branches and leaves, and saw that there were multicolored clouds spreading downward, forming a cloud layer with a radius of 100 feet, suspended in the void of 30 feet above the ground.

The aura of illusion is the means used by the ancient sycamore tree to test the visitor.

Anyone who is swallowed by the fog will fall into an illusion and undergo different tests.

Only those who pass will receive the gift.

If the performance is very satisfactory to the ancient tree, there is a chance to inherit it.

However, not everyone has the opportunity to accept the test of the ancient tree.

In fact, the person who can be wrapped in the aura of illusion means that he has passed the first level, far surpassing others.

Lin Luo looked up at the colorful mist, and could clearly feel the familiar aura and a kind of calling.

Miao Hong, a disciple of Taiyi Sword Mountain, stared at the aura of the illusion, and was excited.

"Today's inheritance must belong to me!"

She smiled wickedly, and took out a wooden block from her arms, exuding the same root as the ancient sycamore tree.

This thing, which was taken from the ancient Chinese sycamore tree, has a history of hundreds of years.

Hundreds of years ago, a genius disciple of Taiyi Sword Mountain was recognized by the ancient Wutong tree, obtained a drop of Phoenix blood, and obtained a branch.

And this wooden block was obtained by Miao Hong's grandfather from that genius.

With this thing, Miao Hong believed that with her talent, she could at least get a drop of Phoenix blood.

"call……"

A gust of wind struck, and the aura of the illusion continued to surge and began to infiltrate downwards.

The crowd rushed under the tree, trying to get as close to the illusion as possible.

But at this moment, a strange scene appeared.

All the auras of the fantasy world rushed in a certain direction.

Miao Hong stared at the sky and found that the direction under the fog pressure seemed to be on her side.

At this moment, she was so excited that she almost shouted.

"I'm coming!"

"Hey, why did you all go there?"

Everyone's eyes widened, and they were shocked to find that all the mist was rushing towards Miao Hong's direction.

It seems that the ancient tree of Indus is only willing to let her take the test alone.

"how so?"

Wang Xiaoying jumped her feet in anger, her hands on her hips habitually, and her anger didn't hit anywhere.

She couldn't figure out why she chose Miao Hong for the fantasy atmosphere.

"Come on, come on, I am Miao Hong, I am willing to accept the test of Senior Ancient Tree."

Miao Hong stretched out her arms, ready to meet the fantasy atmosphere.

However, to her and everyone's astonishment, the fantasy aura just passed over Miao Hong, floated not far away, and hovered in front of a certain teenager.

This young man is none other than Lin Luo!

"Pfft...hahaha!"

Wang Xiaoying leaned forward and backward with a smile, and patted Wang Qing next to her with one hand, almost laughing out of breath.

The people around were stunned for a moment, and then they couldn't help laughing when they saw Miao Hong standing there with a pale face.

Everyone's laughter, like an invisible slap, slapped Miao Hong's cheeks hard, making her face fiery red, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

"why why!"

Miao Hong clenched her fists tightly, and the wooden block in her hand cracked with a crack, turning into powder and scattered on the ground.

This thing is just a branch of the ancient sycamore tree, and its strength is not too high.

The crowd paid no attention to Miao Hong, who was making a joke, and instead focused on Lin Luo.

At this moment, the aura of the illusion turned into a portal, as if inviting Lin Luo to enter it.

Lin Luo didn't hesitate, he lifted his steps lightly, stepped into the door, and quickly disappeared.

The countless illusions in the imagination have not come.

In the void in front, a colorful mist condensed towards the middle, turning into a tree shadow.

It vibrated and made a human voice: "Indus, I have seen Lord Guardian!"

"protector?"

Lin Luo's eyes flickered slightly, looked around, and said, "Everything in front of me doesn't seem to be an illusion, right? Why do you call me that?"

The tree shadow did not say much, but waited quietly.

After counting the breaths, Lin Luo noticed the change.

The word "Zhou" in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled, instantly taking away one-tenth of the wood essence of the ancient sycamore tree and turning it into the power of time.

Then, it fell into peace again.

Lin Luo's eyes flashed and he understood something.

"It turns out that you recognize the word 'Zhou' in my body."

Lin Luo looked at the shadow of the tree, thought about it, and said, "So, a thousand years ago, did you know that this word is hidden in my body?"

"Yes, a thousand years ago, the old man sensed the aura of the source of time from the body of the adult, but the source of time was not awakened at that time, and the old man did not dare to recognize each other." Speaking of this, the tree shadow hesitated for a moment, but did not say.

Lin Luo guessed his thoughts and said, "You want to ask, why did I become like this after a thousand years, right?"

"Yes." The shadow of the tree kept swaying, "A thousand years ago, when you entered the starry sky, Sir, you were already the ancestor of swordsmanship, but why did you become a teenager after a thousand years, and your breath changed dramatically, if you didn't sense the time The breath of the source, the old man even suspects that you have taken others away."

Hearing this, Lin Luo was already thinking about it, and secretly said: "It seems that the ancient Wutong tree did not know that I was forced to enter the reincarnation of the eighth life shortly after entering the starry sky. In this way, he does not know why I am It will keep turning around.”

Thinking of this, Lin Luo was a little confused again.

According to this, his reincarnation should have nothing to do with the word "Zhou".

Otherwise, since the ancient sycamore trees recognized the word "Zhou" that even the Great Emperor could not find, they would not have been unaware of this.

After pondering for a while, Lin Luo asked: "Since there is a source of time, there should be other sources, right? For example, the source of space, then, what about the other guardians?"

The shadow of the tree swayed, as if shaking his head, and said: "The old man only knows that the lord is the last guardian in this universe, as for the others, it seems that countless epochs ago, with the end of the battle of gods, they have all disappeared. ."

"It's a battle of gods again!"

Lin Luo's eyes narrowed, as if he had returned to the past.

In the seventh life, after he entered the starry sky, he once arrived at a dazzling star field.

There, he first heard the news about the battle of gods.