socalfunplaces Chapter 3420 Don't even think about hurting it
Chapter 3420 Don't even think about hurting it
Countless candle dragons knelt down, bowing devoutly to the medicinal tree in the center, their voices choked with emotion.
That was the hope of life!
That was the glimmer of hope in a desperate situation!
That was a miracle that reversed life and death and shook the heavens and earth!
Yang Susu slowly raised her head, her eyes blurry with tears, looking at the towering medicinal tree before her, feeling the familiar and warm scent emanating from its branches and leaves—the scent that belonged only to Xiao Huang.
She reached out her hand, and a glistening green leaf gently landed in her palm, warm and soft.
"Little Huang..."
Tears streamed down my face again, but this time, they were not of despair and grief, but of the joy of regaining what was lost and the emotion of being protected.
It did not leave.
It has always been there.
They sacrificed their lives, transforming into trees to protect the trees for eternity.
Its body transformed into a divine tree, radiating vitality everywhere.
The most touching protection in this world is nothing more than this.
High above, black mist surged like ink, and ghosts and gods stood with their hands behind their backs, looking down at the suddenly revived vitality below.
The towering medicinal tree rose from the ground, its verdant light illuminating all directions, transforming the once desolate and resentful battlefield into a pure land of life.
Light rained down, withered bones grew new flesh, severed limbs regenerated, and the dying were given a new lease on life, their cries of despair turning into ecstatic weeping.
All of this, in the eyes of the ghost, only caused his brow, hidden behind the black mist, to furrow impatiently.
He loathed that smell.
I despise this kind of tenacious spirit that sprouts from the ground, burns like wildfire, and springs back to life from withered trees.
I despise this kind of vitality that can bloom again from the brink of destruction.
In his Tao, only death and annihilation are the ultimate and eternal of all things in the world.
All living beings are but straw dogs. All vitality is but an illusion.
"How dare you, a mere spirit of grass and trees, be so presumptuous before me, the god?"
A cold snort descended slowly from the heavens, icy and indifferent, carrying a disdain for all living beings and an undisguised killing intent.
Before the words were finished, the ghost slowly raised its right hand.
In the palm of his hand, a fireball, as black as an abyss yet burning with a faint, dark green flame, was slowly condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The flames were not fierce, but they exuded a chilling aura that could freeze even the soul.
Those are ghostly flames.
Legend has it that it was born from the deepest part of the River Styx, and it does not burn the physical body, but only the soul; it does not burn mortal things, but only extinguishes life.
It is the natural nemesis of all plants, trees, and living beings, and all masculine energy.
The will-o'-the-wisp spun slightly, scorching the surrounding air and emitting a shrill scream.
Space was distorted and blurred, as if even time itself was about to be burned away.
"Turn to ashes for this god."
With a wave of his arm, the ghost casually brushed away a speck of dust.
The wisp of ghostly fire, carrying the Dao of Annihilation, instantly transformed into a black streak like a meteor, trailing a deathly tail flame thousands of feet long.
With the force to crush everything, it crashed down on the medicinal tree below that had just begun to support hope!
He wanted to personally extinguish this nascent hope completely.
He wanted these people to experience a fleeting moment of redemption before plunging them into an even deeper and more desperate abyss.
Wherever the ghostly flames of the underworld passed, the world lost its color, and the eerie winds howled.
On the battlefield, which had just regained its vitality, the ecstasy on the faces of all the Zhulong soldiers froze instantly.
My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and even my breathing stopped.
That tree was bought with Xiao Huang's life.
That was their life-saving grace, their faith, and their last light.
But these flames falling from the sky were clearly a deadly attack from the deepest hell, capable of burning even the soul to ashes.
Can this newly sprouted sacred tree really withstand the attack?
"don't want--!"
Yang Susu's divine power had just recovered somewhat, and almost without thinking, she rushed forward to block the medicinal tree with her own body.
But a fiery red streak, faster and more intense than hers, had already taken the lead and soared into the sky!
It's Qiyan!
"Don't even think about hurting it—!!!"
A deafening roar that ripped through the sky resounded between heaven and earth.
The crimson Qilin divine fire surrounding Qi Yan surged to its peak at this moment.
Flames soared into the sky, burning away all evil spirits and turning half of the dark sky a scorching crimson.
Within the flames, his human form rapidly faded away, and his body swelled and transformed dramatically.
In the blink of an eye.
The true form of an ancient fire qilin, towering a hundred feet tall, majestic and awe-inspiring, has appeared in the world!
With a dragon's head, a lion's body, deer antlers, and horse hooves, its entire body is covered with layers upon layers of shimmering, crimson scales, each exuding the radiance of a divine beast of supreme yang and strength.
Its four hooves trod on fire, creating lotus flowers from the flames; its long tail swept across, scorching the very air.
This is the proudest and most sacred posture of the Qilin clan.
He did not hesitate, retreat, or fear in the slightest.
Just before the ghostly flames crashed down, Qi Yan suddenly used his enormous body to block the medicine tree.
Like a burning mountain, like an insurmountable city wall.
Using their own flesh and blood, and their own divine soul, they faced head-on the ghostly fire that was powerful enough to burn gods and destroy spirits!
He knows better than anyone else.
The towering medicinal tree behind them was neither a spiritual root of heaven and earth nor an ancient divine tree.
That's Little Yellow.
It's that little guy who's usually noisy, greedy, sleepy, and timid, but when it comes to life and death, he's braver and more resolute than anyone else.
The little master really likes it.
The ancient fire qilin was originally a divine beast of supreme yang and strength in the world.
The Supreme One who wields all fire is born to be the nemesis of evil spirits and ghosts.
Qi Yan, fueled by his own destiny, unleashed the Qilin Divine Fire, the Emperor of Fire, domineering and unparalleled, capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, and refining all evil.
Ordinary ghosts are instantly destroyed upon contact with this divine fire. Even ghost generals and commanders cannot escape being reduced to ashes under its power.
However, what he was facing at this moment was not an ordinary will-o'-the-wisp.
Instead, it is the ghost fire of the underworld, which is condensed by the hands of ghosts and gods and originates from the source of the River Styx.
That is the fire of the Great Dao of death and annihilation.
It is the ultimate evil that can even incinerate the souls of gods.
"boom--!!!"
The true form of the hundred-foot-tall Qilin collided violently with the meteor-like ghost fire in mid-air!
There was no earth-shattering explosion as imagined, no raging flames.
The two extreme fires, upon contact, were plunged into the most cruel and silent process of being devoured and annihilated.
The crimson flames of pure yang and the pitch-black flames of annihilation clashed and tore at each other in a frenzy.
The sky was painted into a bizarre picture of crimson and inky black.
Half is the final, fiery passion of life, and the other half is the eternal, cold chill of death.
"Roar--!!!"
Qi Yan let out a painful roar.
The roar echoed across the fields, yet carried an undeniable sense of desolation.