There is a tree in the mountain of demon immortals with broken sleeves

Lan Renqiu kept roaring, every sound was like a sharp knife, piercing Ye Zitong's heart, just as Fang Laixi gave him a little hope, Lan Renqiu dragged him into hell the next second.

"You said... dead?" Ye Zi staggered at the same time, his center of gravity was extremely unstable, and his face was distorted and stiff: "How could he die? She just said that my son is in a village in the north?"

Lan Renqiu bit her lips and cried loudly, with blue veins on her forehead: "The one who killed your son was Fang Laixi!"

Although Fang Laixi didn't know how she, Lan Renqiu, knew about this matter, she didn't defend herself anymore when she was exposed in public.

Ye Zitong turned his head, stared at Fang Laixi with tears in his eyes, and choked up, "You killed it?"

Fang Laixi melted the Bauhinia whip with his hands, and flicked his sleeves: "That's it!"

Ye Zitong suddenly laughed wildly, tears poured down like rain, the group of tree demons were all infected by Ye Zitong, their muscles were tense, their eyes were round with anger, and their already thick arms became more powerful.

Fang Laixi and You Yue held their breaths and got ready for the battle. They knew very well that this leaf was a descendant of the ancient immortal tree in the heavenly realm. They are all under his control, this person... is not easy to deal with.

This battle is easy to accidentally injure, Lou Fanqing wanted to take Jiang Muye and big and small curled ears into the cave to avoid it. Just as he lifted his leg, Fang Laixi swung his whip, and Ye Zi moved slightly with the same mind, a tree demon Raising the sword in his hand and slashing straight down, Fang Laixi retreated hastily, and was almost cut in half by the tree demon.

The tree demons became agitated one after another, and the group of demon soldiers behind Fang Laixi also began to boil, all of them were raising their legs and waving their arms, exercising their muscles and bones.

Ye Zitong raised his long green wooden sword, his face had already turned black, his right hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking, he glared at Fang Laixi viciously, his eyes were extremely stern, if eyes could really kill, then Fang Laixi It is riddled with holes.

Fang Laixi gripped the Bauhinia whip tightly, her heart was frightened, and her palms were constantly sweating.

Ye Zitong: "You... all go to be buried with me!"

Ye Zi gave the same order, and all the tree monsters jumped the dragon, raised their arms and swung their knives to slash at the magic soldier behind Fang Laixi.

The group of demon soldiers also jumped into the air again and again, wielding their knives to fight back. In an instant, the screams of monsters, the collision of broken swords, and the tearing of flesh echoed in Mingshan.

Lan Renqiu got out of trouble, Lou Fanqing's flute blocked the entrance of the cave, and Juan Er hugged Jiang Muye tightly in fright.

Ye Zitong swung his sword and approached Fang Laixi, Fang Laixi twisted his wrist, and the Bauhinia whip danced like a snake. When the sharp sword and the long whip met, although there was no dazzling fire, the soft force was irresistible.

The long whip wrapped around the sharp sword, Fang Laixi pulled it back violently, the leaves and fingertips surged with spiritual power, the sharp sword turned into a dead wooden sword, the wooden sword was like the root of the tree, wrapping the redbud whip inside, The wooden sword grew wildly along the long whip.

Seeing that the situation was not good, You Yue swung a wave of monster power with his backhand, and then raised his sword, Ye Zi withdrew the force, and Fang Laixi withdrew the whip.

Before Fang Laixi could straighten out his breathing, Ye Zitong exerted his strength again, and Youyue blocked him with his horizontal sword, and the three of them fell into a melee.

Lan Renqiu, who killed the demon soldiers, saw that You Yue and the other two were overwhelming Ye Zitong, so he turned the battlefield to help Ye Zitong.

The sound of slashing and killing continued, and blood splattered everywhere. All the dead trees in the Nether Mountain were stained with blood. Looking from a distance, the Nether Mountain was alive again.

Based on the soil, all things are immortal, the spiritual power still exists, and the tree demon does not die.

There were fewer and fewer demon soldiers fighting, and more and more corpses laying on the ground. Seeing that the situation was over, Fang Laixi ordered to retreat.

It is easy to enter the mountain, but difficult to get out of the mountain. The leaves mobilize all the plants of Mingshan, endowing them with spiritual power, the roots run wrongly, and the thorns grow wildly. In an instant, a wall of thorns grows around the mountain, completely enclosing the Mingshan. .

Ye Zitong's eyes were red with blood, and one sword was harder than the other. He cut You Yue to half kneeling on the ground, and the area under You Yue's body was already deeply sunken.

Ye Zitong tuned his spirit again, and he swung his sword to chop off, as if he wanted to chop You Yue and the sword in his hand. When the sword was chopped off, his spiritual power exploded, and You Yue sank again. pit.

Numerous cracks emanated from the big pit, and the exploding spiritual power destroyed all the dead trees in a radius of dozens of miles. You Yue vomited blood for several liters, adding a touch of blood to the dark mountain.

Fang Laixi wrapped his whip around Ye Zitong's waist and pulled it back vigorously.

Ye Zitong transformed the wooden sword into a sharp sword, aimed at Fang Laixi's heart and pierced it. Lou Fanqing secretly tuned his spirit, and an invisible force grabbed a magic soldier, and the magic soldier was sent to Ye Zitong's sword Next, Lou Fanqing exerted more strength and threw Fang Laixi ten meters away.

You Yue flew away and supported Fang Laixi, Ye Zitong turned around quickly, the sharp sword in his hand was still bleeding.

Lou Fanqing Tiaoling grabbed several demon soldiers and attacked Ye Zitong, You Yue took advantage of this gap and disappeared in front of Ye Zitong with Fang Laixi.

Ye Zitong was so angry that he raised his head to the sky and screamed, and tens of thousands of tree demons wiped out all the demon soldiers in one go!

The last scream was still echoing in Mingshan, Ye Zitong was covered in blood, knelt in the pile of corpses, crystal tears melted with blood and turned into blood tears, dripping down his cheeks, the long sword in his hand was completely polluted by blood.

Lan Renqiu was stabbed several times, and the blood seeped into her clothes. She dragged her exhausted body, staggered step by step, walked to Ye Zitong's side, bent her knees, knelt beside him, and called out softly: " Zitong~~"

Ye Zitong lowered his head, tears fell patteringly: "You already knew that I have a son, didn't you?"

Lan Renqiu bit her lip and nodded slightly.

Ye Zitong raised his head, the last star in his eyes fell, and the whole world was already dark: "Please, please be merciful and tell me... 12 years ago when Mo Qiu returned to the Demon Palace... what happened... "

Lan Renqiu clutched the front of her clothes tightly and sighed, "I'll tell you...I'll tell you everything."

14 years ago.

Demon Venerable Li Zhu sent people to seize the immortal tree pen in Ye Zitong's hand many times, but they failed every time. Lan Renqiu and Lan Moqiu changed their faces to approach Ye Zitong in order to relieve Li Zhu's worries. .

The sisters of the Lan family designed a perfect "encounter". On that day, the spring grass was covered with flowers, the peanut trees were mixed, and the big river came from the distant Qingdai. There is a crooked-necked peach tree.

Lan Renqiu sat under the peach tree and played the piano, and Lan Moqiu lay lazily in the peach tree, with white clothes hanging down, blowing slightly in the breeze.

Ye Zitong, who was drunk, followed the sound of the piano. From a distance, the woman playing the piano under the peach tree was shy and charming. Ye Zitong's eyes lit up, and he was half sober.

When Ye Zitong approached, the breeze came, and the peach blossoms fell and drifted along the river. Lan Renqiu, who played the piano, was covered with petals, like a fairy among flowers.

Ye Zitong walked up the small beach, and through the blossoming peach blossoms, he caught a glimpse of Lan Moqiu who was hiding in the peach blossoms and closed his eyes to rest.

Qianqianyu refers to folded skirts, and the pink-faced peach blossoms intersect each other.

The eyes were closed with tranquility, and the delicate face was quiet but lazy. At that moment, the peach blossoms brushed against the face, the blue hair slightly fluttered, and the skirts fluttered. A powerful force hit Ye Zitong's heart.

At that moment, the world was silent, and I could only hear your faintly sweet breathing.