However, it has no vitality anymore. The dry bark and only leaves remain, like an old man in his twilight years, which has reached the point where the oil is gone.

As Yin Jiu and Qingluan stopped one after another, the branches of the divine wood swayed and became happier.

The branches hit the torso and turned into a drum beat.

Su Qingwan suddenly realized that this drum beat was the echo she heard on the way she came.

Yin Jiu raised his hand to catch the branches of the divine wood. There was a little nostalgia and softness in his eyes, and his tone was full of kindness: "Okay, don't knock it anymore, I'm already here."

Shenmu rubbed Yin Jiu's palm with his branches.

The swaying leaves play a movement.

Su Qingwan couldn't understand, she covered her eyes and thought: Shenmu actually wanted to convey something to Yin Jiu.

Yin Jiu chuckled and hugged Shenmu's torso, brushing his palm across the rough bark, comforting with the gentleness of an elder. He whispered: "I'm here to see you, little Shenmu."

The divine wood is quiet.

It wrapped its branches around Yin Jiu, inexplicably cautious, as if it was afraid that the rough skin would cut Yin Jiu's clothes. Its tree crown was shaking left and right, as if it had finally seen the child of a relative who had been reunited for a long time, acting coquettish towards Yin Jiu.

"Little Shenmu, look here! I'm back too!" Qingluan ran to the tree excitedly and hooked up a branch. He raised his head and asked, "Long time no see, do you miss me very much?"

When Shenmu heard this, he also wrapped the green phoenix around.

Qingluan smiled happily, and then he looked at the bare branches of the divine wood and felt a little uncomfortable. He remembered that the last time he saw the divine wood, the divine wood was still lush. Only then did he realize that he had really left this land for too long.

The divine trees are almost withered.

This is the little divine tree he saw with his own eyes born and grow. Now, he wants to witness the disappearance of the little divine tree with his own eyes. Qingluan still remembers the joy of the germination of the divine tree, and also remembers how cute the first leaf of the divine tree grew. Even though Queen Mother of the West cultivated hundreds of divine trees, this only savage tree from the Emperor of Heaven is his favorite.

There is not much vitality in the divine wood.

It held on for a long time and did not wither like other companions. Isn’t it just to see them for the last time? Qingluan regrets that she will not return for a long time.

Fortunately, they finally caught up.

Su Qingwan held Ayin and Ayang and refused to disturb their long-term reunion. Her eyes fell on the sacred tree, and suddenly she found a phoenix feather where the roots of the tree intersected with the soil.

Like what she had seen before, the feathers on Qingluan's wings.

"Qingqingqingqingqing, this is buried by the master!"

"It's Xiao Shiba's feather!"

Ayin and Ayang actively answered Su Qingwan's doubts.

Yin Jiu?

What did he do to bury Qingluan’s feathers under the divine tree?

Su Qingwan’s doubt was unexplained by Ayin and Ayang.

But Qingluan knew, so Qingluan happily showed her favor in front of Su Qingwan: "This one goes back to before my transformation. If a natural phoenix like us wants to transform into a human form, she will occasionally have to withstand a thunder disaster."

"I am the one who occasionally. After carrying the thunder tribulation, I was left with a breath. The Emperor of Heaven took me to Master Jiu. Master Jiu found a way."

"Jiu Ye tied my heart feathers with the divine wood of the Emperor of Heaven. The vitality of the divine wood was shared with me, so that I could save my life. I had the cause of the red line for the Emperor of Heaven. If I survived with the help of the Emperor of Heaven, it would be considered that the Ninth Master had fulfilled this cause and effect for the Emperor of Heaven."

Therefore, he can sense the whereabouts of the divine wood within a certain range.

When he was so powerful that he did not need to rely on the vitality of the divine wood, he cut off the sharing of life. But this feather in his heart still remained in the divine wood.

Qingluan smiled gently: "The little divine wood is like my other pair of eyes here. If there is a big turmoil here, I can sense it through it. And come back as soon as possible."

Yin Jiu nodded: "The black and black one struck by lightning is similar to a roasted bird."

Qingluan muttered: "It's not that bad. Look at my heart, how beautiful."

"That's because you only have three hairs left in your heart. " Yin Jiu said as he raised his hand and compared his fingers to him, emphasizing expressionlessly, "Three."

Qingluan's heart pain after a long time.

After not understanding Jiu Ye’s communication skills for many years, he forgot how much this master owe him.

"Justice Jiu." Su Qingwan called out with a soft voice in laughter and cry.

Yin Jiu glanced at Qingluan with a sideways and stopped talking: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, go do the serious business."
Chapter completed!