Life was amazed.

As far as you see, the spiritual mist is rich, and all kinds of spiritual medicines are everywhere. Sixth grade is everywhere, and there are many seventh grade spiritual medicines. Even when everyone sees the small tree that looks vigorous and powerful in the center of the island, they instantly

All of them couldn't take their eyes open.

The small tree is about one meter tall, with lush branches and leaves on it. Each leaf looks like a divine bird flying with wings. If you observe carefully, you will find that the leaves look like Hao Ran and the Nine Yang Emperor Yan

Birds are somewhat similar.

Two fruits emitting nine-colored bright light fists were hidden among the leaves, making the little tree feel a little more sacred. The faint fragrance emanated from the little tree, even though it was still a little distance away, such as Bingchen.

People can smell it clearly.

"That's it?"

Looking at the little tree, Bingchen felt confused. Even though he had the memory of the eighth-grade peak magician, he didn't know what the little tree was.

On the side, Qian Zheyue also frowned slightly. Judging from her appearance, she didn't seem to know the little tree.

Suddenly, Yun Yao moved his footsteps and came to the small tree several times, reached out to caress it gently, closed her eyes and felt it for a few breaths, and murmured: "Imperial Flame Divine Tree!"

"Imperial Flame Divine Tree!"

Hearing this, Bing Chen and Qian Zheyue subconsciously looked at each other and saw the confusion in the other person's eyes.

Looking at Bingchen, Yun Yao said, "This is the holy tree of my Emperor Yan Que clan, the Emperor Yan Divine Tree."
Chapter completed!