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Chapter 130 World Tree

Author: Men Luo Wubi

His hands emerged with silver and white soft light, wrapped in trees and fell into the world like a brilliant meteor.

During the fall, the tree species draws the power of silver light to take root, germinate, and high. When it is landing, it is already a thriving small saplings.

Its roots and branches are crystal transparent blue, small and cute tender leaves are like jade.

It landed beside the dark red and blew, it was the meteorite that was initially fell.

The deep pit smashed out has become a lava pool, and the dark red tributary spread and spread to the surrounding area. Where the passage is passed, the black soil condenses is a heavy rock.

The original "Tu Huo Di" was generated. After the diameter of the expansion was 100 meters, it was no longer possible to enter.

Until the saplings are rooted at the center of the lava pool, the blue as the vascular and branches of the blood vessels are bright red because of drawing lava.

The remaining silver light is attached to the bark, and as its growth gradually dissipates.

The thick root must remove the dark red meteorite from the pool and incorporate it into the center of the trunk.

Wei Miao saw that the meteorite was clearly a large number of fire!

The initial fire.

The sapling grows rapidly, and the root of the flames extends unscrupulously around.

Tu Huo can expand.

At the same time, other fragmented fires around the world correspond to the trees, and a hidden connection allows them to support each other.

The fireworks forced Yongye to retreat and began to expand.

After the tree grows to a height of 100 meters, the Tuhuodi has taken root all over the world and stopped expanding at some point.

At this time, black fog and flame seemed to fall into a certain balance.

Time is like the white horse passing away. Under the response of the two that Wei Miao could not understand, the world finally gave birth to the original life.

It was a tiny ugly bug.

After that, I do n’t know how many times the picture has been in. The initial “people” were born. The black mist gradually thinned, but it was still shrouded in most of the world.

All kinds of lives were born in the vast area centered on the god tree, rivers, mountains, hills, etc.

Civilization began to form, and the tribe was born.

They were stationed outside the sacred tree domain, and at that time, the sacred tree was still a solid rock land.

They were naked, worshiping under the towering giant tree holding fireworks, and shouting the name of "Tree of Divine Flame"!

The worship of Fengshen is the worship of the gods.

At a certain moment, a leaves burning with the flames fell from the god tree.

A humble man squatted down and picked it up.

The flames of the leaves gradually went out, and he hesitated, swallowing the leaves.

In the painful sorrow, a firing of his body was revealed.

The lucky man who can control the flames of God is not recommended as a tribal leader, and the name is "a vein of the Holy Fire".

Light and heat, darkness and cold ... The two forces are always confronted.

The black mist sediment is the forever night, and then retreats again under the persecution of Shenyan, the turtle shrinks the south.

The sun is more vigorous, and the branches and leaves are burned uncontrollably. The god tree completely becomes a "torch".

At the beginning of the disaster of Shenyan, the sky began to fall into ashes.

Human civilization is divided into combination, and eventually united into the unified empire under the threat of the flame disaster.

The sacred fire is king, and the extraordinary method that has been explored for a long time has begun to flourish.

The flames who were previously respected as God were active on the historical stage in large quantities.

Not long after, the night watchmen gradually rose.

Constructing the latest civilized ecology.

The Zusala Empire was ignorantly slipped towards the abyss of destruction. The extraordinary people actively explored and returned to the heavens.

The end of the world ends here, the picture turns--

In a square room built up by skulls, the white goat's head on the wall was burning with purple-red flames, staring at the four beings in the room.

They were sitting around a dark brown round table and were playing a card game.

One side is different from the style of the style in front of Wei Miao. The frame is a heart -shaped shape of the gorgeous pink feathers, such as the firebirds of the flowers.

In a smooth mirror, a beautiful woman with a beautiful face is lazily nesting on the red velvet seats inlaid with all kinds of gems, and the exquisite golden side decoration is graceful and expensive.

She is full of fluffy long skirts wearing a palace lady, with golden red background, gray -white lining, skirt with snow white tassel, and the upper body tight beam.

The beautiful red nail sharp, holding a card, throwing it freely.

The card penetrates the mirror boundary, and it is spinning to the table. It is a rotten pattern on it.

The last time the curtain curtain was a demon young man sitting in the mirror, this time it was replaced with a beautiful woman.

One was a mosaic figure I had seen in the picture before. The silver light carried the ups and downs of cards before Him, and the cards were neatly spread out into a row. He sat upright on a tall and thin black wooden round drum stool, with a leisurely and comfortable posture.

These two people sat close together and formed two clearly divided forces with the other two.

One is a handsome man with black hair and red eyes. He is expensive and wears black in cortex. He is sitting on a coffee soft leather single sofa. The card is graceful as if he shakes a tall glass.

The remaining one is a perfect combination of the woman's upper body and the spider's lower body.

The eight spider legs are curled on the round pads constructed by the skeleton. The dark purple twisted pattern on the black hairstyle, the seams of the independent body and the feet have been extended to the abdomen.

His face is gorgeous, white hair purple eyes, it looks a bit similar to You Feiya. He has a black vest and outlines a beautiful body curve. If you don't look at the lower body, you will only think that this is a rare beauty.

He is the co -incarnation of power and beauty, but the less skilled card grabbing action looks very amateur.

The whispering of their thefts conveyed to Weiming's ears and transformed into her understanding language.

"Purgatory fire types belong to hell, we come back, but divide?"

The black -haired men's index finger moved slightly, throwing a card slowly.

"Hehe ..." The woman in the mirror covered her mouth with licenses, and her eyes were flowing. "Who I remember ... Oh, one of the devils, a purgatory monarch, the magic god of fire, the anger horn, Osha ..."

After speaking a long series of names, He paused: "Since He has fallen unfortunately, the purgatory fire is the masterless thing. After all, in terms of attributes, the purgatory fire type is just a private item, first come first, can't play ~

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"What evidence do you have, it belongs to you?"

The voice of the mosaic man shadow like a TV with a bad signal, and said in a hurry: "According to the" Void Territory Regulations ", it belongs to my world tree planting on that plane.

That is my territory. "

"Based on the" Torch Property Convention · Amendment Edition (2) ", the purgatory fire type was originally a master, and it fell into my territory, that is, to deal with me."

"The secret." The woman in the spider called Him, "Did the world tree write your name?"

"I witnessed everything from beginning to end." The woman in the mirror responded with a smile, and a small dressing mirror appeared in my hand, showing the front to them, "There are still a lot of backups."

The scene that Wei Miao had just seen appeared in the mirror, from the fall of the meteorite to the prosperity of the empire, and was roughly displayed like a lantern.

The spider-body woman was silent. With such thoughtful preparation, there were no excuses or omissions to question their ownership of the Purgatory Fire.

The sufficient evidence makes people wonder if they have arranged the whereabouts of the purgatory fire after the death of Osha before Osha had fallen.
Chapter completed!
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