When everyone knelt down and prayed to the gods for forgiveness, the copper bell on the dragon's blood tree suddenly stopped ringing.
The dark red tree body began to expand and contract very regularly, and there seemed to be blood surging inside it, traveling up from the roots and condensing on the treetops, emitting a faint golden light, with traces of black mixed in.
Wire.
The resentment flowing in the air was instantly eliminated as soon as it came into contact with the golden light, and the rest ran away like a mouse running away from a cat.
The golden light became stronger and stronger, and actually dissipated most of the thick resentment in the sky. The black threads were entangled with the golden light, and they bared their teeth and claws against the resentment. The bright light from the outside was sprinkled on the treetops, and it merged with the golden light, complementing each other.
For a moment, it was like a light bursting out of the darkness, giving people a sense of hope.
The dissipated resentment did not disappear or leave, but surrounded the dragon's blood tree from a distance. At first glance, the overall shape looked like a "mushroom cloud".
Or a black mushroom cloud.
When the villagers saw that the sacred tree had come to life, their faces were full of surprise. The frequency of their kowtows became faster and faster, and their strength became heavier and heavier. Regardless of the mud on their foreheads, they kept shouting: "Congratulations to the immortal aunt, congratulations to the immortal aunt, for cultivating the immortal way."
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They use this way to tell everyone that they are the most loyal believers of their gods.
Chuanyun's brows furrowed as she watched this scene. She didn't think that all this was a miracle, because while the golden light dispersed her resentment, she actually heard a cry for help in a milky voice:
"Sister, please save me...save me..."
The breath of that voice was very weak, but it was very anxious, as if it would disappear in the next moment.
There was no response, just pretending not to hear, but my scalp was numb uncontrollably.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, causing the copper bells to ring and the red silk on the branches to fly all over the sky.
It also made her feel uneasy.
The heavy rain that had been falling all day had stopped at some point. The muddy ground reflected golden light, and when the wind blew, the waves sparkled.
The gravel on the ground rose into the air along with the raindrops, and the sky and the earth became darker and gloomier. The raindrops evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye, followed by a pungent smell of dust.
At this time, countless grievances surged toward the "mushroom cloud" from all directions, but they did not dare to get too close. They just circled around, increasing in number, and gradually formed a wind field like a tornado in the sky.
The wind field blocked the light above, and the surrounding area also became a faint wall of wind, enveloping it, tending to gradually press against the golden light.
The wind was blowing very strangely, getting stronger and stronger. Chuan Yun found that he could no longer stand, and could only hold on to the rhubarb beside him to steady himself.
Yellow-orange berries began to fall continuously, and the copper bell began to vibrate erratically. The sound it emitted was extremely noisy and harsh, which was disturbing.
The ringing sound spread out in all directions with waves of power, shaking the villagers kneeling below so much that milky white blood flowed from their ears. They didn't care, their faces were filled with crazy joy, but their eyes were very dull.
When they saw a "fruit rain" falling from the sky, they thought it was a gift from the gods, so they immediately caught it with both hands, grabbed it on the ground, and finally stuffed it into their mouths, whether it was stones or fruits.
They've gone crazy, and it's obviously related to the ring tone.
Chuan Yun grabbed Rhubarb's paw with one "hand" and picked up a fruit. After crushing it, he saw bright red blood pouring out of it.
What on earth is this?
There seems to be an answer ready to come out in my mind, but I can't remember it even after thinking about it.
Dahuang was trembling with fear, his ears were faintly stained with blood, he was lying on his knees and roaring hysterically at the dragon blood tree, with tears faintly visible in his eyes.
"Doudou...Master...Heihei bad guy...it hurts..."
The ring tone had no influence on Chuanyun. She didn't care to comfort Dahuang. She felt that the power of the demon wind was still increasing, and finally she was so fascinated that she couldn't open her eyes.
The villagers were still frantically picking up the 'blood fruits' and stuffing them into their mouths, with their mouths wide open. The scene was so strange that no one dared to look directly at it.
"Sister...help..." The voice rang again, and its breath was weaker than at the beginning.
Chuanyun remained indifferent.
At this time, a curtain of light suddenly formed in front of Chuan Yun's eyes, and a scene flashed out. He saw villagers carrying long objects similar to human shapes and throwing them into the hole of the dragon blood tree. The villagers surrounded them.
, cheering.
Among the figures thrown into the tree hole was Bai Sanlang.
When Chuan Yun saw this, his heart suddenly turned into a lead weight and kept sinking.
"Master...Master..." Dahuang kept yelling at the light screen, obviously it could see it, and tears kept flowing from its eyes as it yelled, obviously it saw its owner.
It wanted to run towards the tree hole, but it couldn't break through the wind wall at all. It could only roar on the spot, shouting "Master, Master".
"Sister Yao...save me..."
The voice was so weak this time that it was almost inaudible. Chuan Yun didn't know why, but after hearing that "Sister Yang", inexplicable emotions suddenly surged into his heart, until his defense was completely broken, and he burst into tears uncontrollably.
Falling to the ground.
She was so sad, but she didn't know why.
Is that 'Sister Yang' calling her?
Chuanyun began to walk towards the dragon's blood tree unconsciously, and the wind that carried it automatically gave way to a passage. When she reacted, she found that she had actually walked to the dragon's blood tree and touched the trunk with her claws.
The tree trunk emits a faint golden light, and the breath is very pure, wrapping her paws, as if she is nostalgic for something.
A familiar breath came, and a strong thought suddenly arose in her heart. She couldn't let this golden light disappear.
Absolutely not.
This thought together made her head up, and she jumped into the tree hole without thinking, but she didn't see the big yellow that was still there roaring in place, but it couldn't get through the wall of wind.
The moment Chuan Yun jumped into the tree hole, the tree hole completely disappeared, and the surrounding wind wall also disappeared.
The golden light was suppressed weakly, and the black thread retreated along the tree trunk. The tornado formed by the resentment began to continuously follow the tree trunk, from top to bottom, and entered the ground.
Dahuang crawled and crawled to the foot of the big tree, whining and squealing, his two claws quickly digging at the roots of the tree, without any effect, but he never stopped for a moment.
"Master...Doudou..."
The wind field that absorbed the soul disappeared, but the gravel in the sky did not disappear, and the sky was filled with yellow sand.
The villagers were still rushing to stuff the fruit into their mouths. They seemed to be in a state of confusion, with happy smiles on their faces. They seemed to have seen themselves, as believers of gods, being transformed into immortals.
Little did they know that their wounds were still filled with liquid, their vitality was constantly disappearing, and wrinkles, gray hair, and age spots all appeared one by one.