The Mortal Immortal

Early the next morning, Su Wan'er, who was protecting Shu Han outside the tree house, was awakened. When she opened her eyes, she saw that it was Zhuo Chun.

Su Wan'er couldn't help feeling a little disgusted and asked, "Why are you here with me?"

Zhuo Chun smiled apologetically and said, "Wan'er, don't be so hostile, we are all from the same clan. Yesterday I did overdo it. If you think about it carefully, since you are the one who witnessed the spirit descending from the ancestral tree with your own eyes, there is absolutely nothing wrong with this person. "

"Yesterday, I was too obedient to the rules. Now our Changlin clan is in crisis. Sticking to the rules can't save our Changlin clan. So today I made a special trip to invite you to the memorial platform."

Su Wan'er's disgust subsided and she nodded and said, "That's the right way to think about it. Everyone is doing it for the clan. Just wait, I'll ask the adults to come out right now."

"No!"

Shu Han walked out of the tree house and said, "Since no one is stopping me, for the sake of the Changlin clan, I'd better get on the altar as soon as possible."

When Zhuo Chun saw Shu Han coming out, his eyes that contained murderous intent yesterday changed and became respectful and even flattering.

He apologized with a smile: "Sir, I offended you yesterday, please forgive me! You will definitely be a high-ranking person in the future, please ignore the past grudges and take good care of me!"

There is something in the words!

He didn't know what Wei Haolong said to him last night to make him so respectful.

"It's easy to talk about! We will all be brothers of the same race in the future, so naturally we have to take care of him a lot!"

Zhuo Chun's eyes lit up, his smile became even brighter, and he quickly opened the way for Shu Han.

That enthusiasm made Su Wan'er's skin crawl, and she thought, what's wrong with this guy?

Following Zhuo Chun to the memorial platform, all the guards were dismissed by Zhuo Chun. He leaned into Shu Han's ear and whispered: "The sky is shining with fire, the fire is blazing! My lord, all the guards at the memorial platform have been found. The excuse is gone, are you satisfied with this?"

"Very good, your merits will be immense in the future."

Shu Han replied without saltiness, which made Zhuo Chun feel ecstatic.

At this time, with his clear eyes, he caught a glimpse of an illusory shadow, which turned out to be that boy Wei Haolong.

Wei Haolong used the Spiritual Invisibility and Void Technique to hide around Zhuo Chun, and said to Shu Han in a forced tone: "How is it? This bitch can be trained well. I will make you the son of Song Changyi, the leader of Huoyunsha, and I There’s no need to brag, my father is the second in command. Your status scares this kid.”

"Lao Yu, are you sure?"

Shu Han responded in a tight voice: "Nine times out of ten!"

"how long it takes?"

"I don't know, it should be soon. You wait here now. With Zhuo Chun's support, you won't be afraid of being exposed. If I haven't come down from the ancestral tree in three months, you should find a way to leave Nandou Forest as soon as possible. The war will begin. "

"Okay! It's all up to you! Be careful, you are so stupid, I will have to find a chance to get it back if you hit me!"

After saying that, Wei Haolong turned and left the memorial platform.

Shu Han smiled and climbed up the spiritual stone steps step by step.

As he stepped on the stone steps, he thought of Su Wan'er's reminder and slowed down to feel and communicate with the ancestral tree.

But after sensing it for a long time, I felt nothing.

He scolded himself in his mind: How stupid, I am not from the Changlin tribe, I can sense a hammer!

Looking at the long stone steps, Shu Han had to pretend to understand deeply and climb slowly step by step in order not to be exposed.

After climbing for more than an hour, he finally reached the memorial platform. On the memorial platform, Shu Han looked at the majestic ancient tree in front of him and felt worried.

What to do next?

He rolled his eyes, quietly took out a handful of Houtu fairy soil, and muttered something: "The ancestral tree is above, do you want some fresh and good Houtu fairy soil?"

Sure enough, the ancestral tree that had been standing still shook violently.

Su Wan'er and Zhuo Chun below were both shocked. They had never seen the ancient tree tremble.

Under the altar, Su Wan'er knelt down, with tears streaming down her face, and murmured piously to herself: "It is indeed the person who summoned the spirit from the ancestral tree! I hope your sincere piety can move the ancestral spirit and seek continued survival for our clan. The method!”

On the mourning platform, Shu Han shouted in a low voice: "Hey, let me tell you, it's not for free! Give me the Sacred Core of Finding Heart and the Heart of the Ancestral Tree in exchange!"

Seeing that the ancient tree was unresponsive, Shu Han directly increased the price, took out another handful of Houtu Xianyang, and said: "Don't go too far, this is all I have, if you want to change, hurry up. If you miss this village, you won't have this store." !”

Finally, the ancestral tree wavered again, and countless flowers fell from the ancestral tree, forming a snow-white staircase leading directly to the memorial platform.

This scene directly shocked all the Changlin clan members in the Ancestral Tree Space. They had never seen such a grand occasion in their history. Each of them burst into tears, knelt on the ground and worshiped.

Shu Han climbed up the flower steps and walked towards the ancient tree step by step. Suddenly, when he stepped on a certain step, the surrounding space began to distort. Suddenly, Shu Han was transferred to a magical realm.

Under his feet was a piece of blue-white soil, surrounded by an empty and white world. In the center of this blue-colored soil, a young sapling grows.

Shu Han Qingling looked over and saw that the seedling seemed to contain an infinite amount of pure wood spiritual power.

He couldn't help but get closer, but suddenly, the seedling shook and gradually transformed into a snow-white fat man about two or three years old.

The little fat man stared at Shu Han with his big eyes, biting his chubby finger, saliva dripping down, and pointed at the Houtu Xianyang in Shu Han's hand.

Shu Han's eyelids twitched and he couldn't help asking: "Are you the spirit of the ancestral tree?"

The little fat boy was babbling, and Shu Han couldn't understand a word, but he felt the fluctuation of his spirit and understood what he meant.

This little fat boy was indeed the spirit of the ancestral tree, and he had just transformed.

Looking at the stupid little fat boy in front of him, he couldn't help but be stunned. He clearly felt that the little fat boy was not very intelligent because he had just transformed.

The ancestral spirit that the Changlin clan had worshipped for generations turned out to be such an unintelligent little fat boy?

The Changlin clan had so many historical stories, sacrificial rituals, and traditional customs about the ancestral tree. Shu Han also heard from Su Wan'er that the clan also had a masterpiece of tens of millions of words, which was specifically used to explain the implications of various phenomena of the ancestral tree.

But now it seems that all of this is an over-interpretation of the mysterious behavior of a tree spirit that had just transformed.

Shu Han was speechless: This is too stupid!

The little fat boy chewed his hands and crawled in front of Shu Han, shouting that he wanted Hou Tu Xian Ran.

Shu Han had no choice but to explain: "I told you, if you want Hou Tu Xiantu, you have to give me the Heart of the Ancestral Tree and the Seeking Heart Sacred Core."

The little fat boy pouted, then clenched his fists, his face flushed red.

Shu Han was shocked: "This shape! Are you taking a shit?"

Bang!

Suddenly, a dozen fragrant flowers popped out of his head.

It was the Seeking Heart Sacred Core!