My brother is too strong.

The formation was broken, and Tianyu Peak was in turmoil.

All the disciples of Lingxiao Sect trembled all over, their hands and feet were cold, as if they fell into an ice cave.

Everyone looked ashen, their hearts were filled with despair, they were finished...

And in the depths of Tianyu Peak, Wutongshu felt the formation broken, the house in front of him flashed, and the barrier disappeared.

It means that he can enter Lu Shaoqing's room.

If Lu Shaoqing can leave a backup, he can leave.

The little Wutongshu looked back and felt the terrible breath coming from afar.

He couldn't bear it, "Uncle, are we leaving like this?"

For the little Wutongshu, he was born here, grew up here, and transformed here. This is his home.

Now his home is in danger, he can't do anything, and he is very unwilling to leave like this.

Wutongshu knows what the little Wutongshu is thinking, and he also said in a melancholy tone, with helplessness, "We don't have the ability to help them."

If possible, Wutongshu doesn't want to leave here.

But if he doesn't leave, they will die.

Their fighting power is not good. If they stay here, once they are discovered by the existence of the Mahayana period, they will become someone else's meal.

Not everyone is like Lu Shaoqing. They are just allowed to improve the environment here. If they fall into the hands of others, the bark will be peeled and every leaf will be squeezed to the extreme.

The little Wutong tree also knows this truth, but he is very uncomfortable.

"It would be better if the boss was here."

"Boss?" The Wutong tree looked sideways.

"Yes, Boss," the little Wutong tree blinked with innocence that has not been polluted by the world, "Sister Xiao Yi said, she told me that I can call dad or boss."

"Boss is a human, I am a tree, so I think the title of boss is more appropriate."

Looking at the clear stupidity in the eyes of the little Wutong tree, the old tree wanted to curse, when did that girl teach it?

She recognized a boss before she transformed.

He shook his head and said, "Don't think about him, he is dead..."

As he spoke, he pushed the door open.

He suddenly felt something was wrong, he raised his head, and then the two looked into each other's eyes.

The dark eyes were deep and bright, with a magical power, like a bottomless black hole, as if it could swallow a person's soul.

At the same time, Wutongshu could also see a hint of surprise, a hint of unruliness, and carelessness in the black and white eyes.

Wutongshu stood there motionless as if he had been acupunctured, without even turning his eyes.

Little Wutongshu looked at the room in surprise, with deep doubts in his eyes, "Old, Boss?"

"Little, Brother Xiaohong, Sister Dabai, Brother Xiaobai?"

The voice of Little Wutongshu brought everyone back to their senses.

Wutongshu turned his neck and his eyes followed.

He looked past the person in front of him, and his eyes turned around Xiaohong, Dabai, Xiaobai, and Tu Miaoyi in the room, and then returned to the person in front of him again.

Familiar look, familiar smile, although the face seems a little swollen, but it is really, it is indeed the look of Lu Shaoqing.

Is it a ghost or a human?

Didn't he die? Resurrection? Repossession?

Wutongshu opened his mouth slightly, but before he could ask, Lu Shaoqing spoke.

"Old tree, what do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do in my room?"

"Rogue, stinky rogue, in broad daylight, you break into the handsome guy's room, what do you want to do?"

"I think you should stop calling Wutongshu, you should call rogue tree."

Oh my!

Familiar tone, irritating words, no doubt, the guy in front of him is that bastard.

Lu Hansan is back.

"You, are not dead?" Wutongshu found it hard to believe.

It has been more than 300 years, and the bones have turned to ashes, right?

Why can he be resurrected from the dead?

He also read Lu Shaoqing's life, and was sure that there was no difference between being dead and being alive.

"You died." Lu Shaoqing curled his lips. He knew that many people would ask this question next.

He had no way to explain it.

How to explain the abnormal painting style?

Lu Shaoqing did not explain, but asked viciously, "What do you want to do in my room?"

Wutongshu looked depressed, and he couldn't say the words "I want to escape from here".

Little Wutongshu said directly, "Uncle wants to come here with me to see if there is a way for us to leave."

"Leave?"

Lu Shaoqing looked at him, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

The murderous aura flashed, but soon, he restrained it, smiled slightly, and said to Wutongshu, "Want to run?"

"No way, I haven't even found a bed yet, how can I let you run?"

Bed?

Wutongshu's face turned black, and he was angry, "Why don't you die outside?"

Little Wutongshu said happily,"Boss, you're back, we're not leaving."

"Why are you leaving? Where can you run to?"

"The world has changed..."

Shao Cheng looked at Ao Hu who had landed on Tianyu Peak and the dark enemies behind him. He was calm and held An Qianyan's hand tightly, "How about..."

An Qianyan shook her head, she smiled, gentle and quiet, "I'm not leaving."

"If the younger generation doesn't leave, how can I leave?"

Shao Cheng asked Yin Qi and other young disciples to leave with Wutong Tree, but no one agreed.

If Shao Cheng didn't leave, it would be meaningless for her to leave.

Shao Cheng smiled slightly, "Well, we'll be together forever."

"Yeah!" An Qianyan held Shao Cheng tightly.

Xiang Yuchen stood in front with a sword in hand. As the head of the sect, he did not retreat and stood in front with many disciples.

Yin Qi held a big sword and stared at Ao Hu fiercely.

Ao Hu was looking down from above. At this moment, he had his hands behind his back and looked down at everyone calmly.

Like a god, he looked down upon ants with contempt.

"Kneel down and you will be spared death!" Ao Hu spoke, his voice was very light, but it echoed between heaven and earth like thunder.

The faces of the disciples of Lingxiao Sect turned pale, and the powerful aura swept through them, making them feel a strong pressure.

"Dream on!" Xiang Yuchen gritted his teeth and shouted, "There are only disciples of Lingxiao Sect who died in battle, but no disciples of Lingxiao Sect who kneeled down..."