White Snake Demonstration Walk

Chapter 90 The Millennium Tree Demon
The night is as dark as splashed ink, and although the stars and the moon are bright in the sky, they can't illuminate the darkness in the forest.

In this world, where there is light, there is darkness, where there is righteousness, there is evil, where there is a pure land of Buddhism, there is an abyss of demon realm...

There are ten generations of good people, and there are nine generations of villains, as if one body has two sides, the eternal truth of heaven and earth.

If it is said that the tree demon represents great evil, Qiao Chen'an stands on the standpoint of goodness.

Water and fire are incompatible, and good and evil are incompatible.

Above Lanruo Temple, a large bronze cauldron flew towards the outside of the temple at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind a series of low-pitched crackling sounds, which were overwhelming.

Qiao Chenan stood coldly on the tripod, his sleeves had already disappeared in the fierce battle, revealing a pair of powerful arms.

There was a lot of dust and blood on the green shirt, and he looked a bit embarrassed, but his eyes were as bright as stars, like two stars in this dark night, it was difficult to hide the special charm of him.

With the supernatural power of double pupils, he had already seen a mass of graves not far away, there were hundreds of them in number, and the graves bulged up on the ground, like ugly scars.

Overgrown with weeds, it was waist-deep, gray and white stone tablets stood randomly in the tomb, tilted to this side, and some of them had already been broken in two.

It was late at night, and there was a layer of faint green flames floating in the cemetery. From a distance, it looked like a green ocean. Accompanied by the sound of old crows from time to time, it seemed that they had come to the underworld.

Although there are only hundreds of graves, there are more than a hundred people who have died here in vain over the years. Most of them don't even have a place to bury them. The corpses are scattered in the wilderness, leaving only a pile of scattered bones.

A veritable mass grave.

And in the middle of the mass grave, there is a huge old locust tree, the trunk is thick enough for several people to hug, its branches and leaves cover the sky and the sun, casting a large shadow, covering almost all the grave mounds.

But at this time, the old tree was full of evil spirits, its branches and leaves were shaking, and a hideous and ugly face appeared on the trunk, angrily said: "Stinky boy, how dare you hurt me! I will definitely peel you and bone you, and train you into a ghost soldier!" , so that you will never be reborn!"

The corner of Qiao Chen'an's mouth showed a hint of coldness. If he loses this battle, he will naturally let the opponent decide whether to kill or cut him.

The matter has come to this point, it has long been a situation of immortality, even if his soul is scattered, it is reasonable.

From the moment he set foot on the road of practice, he had already made up his mind that he must die.

Qiao Chen'an never thought that he was the son of destiny, he had the so-called "protagonist aura", he was no different from ordinary people, he had the same head and two hands, why couldn't he die while others?
He was never afraid to consider the worst possible outcome, even including his own death.

One more day to live is a great blessing.

Just because you are not afraid of death, you are not afraid of anything.

In order to be invincible.

Normally, he is a positive, heartless optimist, but at certain moments, he is an extreme pessimist. It may be strange to say, but human beings are not just a contradiction. combination?
Branches and vines rose from the ground, like poisonous snakes, pouring towards Qiao Chen'an overwhelmingly, and the strong demonic aura turned into clusters of nearly substantial clouds covering the sky, casting a huge shadow.

The small sword beside Qiao Chen'an turned into a golden light. Under his control, it was like a flying dragon leaping into the sky, releasing sword energy that could break gold and crack rocks. It was as violent as the sea. Wherever it passed, the branches were twisted and shattered, turning into a sky full of flames. sawdust.

But the tree demon's millennium cultivation base, although limited by its own aptitude, has not broken through to the golden core stage, but its strength is extremely strong. After so many years, it has accumulated an unknown amount of demon power in its body.

In a thousand years, even a pig has already matured.

The little sword criss-crossed, cutting down vertically, cutting out a sword aura several feet long, cutting a huge gap in the front, but it was filled again in an instant, and before you knew it, the surroundings were full of branches, rushing left and right Suddenly, like a caged animal.

More branches rushed towards Qiao Chen'an, his expression remained calm, he was still standing on top of the cauldron, moving forward bravely, without any intention of avoiding its edge.

The old demon's body is like a sea of ​​monsters. If there is a war of attrition, the power in his body must be exhausted first.At that time, he will really become a fish to be slaughtered, so he can only make a quick decision, and he will not be allowed to back down in the slightest.

Facing the sea of ​​branches blocking the way, several talisman seals appeared in Qiao Chen'an's hand, and he threw them forward, aroused by spiritual power, and exploded instantly, clusters of golden flames bloomed under the night sky, and countless branches and leaves fell.

The five elements generate and restrain each other, and the old demon is an ancient tree who has obtained the Tao, so it is most suitable to deal with it with the magic of fire.

Qiao Chen'an has not stopped practicing for a day since he learned the art of talismans, so he has quite a lot of inventory in his hand, and he has made up his mind that even if it is smashed, he will forcefully smash a way to the old demon's real body.

The sound of explosions continued, huge sparks lit up in the night sky, mixed with the angry roar of the old demon, Qiao Chen'an, like a sharp arrow, pierced fiercely towards the ancient pagoda tree with unstoppable momentum.

puff!
A branch as thick as a finger broke through many obstacles, and pierced Qiao Chenan's shoulder deeply like a poisonous snake, almost piercing through from front to back, and a stream of blood splashed onto his face and mouth.

Some fishy and salty.

It was the first time for Qiao Chen'an to taste the taste of blood, but he didn't hate it, even if the blood was his own.

Feeling inexplicably upset, as a man, he should drink the blood of his opponent, but he didn't expect that the first time he gave it to himself.

He didn't seem to feel the pain, his expression was calm, his eyes were still fixed on the front, and after finally blasting away the blocking branches again, his front suddenly became empty, all the obstacles disappeared, revealing a bare lonely grave.

A big locust tree is close in front of you.

Before he could catch his breath, a light and shadow flashed in front of him suddenly, and a strangely dressed man in a black and red robe appeared in front of him, with a voice that was neither male nor female, as if two souls were alternating, "Stinky boy , die!"

The rough palm turned into countless tiny vines, like little snakes, with a bewitching light, biting towards his heart.

Qiao Chen'an's pupils narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously raised his hand to block it. With a puff, blood splashed everywhere, and the palm of his hand was directly pierced by a vine, and blood overflowed.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of grandma's mouth, and Qiao Chenan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He felt a piercing pain in the palm of his hand. Rooted on the top, the essence in the body overflows like a flood!

Grandma had a look of enjoyment on her face. She practiced for thousands of years, and her lifespan was almost exhausted, so she absorbed the vitality of passers-by in Lanruo Temple to prolong her life.

Qiao Chenan's life energy is as vigorous as the sea, which is a great tonic for her.

"Old demon!"

Qiao Chen'an's eyes were like lightning, his tone was cold, and he punched out, golden light boiled, as if holding a small sun in his palm, with the sound of wind and thunder, it hit the tree demon's chest!
　Thanks to "Hongmengyi", "Yiwenyezi", "My name is a good man" for the [-] tipping, and that brother... (I really don't know what those two words read) for the [-] tipping.

　　
　
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