"Ink Ant here tasted a power that does not belong to this world." Xi Ming said: "It's still very fresh, just in the past three days."

Jiang Wang casually cut off a piece of rotten wood and slowly burned it with the true fire of Samadhi: "It can only be Ao Kui. What did he do here?"

Xi Ming said: "The vitality of this old tree was robbed. He deliberately concealed the traces and modified it to look like it would naturally decay. However, the impact of this old tree on the soil and the encroachment on the living space of other surrounding trees are all

He can't change it."

Jiang Wang himself had also obtained the answer through Samadhi True Fire, which was consistent with Xi Ming's description. He frowned and said: "Ao Kui has the ability to plunder the vitality of trees for his own use. But this vitality is too small for him, and it is not enough for him.

What to do?"

Xi Ming said: "If Ao Kui can recover with this, what we should see here is Bald Mountain. It means that this secret technique has limitations, and he needs to use this little vitality to do something here."

Jiang Wang asked again: "Can we trace him through these powers?"

"I'm doing."

"If I were Ao Kui, I passed by here in a hurry a thousand years ago and hid the treasure of the Heavenly Buddha. When I came back after a thousand years, the first thing I would do would definitely be to hunt for treasure. And I have already contacted the Begging for Life Tathagata Bowl and sealed off the world. But out of

For some reason, I can't completely liberate its power - so the most important thing now is to unlock this treasure and live a hundred lives." Jiang Wang pondered: "The vitality of this tree can be like this to beggars.

Is the bowl useful?”

Xi Ming injected the power swallowed by the black ants into the four machine birds, and then released them in four directions. At the same time, he analyzed: "From the perspective of the comparison of power, even if it is useful, it is at best a lure."

Jiang Wang thought thoughtfully: "What's so special about this tree?"

"The oldest tree in this mountain forest..." Xi Ming said, grasping the key: "No, the special thing is that it is the oldest existing tree on Shengshou Mountain."

The special place is Shengshou Mountain!

Jiang Wang's eyes also lit up: "It has the power of the origin of the floating land human race!"

Xi Ming continued: "Perhaps Qihuo Rusibo was blocked by the world power of the floating land world, so that Ao Kui could not use his full strength. Whether it was the intentional guidance of the floating land human race, or the instinctive rejection of the world. Well, in short, this situation has been created. And Ao Kui Dongshi Zhen has seen the fundamental problem and is solving it. That’s why we need to use the power of the origin of the floating land human race as a guide."

"How to solve the blockade of world power when one's own strength is insufficient? Given the long heritage of Jucheng, there must be many ideas?"

"You can also ask the little holy monk, Xuankong Temple is not in vain. It is best for us to pool our wisdom and exhaust the path of this dragon, and then cut them off one by one."

Just as he was talking, Jingli's voice rang out - "Junior brother, this way!"

The black ants are still crawling tirelessly across every inch of the land.

Jiang Wanghe and Xi Ming shuttled through the quiet mountain forest and quickly found Jingli's location——

He is in a deep cave.

There are ancient vines, trees, and mossy boulders outside this cave. They are hidden very deep, and he doesn’t know how he can find them.

At this moment, the tree moved away from the stone, as if an ancient tomb was being dug, and the sky light swam in. The smell of the old decay was still flowing out, and it was unknown how many years it had been sealed by the stone before it reappeared in the world.

When I walked in, I discovered that this cave is high, wide, and extending in all directions. Its appearance is difficult to understand at a glance.

The sound of wind shuttled through the cave in the distance, and there was the faint cry of crows, which was inexplicably eerie.

The handsome and clean young monk was standing in front of the historic stone wall with his palms clasped together. A circle of Buddha's light behind his head made his shiny bald head shine, and the dark cave seemed to be illuminated by him.

Then the bloody and terrifying rock paintings in front of him seemed to become peaceful and warm.

In Jiang Wang's eyes, this scene itself is also a painting, for——
Chapter completed!