His old enemy deceives the world

Could this be the strangeness of the tree demon in the painting?Surprisingly able to feed back the breath he had sucked, and it was even more pure than before, Chu Yu looked up and down "Chongcang" with fiery eyes, watching the latter shrink back into a roll of vines , then hooked the corners of his mouth and said: "It seems that you didn't let you pick up men for nothing."

It was a very shallow arc, but on Chu Yu's delicate and stern face, it was as stunning as a flash in the pan, causing the plane tree to have an indescribable desire from its roots, which was more powerful than absorbing any amount of energy. To make it more comfortable, he couldn't help stretching out his branches and showing his tall and straight trunk in front of this person.

In its ignorant consciousness, it doesn't know what it means to be obsessed with ghosts. It just feels that the person in front of it is the most beautiful creature it has ever seen in its long life.

It suddenly recalled the situation when this person turned into his original form and landed on its branch, and the feeling of the sharp claws clenched on his branch seemed to be clearly recalled until now.The tree doesn't feel itchy, but at that moment, it feels that there is a certain part of its body that is uncontrollably agitated, although there is always a voice in the haze telling it in the bottom of its heart: the trunk of the plane tree can only be broken, not bent.

That ethereal voice is like an invisible gauze, detaining its thoughts all the time.

It used to think it was nothing, after all, it was just a tree in a painting, and a tree does not need too much emotion, but today it suddenly hated the restrictions that imprisoned its thinking, because it wanted to get closer to him, and finally Fortunately, bending down and bowing to this person will allow him to easily jump onto his tree crown and perch on it all day and all night, even for thousands of years, until the end of the world, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten.

The intention of the ignorant monster has always been undisguised. The sycamore tree shyly and timidly pushed the branch in front of Chu Yu, hoping that Chu Yu would turn into that fat chick again and jump on its branch. superior.

However, Chu Yu didn't know why, he just rubbed the dark blue bark twice symbolically, his eyes were dark, as if he was trapped in the deep lake of memory, unable to extricate himself.

The long-cherished wish of the sycamore tree failed to come true, and suddenly all the small fan-like leaves drooped listlessly, almost turning yellow in sadness.

If it does not get the favor of the lovebird of its dreams, it will die.

But Chu Yu came back to his senses at this moment, oblivious to what happened just now, looked up at the inexplicably wilting sycamore tree and said, "If you don't have a name, I'll call you Ah Zi from now on."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the sycamore tree seemed to be rejuvenated in an instant. The branches and leaves of the tree were fluttering in the wind like nectar, and they were so excited that they almost uprooted.

Chu Yu touched its trunk amusedly, and was about to ask Wutong about the matter of feeding back energy when he heard a calm voice from above:

"useless."

The reflection of the water waves on the dome suddenly rippled, with two horns on its head and blue tiger stripes on a white background, a mythical beast shaped like a kitten broke through the waves and fell to the ground, turning into a traceless appearance. Indus outside the screen: "It's useless for you to name it, because it will recede to the enlightened state in a short time, retract into the screen, and become a tree in the painting. So now you pour more emotion into it , It’s just a waste of thought, unless...you are willing to feed it with energy all the time, so that it can maintain the monster form in an enlightened state, but this is probably the limit of its advancement.”

"...What do you mean?" Chu Yu frowned.

"Don't you know?" Wuji looked surprised: "On Qiongtu Mountain, there is no vegetation that can survive except for the ten thousand year sycamore tree."

"Because all the nutrients in the soil of Qiongtu Mountain have been used to maintain the growth of the Wannian phoenix tree, and even not only Qiongtu Mountain, the root system of the Wannian phoenix tree can stretch for hundreds of miles. Not an inch of grass grows." Wuji pouted at this point, pouted his lips, and guided Chu Yu to look out the window and said, "Did you see those white fluorescent lights? It is said that those are the dead spirits of plants and trees whose essence has been sucked away by the Wannian phoenix tree. It was sucked dry by the ten-thousand-year sycamore tree, and its soul will live forever and never be freed. Every full moon night, they will gradually gather from the vast wilderness to the top of the mountain, continue to be enslaved by the sycamore tree, and absorb their souls to the top of the mountain. The essence of the sun and the moon is supplied to the sycamore tree... and it goes on and on like this until it dies completely."

The chilly ending slowly dissipated in the air, but immediately cast a layer of horror on the hazy beauty outside the window.

Chu Yu was startled. He looked worriedly at Ah Zi, whom he had just named, and saw that in the screen, the soil where the phoenix tree took root was a little dry and cracked.Chu Yu suddenly realized - no wonder AhZi tried every means to crazily absorb the energy from him after being called out of the screen by Chongcang. If he didn't do this, it would end up like those plants, or just As Wuji said, return to the state of enlightenment and honestly make a fake tree in the painting.

Suddenly falling into silence, Chu Yu's brows tightened unconsciously. These two consequences were not what he wanted to see, because it meant that he would not be able to rely on Ah Zi's ability to purify the essence and feed it back. Come to break through the restriction that Chong Cang placed on him.

In that case, wouldn't he be trapped on the top of Qiongtu Mountain for the rest of his life, with no hope of escape?

Thinking about this, Chu Yu said seriously: "The phoenix tree is blooming, and the demon lord appears in this world, supporting all the good and hopeful prophecies of all beings in the demon world. Its body is actually a tree that brings death and despair?"

"Because of this, don't you think that to make such a sycamore, which symbolizes death, bloom into flowers that symbolize beauty--to have such a capable demon master is the real destiny?" Wuji asked back road.

"I think you've all been fascinated by the Chong Cang ghost?" Chu Yu said coldly, "The monsters in the Twelve Houses are all figures who dominate the demon world. It's just one step away. Even if I don't bow down to Chongcang, I can still live freely. If I were you, even if I could only live in a corner in this life, I would never bow down to Chongcang!"

"From Dache to Moyan, it's easy to say...but this step is like climbing to the sky." Wuji's expression was gloomy, and he murmured: "Besides, no matter how high the realm is, what's the use of being powerful? If you can't get rid of birth, old age, sickness and death, you will always have what you ask for."

"Isn't it the same for Chongcang? The final state is not the first ancestor who created the world. Even if it is a god and Buddha all over the sky, isn't it also powerless when the god is ecstasy?" Chu Yu said lightly.

"No, with the words of the demon lord, it is possible to find the legendary well of life and soul, completely transcend life and death, and get rid of the shackles of destiny. At that time, turning dead water into a living spring and turning chaos into all things is just a matter of flicking a finger. "Wuji's immature face showed extraordinary firmness, and there was even a hint of determination to break the boat. His blue eyes flashed, and he said: "That's why I follow the demon lord. You've been waiting for thousands of years, you...you don't understand."

"Get rid of the destiny..." Chu Yu snorted lightly, and said with a slight sarcasm in his tone: "Isn't Chongcang the demon master chosen by the destiny?"

As soon as the words fell, something in Chu Yu's heart suddenly moved, as if he had grasped the key amidst endless doubts, but the glimmer of light disappeared in a blink of an eye, no matter how hard Chu Yu tried to recall, he couldn't find the clue.

"Is it the destiny?" Wuji's blue eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, with some unpredictable emotions, he touched his chin, and suddenly said meaningfully: "I heard that the Qiongtu Mountain 6000 years ago, It is still full of vitality, all living beings ebb and flow, and the phoenix tree on the top of the mountain is completely different from what it is now. Although the tree body is also huge and unparalleled, its root system does not extend beyond Qiongtu Mountain, but it is intertwined in the mountain, and there is no relying on it. Absorb the essence of other living beings to supplement their own supplies."

Chu Yu raised his eyes, raised his brows slightly, and there was no wave on his sharp face. He said calmly, "So... what's the point of you telling me this? I'm just a prisoner of Chong Cang. What happens to Nian Wutong has nothing to do with me."

Wuji's face teased, and he reminded secretly: "If I have been prophesied to be a demon lord, even if I become a prisoner, if I don't go to see the plane tree on the top of the mountain with my own eyes, I'm afraid I won't give up my ambition like this."

This sentence is like timely rain, and it hit Chu Yu's arms. The situation in his eyes was changing, he hesitated for a while, and finally turned into deep distrust, narrowed his eyes and said: "You will dare to disobey Chongcang's order and bring me out This hall?"

"Even if I take you out, I'm afraid you won't be able to reach the top of the mountain." Wuji smiled wryly and shook his head, "Since the Wannian plane tree became a magic tree that sucks the energy of life, no one can get close to it, even The monsters in the final state are also not good, the peak of Qiongtu Mountain is now the forbidden place of death for the demon world, and I am afraid that only in the final state can we step into it and be safe."

Chu Yu's face turned cold, and he said expressionlessly, "Are you kidding me?"

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Wuji stretched out his right hand with his palm facing upwards, and misty water vapor slowly formed on it. He said with a mysterious smile, "Returning to samsara and dreaming, false and true, all sentient beings have a cage in their hearts. This mirror prison brush washer transformed by the soul contains all the past that has been abandoned like a shoestring, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, greed, hatred and ignorance, and all the memories that sentient beings want to lock in the dust of the past are all in it, even Including the Wannian phoenix tree 6000 years ago..."

The simple and heavy momentum is like an invisible vortex, slowly converging in the palm of Wuji, as if the sea is changing with each passing day, all of which are carried in this small brush.Chu Yu looked intently, and felt that all his mind was attracted by the quietly rippling water waves, and everything around him seemed to turn into a dark trench, and he was floating in it, drifting with the waves until the unknown distance.