Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Feng Qingran said through the voice: "Every flower and leaf of the Hongmeng tree represents a world. This world should not refer to a small world, let alone a single plane, so I guess you can deal with these foreign auras."

The Hongmeng Tree felt a little proud, "Huh! That's inevitable. I'm not the Bodhi Tree. I'm the Hongmeng Tree. It's just that there are many strong people who are ignorant and always mistake the Bodhi Tree for me."

"The bodhi tree is a world tree, one leaf and one world, which refers to the small world of your plane."

"If you ask me, if you really want to control the rules faster, it's best to find the Boundary Tree of the plane first. Getting the recognition of the Boundary Tree is much more useful than that of some great avenue."

The Hongmeng tree had long wanted to distinguish it from the Bodhi tree, but it finally found a chance.

"Okay, how do you deal with these auras?" Feng Qingran asked.

"You first use the highest level formation disk to seal off the entire space. My appearance will definitely cause the earth to tremble, and there will be strange phenomena in the outside world, so my breath must not be leaked." Hongmeng Shu's voice was solemn.

If it weren't for the outside breath, it would also be nourishment for it.

It really won't wade into this muddy water.

The telepathy of the Twelve Witch Ancestors, the Curse of Reincarnation, the Wheel of Curse, the God of Sacrifice...

A small altar has almost gathered most of the terrifying beings.

I don’t know if Feng Qingran can handle it.

Hongmengshu sympathized slightly with Feng Qingran. He was such a poor child with such a tragic fate!

In other times, with Feng Qingran's qualifications, he would have been a genius of a generation, going smoothly and being sought after by many...

It's a pity that she was unlucky and was born in the wrong era, and the difficulties she encountered were beyond her capabilities.

It was also in obscurity along the way.

If not for something secretly protecting her.

She would have died eight hundred times!

While Hongmeng Shu was thinking a lot, Feng Qingran set up an isolation array, using the ancient market that had been treasured for a long time.

Seeing this, Hongmeng Tree ducked out of the space.

The whole body of the Hongmeng tree shimmers with purple energy, which is overwhelming.

The originally quiet chains suddenly made a sound, and countless strange auras left the chains and rushed towards Feng Qingran quickly.

They are afraid of the Hongmeng tree.

Seeing this, Feng Qingran ducked into the void space and observed the situation outside.

The strange aura lost its target and flew towards the stone pillar.

The runes on the stone pillars lit up.

Seeing this, the Hongmeng Tree's aura floated, and the terrifying pressure spread to the entire space.

Those weird auras seemed to be pulled by an irresistible force into the Hongmeng Tree.

The Hongmeng tree absorbed all the strange aura.

Twelve rays of light and shadow appeared from the stone pillars.

The light and shadow stare at the Hongmeng tree.

Hongmengshu, who originally wanted to make a move, flashed into the space instantly.

"That Xiaofeng, please wish yourself well." After saying this, the Hongmeng tree took root in its original place and sealed its aura.

Feng Qingran naturally saw the situation outside clearly. The twelve witches only had a ray of spiritual thought, but they could still give her the feeling of destroying the world.

The 'god of sacrifice' mentioned by Youming Kun flashed in Feng Qingran's mind.

Are they the gods of sacrifice?

But Wanling was still outside. Considering the twelve witch ancestors' obsession with Father God, Feng Qingran chose to replace the Sky-Opening Ax with the Qingluan Sword.

When she stepped outside, a majestic force came over her.

The step above her head lit up with purple light, and a protective barrier formed.

But even so, that terrifying pressure still exists.

Feng Qingran clenched the Qingluan Sword tightly, her eyes solemn, and she did not take action without permission.

A layer of green light appeared on the Qingluan Sword, as if it was fighting against something.

Feng Qingran looked at Qingluan Sword, her face turned pale, and she sent it back to the void space. These were not things that could deal with the phantoms of the Twelve Witch Ancestors.

She is not strong enough to control the Sky Axe.

There was an extra round bead in Feng Qingran's hand, which was the Hongmeng Bead given to her by the old man before.

Hongmeng's thing, an innate treasure, might be able to protect her.

"Hand it over!" An extremely overbearing voice sounded.

The sound did not come from the twelve rays of light and shadow.

"What are you looking at? I am the God of Sacrifice. Hand over what you have in your hand and I can let you go." His voice was cold.

Feng Qingran pursed her lips. Twelve lights and shadows, and another god of sacrifice. Everything was beyond her knowledge. How should she deal with things she didn't understand at all?

The God of Sacrifice waited a little impatiently and said again: "My patience is limited. You'd better hand the things to me quickly, otherwise I will kill someone in the secret room every quarter of an hour you hesitate!"

"If you want it, why don't you come and get it yourself?" Feng Qingran found that all his strength was restricted.

There must be something in her that the God of Sacrifice is afraid of.

Could it be the step above her head?

"Hmph! It's true that you don't want to eat after a toast. Let's deal with one first and show you the price of disobeying me!" The voice of the God of Sacrifice fell.

A picture appeared in front of Feng Qingran's eyes.

There are several secret rooms in the screen.

There was a person with dull eyes standing inside.

Bang! ——

The woman in the first secret room exploded into a bloody mist.

Immediately afterwards, a cloaked man in black landed at the entrance of the secret room and said in disbelief: "How is it possible? Why didn't the God of Sacrifice keep his promise? He moved the sacrifice in advance."

Feng Qingran knew very well that the people in the secret room were puppets made by Ning Shiyue.

But seeing the third senior sister disappear before her eyes, it still had a great impact on Feng Qingran.

What if the people inside are real?

If the mysterious man hadn't left, would they really have had a chance to escape?

At this moment, Feng Qingran truly realized the importance of strength.

The God of Sacrifice said from above: "How is it? Do you want to continue? If you leave it to me a moment later, a few more people will die."

It is the same light and shadow as the Twelve Witch Ancestors.

Feng Qingran's eyes flashed coldly, remembering the old man's words, gods are just honorific titles for the strong, there is no such level as gods in this world.

The absence of the level of God does not mean that there is no God.

The god of sacrifice in front of him may be a god in the true sense.

It has the legendary arrogance of a god.

Moreover, the God of Sacrifice is different from the light and shadow of the Twelve Witch Ancestors. It really exists here, otherwise she would not have asked her for the Hongmeng Pearl.

"You said you are the God of Sacrifice, do you belong to this plane?" Feng Qingran didn't want to follow the idea of ​​the God of Sacrifice. She wanted to know what a real God is like.

There was so much she didn't know about God.

The God of Sacrifice seemed to have heard something ridiculous and chuckled: "Little girl, you are really pitiful for asking such an ignorant question. God does not belong to any plane, but he can control any plane. Do you understand?"

"You must not understand. After all, you, an ant like you, may not even know what a god is."

"Listen, God is supreme. These are the rules of the universe and all living beings need to abide by them."