Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 280 Kunlun Sacred Tree
"It's right there!" Zhao Wujiang pointed forward.

Wen Yu looked at it, except for the white snow in front of him, it was still white snow, and the sky was also gray.

But in Zhao Wujiang's eyes, the sky is gray and white, and the snowflakes are also gray.

The place in front of him covered by the wind and snow was a series of blue lines and a darker blue light.

He knew that there was the direction of the Kunlun sacred tree, and the lines were the causal lines displayed by the sacred tree.

"Let's go, don't look, just pay more attention to your feet later." Zhao Wujiang patted Wen Yu's shoulder and said with a warm smile.

"Oh, oh oh."

Wen Yu kept up with Zhao Wujiang's pace, listening to Zhao Wujiang's words, his eyes kept paying attention to his feet.

After drinking a cup of tea, he suddenly stepped on a hard object, picked it up and saw that it was a piece of blue wood.

The wooden blocks are wrinkled with lines, like the wrinkles on the body of an old wooden man who is about to die.

At the same time, the color of the wooden blocks was extremely dull, as if they were about to rot.

"Brother Wujiang, look at it, is it this?" Wen Yu shouted excitedly.

Zhao Wujiang took the wooden block, and there was a ding sound in his mind instantly.

【Ding!Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the rare Qi of the Five Emperors. Wood

Remarks: Kunlun Sacred Tree]

"That's right, that's it." He nodded, but his face was a little dignified.

Because the Kunlun Shenmu is buried in the snow.

According to the information he received, the Kunlun Shenmu has spirituality and will not be buried under the ordinary snow. Now that a piece of Shenmu has been found in the snow, coupled with the dim appearance of the Shenmu, he has a vague guess.

The building will fall, and the sacred tree will fall.

"Go on, he should be waiting for me." Zhao Wujiang said softly.

After the appearance of the Xuanwu spirit, if the Qinglong spirit who came to Kunlun Shenshan is safe, he will definitely feel this same kind of breath.

Wen Yu put the Shenmu into his arms, with joy on his face, "Hehe, take this back for godfather, he will definitely."

While talking, Wen Yu fell silent, then took a deep breath and followed Zhao Wujiang's pace.

The seven major clans entered the territory of Kunlun, and now two powerful clans have found three Kunlun sacred trees.

They walked hard in the wind and snow, feeling more and more cold.

But the clan entrusted them with many tasks, besides bringing back some Kunlun sacred trees, they also poured the water of chaos in the small bottle on a big tree.

However, they haven't seen any big trees so far, but according to the instructions of the ancestors in the clan, the water of chaos in the small bottle will guide them in the direction.

Everyone was walking in the wind and snow, sometimes some people were forced to stop because their hands and feet were stiff, and sometimes some people fought for the newly discovered Kunlun Shenmu.

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Wujiang was dressed in a jet-black shirt, and his long hair fluttered in the wind, not as if he was walking in the wind and snow, but as if the wind and snow were coming towards him.

The green lines in his eyes were getting closer and closer, and faintly, he heard thunder, howling, and the rustling of fallen leaves.

Wen Yu followed behind, carrying a huge cloth bag on his shoulders, like a traveler carrying all his wealth on the road overnight.

The cloth pocket is full of blue wood pieces, all of which are Kunlun sacred trees.

"Snapped."

The cloth bag was full, and the mouth of the bag could not be fastened tightly. A piece of Kunlun Shenmu fell out and slapped on the snow.

He put down the big cloth bag and was about to pick it up, Zhao Wujiang said with a smile:

"Forget it, there are more ahead!"

Wen Yu scratched his head, nodded heavily, carried the big cloth bag on his back, and staggered to keep up with Zhao Wujiang's pace.

In the distance, in another direction.

The Wu clan and the Wang clan are fighting.

The cause is a piece of Kunlun Shenmu on the snow.

Outside of Kunlun, everyone couldn't laugh at the scene in the magic mirror where Wu and Wang were fighting for a piece of Kunlun sacred tree.

Because they saw that Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu had harvested too many sacred trees.

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and someone muttered:

"This god tree looks like it has legs, Zhao Wujiang picked it up as he walked, and the bag almost couldn't hold it.
In contrast to our people"

"I didn't see it, they fought over a piece of sacred wood. Zhao Wujiang and the others just lost a piece of sacred wood and didn't bother to pick it up. People are more angry than others."

"Look, look, the boy behind him dropped a few more pieces and he wanted to pick them up, but Zhao Wujiang actually scolded him, what the hell is worse than killing me!"

"Hmph, what's the use of getting so many sacred trees?"

"You, Mrs. Qin, are just jealous."

"You! Your Zhou family is only one piece!"

"Oh, that's better than a certain clan, everyone almost died."

"You! Hmph! So what if Zhao Wujiang brings out the Shenmu when the clan uncle heals up? Can he bring it out? Can he get out of Kunlun alive?"

"The Qin family will only bully the small with the big, and the weak with the strong?"

"You talk like that, do you want to have a game with me?"

"Come as soon as you come, don't stop anyone, my Zhou family looks down on your Qin family the most, what the hell!"

"Come"

"Hey, it's all clans, why bother to hurt harmony!"

"Hit, hit me hard today, whoever doesn't do it will be my grandson!"

"Yes, a gentleman's words are hard to follow!"

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Soon, the sound of fighting sounded.

Kun Wuzi, the third elder of the Kunlun Survivor Clan, glanced at him, but didn't stop him, but looked at Zhao Wujiang with a more serious expression.

The world is vast, and a gray-brown curtain stretches across the gray-white sky in the distance.

The curtain occupies four-fifths of Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu's field of vision, just like someone took a brush and brushed a touch of taupe on a piece of white paper, it will occupy the entire white paper.

Wen Yu stared wide-eyed, looking at the gray-brown curtain between the sky and the earth, raised his head and kept going upwards, and gradually saw a vicissitudes of green color on the top of the sky.

【Ding!Congratulations to the host, get the Qi of the Five Emperors. Wood

Remarks: Kunlun Sacred Tree]

A mechanical voice sounded in Zhao Wujiang's mind, and he understood that the gray-brown curtain stretching across the sky and the earth in front of him was the torso of the Kunlun Sacred Tree, and the green color of the sky was the dense leaves of the Sacred Tree.

He was also shocked at the moment, he had never seen such a huge thing, as if this tree supported the whole world.

The vicissitudes, the vastness, the years, last forever!
The two approached quickly, and a dark brown hill appeared in front of them, which was the root system extended from the ground by God Kunlun.

The hills are covered with snow, and there are many trees and flowers, but they are all withered, and only a faint vitality exists.

Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu climbed up the root hill, and walked up the hill continuously.

Outside of Kunlun, everyone looked into the Kunlun Magic Mirror. The figures of Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu disappeared after entering the vast expanse. They all exclaimed and voiced their doubts.

"What's going on here? Why can't Zhao Wujiang and the others be seen?"

"Maybe they got lost?"

"It's so weird."

The third elder's white eyebrows fluttered, and he thought of a possibility. Immediately afterwards, ripples appeared on the water-like surface of the magic mirror. He was extremely puzzled, and thought to himself that he hadn't opened the magic mirror. What's going on?

The wind and snow gathered on the mirror to form an old figure, with long hair reaching to the waist, all in the color of wood green, wearing a snow-white gown, stepping barefoot on the mirror.

"Patriarch?" The third elder exclaimed.

"Kun Wuzi, you stay here, anyone who moves here will be killed!" the patriarch of the Kunlun survivor said coldly, his eyes were indifferent to the paleness of all beings.

Afterwards, he tiptoed, disappeared outside the divine mirror, and stepped into the Kunlun divine mirror.

The third elder Kun Wuzi's complexion turned into frost for a moment, and with a gesture of raising his hand, the surrounding wind and snow fluttered, forming a snowy city wall on the top of the mountain.

"Kun Wuzi, what are you doing?"

"Senior, what happened? Why?"

"This murderous look? Is this how the Kunlun survivors treat guests?"

A sound of shock and anger continued to sound.

(End of this chapter)