Honghuang: The Start Of The Game Starts With The Sign-In At The Nuwa Bedroom

Everyone heard Huang Ji say this, you look at me, I look at you, the expression on her face is unpredictable.

Huang Ji saw the expressions of the people, and knew that they were a little nervous, but she didn't say anything, just said indifferently: "I can naturally trust the skills of Zuan senior and Nuwa empress! They will not do that meaningless. Thing!"

"All we have to do now is to wait! Wait for them to heal the ancestors!"

"It's still the same sentence, now it's no better than in the past, who dares to move anything crooked, don't blame me for using clan rules to punish!"

After Huang Ji talked about it, her tone was already very severe, and everyone who listened to it was anxious and said together: "Follow the order of the patriarch!"

Huang Ji didn't speak any more, just waved her hand to make everyone retreat.

The Xiantian Parasol Tree is the root of the Feng Clan, and its foundation, every move naturally involves the attention of everyone in the clan.

Although due to Huang Ji's order, the children of the clan could not see it with their own eyes, there were still many young Feng clan gathered outside the warning area, looking forward to the day when the old ancestor was cured.

As time passed day by day, everyone including Huang Ji was relieved that although the situation of the ancestors hadn't changed significantly for the better, at least it hadn't gotten worse.

Huang Ji knew exactly how old the Xiantian Parasol Tree had become, and she was already very pleased with such a change.

Gradually, outside the warning circle, more and more children of the Feng clan gathered here, silently waiting for the exciting moment to come.

As time passed day by day, seven or seventy forty Nine Heavens had already passed by looking at it.

In these days, Huang Ji has been waiting outside the Xiantian Parasol Tree-in order to welcome today's very important day for the Feng clan, she deliberately changed into her costume, took a shower and changed her clothes, and knelt outside.

Not only her, but the other Feng clan children also did so by appointment. They put on their best clothes and knelt behind the patriarch together, chanting prayers of blessing in their mouths.

The voice of the prayers grew louder and louder, and in the end it converged into a purple gas that was visible to the naked eye, hovering uncontrollably above everyone's heads.

At this moment, Huang Ji suddenly heard a clattering sound from above her head, and when she looked up, she almost frightened her to death.

She saw that the branches and leaves of the ancestors were turning yellow and dying, and then they fell like snowflakes.

What is going on, did Zuan Daoist and Nuwa fail?

Huang Ji was about to bleed her lips, and her body was shaking: Didn't the ancestors be saved after all?

Could it be that the Feng Clan's energy has been exhausted and cannot be recovered?

Everyone in the Feng tribe also exclaimed. They saw that all the branches and leaves of the ancestors had fallen out in this short period of time—Xiantian, which was originally luxuriant and occupies nearly half of the area of ​​Fengming City. Parasol Tree, now there is only a lonely trunk left.

Even the only remaining trunk is in a very bad situation. The bark on the trunk is constantly cracking, making a loud noise as if an iceberg is breaking.

"No! Heavenly Dao, are you going to kill my Feng Clan?"

An old Feng clan shouted loudly, and his inner feelings also represented the thoughts of all Feng clan people present.Some elderly Feng clan people grabbed the ground with their heads, tears running everywhere, but Huang Ji just shed tears silently.

Although she was desperate in her heart, the tenacious character cultivated in the position of patriarch over the years still prevented her from admitting failure as easily as other clansmen.

At this moment, a voice sounded: "What are you doing?"

Chen Xuan and Nuwa walked out side by side, and saw a large group of Zifeng clan crying and crying: "You guys are going to die, what happened?"

Nuwa said softly, "Maybe it's because I saw Own's ancestors been rescued, so happy to be like this, right?"

Huang Ji was taken aback: What, the ancestor was rescued?

"Ms. Nuwa, what did you just say?" The matter is very important, Huang Ji still asked more for the sake of safety, "You said that the old ancestor..."

"Yeah, you heard me right." Nuwa nodded, "My old man is finally fine, and it's not worth our busy schedule."

Chen Xuan looked at her words: How did you say this so confidently?

From the beginning to the end, you have to work hard while driving, other times it is just a salted fish that can't even shout 666, okay?

But it is not the time to talk about this, Chen Xuan said: "Fortunately, we have restored the health of the Xiantian Parasol Tree."

Not only did he say this to Huang Ji, he also specifically let those Feng tribe people who had been praying for the ancestors to hear it.

An old Feng clan shook his whole body and couldn't take care of anything else. He rushed to ask: "This senior, what are you saying is true?"

Chen Xuan didn't feel annoyed, but just smiled slightly: "This is natural, can I lie to you in my capacity?"

"But, but..." The old man pointed to the trunk of the Xiantian Parasol Tree that was still cracking, and asked in a trembling voice, "We really didn't see it. How could this be cured?"

Chen Xuan looked up, then patted his head: "Oh, you are talking about this? This is normal, so don't worry."

"Your ancestors are too old and their vitality has been exhausted. If I use conventional methods, I can't restore them to their peak state."

"So I simply changed the method and asked him to discard the skin that had no salvage value, and then grow it again."

"Look, that's it."

Chen Xuan pointed at the Xiantian Parasol Tree, and everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

At this time, the bark on the trunk of the Xiantian Parasol Tree was completely broken and clean, and then a loud bang sounded, and the trunk split from the middle and broke directly into two pieces, and hit the ground heavily.

What followed was a refreshing red light greeted everyone's eyes, and a red tree rose from the ground, but in a blink of an eye, it had already pierced the sky.

At the same time, countless branches sprout from the trunk, covered with fiery red leaves.

In just an hour, the Xiantian Parasol Tree has been restored to its most prosperous state.

"This is, this is..." Although she was psychologically prepared for this, after witnessing this scene, Huang Ji was shocked to aphasia, "The ancestor is back, the ancestor is back!"

With that said, Huang Ji stood up, turned around and shouted to the people of the tribe: "Look, the ancestors are back!"

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