On the ground, the giant tree filaments that penetrated the sky and the earth all shrank after Feng Qingyang was trapped, and returned to the branches inserted into the ground.
As if waking up from a dream, Feng Qingyang looked at the proud giant tree. He remained silent. If his guess was correct, this tree must have an extremely respected status in the sealed world.
Otherwise, it would never be so angry because Feng Qingyang devoured the essence of the spell in its branches. Feng Qingyang also clearly saw in the previous scene that there were countless sealed-world monks practicing in it.
The essence of the spell they devoured was completely different from what he had absorbed before. To understand this, Feng Qingyang naturally made enough preparations.
But it did not mean that he gave up. Instead, he made up his mind to wait patiently for the moment when the Yinxu Curse was about to close, because he believed that the giant tree at this time would never kill him easily.
Sure enough, just as I was thinking this, the scenery in front of me flashed, and suddenly a handsome man with delicate eyebrows and eyes appeared. The man had an extraordinary handsome face and looked a little weird.
Feng Qingyang knew that this person was probably the incarnation of the giant tree's will. The two looked at each other, and after a long time, the latter suddenly burst into laughter.
"It's you. Such a small reptile actually gave me such a headache. Tell me, how should I refine you?" The young man brought up the old words again, as if he was afraid that Feng Qingyang would forget that he was about to refine him.
As he spoke, the young man's eyes widened, and a scene suddenly appeared in Feng Qingyang's mind. It was an extremely huge world, exactly the same as what he had seen before.
But the difference is that the sky at this time is dim. In the darkness, countless boundary-sealing monks are like locusts, carrying powerful magic weapons to bombard a giant tree as big as a mountain.
But those attacks seemed insignificant to the giant tree, just like a tickle. Over the years, suddenly one day, the giant tree, which had never cared, suddenly woke up.
Looking at the people who were bombarding it crazily, it became angry, and almost instantly it danced its tentacles buried underground. With just a flick of its fingers, those monks who were as dense as locusts all fell to the ground and died.
Looking at his final appearance, his eyes were dull and his body was intact, but his figure had long been lost in his eyes. It was obvious that his soul had been devoured. The scene suddenly changed at this point.
Several years later, countless monks came again, but this time they did not come for the expedition. Instead, they came together to kneel down in front of the giant tree and offer sacrifices.
The giant tree was happy to accept it all, and from then on, cultivators began to practice within the area it covered. This continued until many years later, when the sky collapsed and the earth sank, and the world changed drastically, but it still stood tall in the boundary, immortalizing itself forever.
"Do you know who I am?" The young man smiled evilly, and as he smiled he gradually turned into an old man with a kind face, but a hint of anger could still be seen in his eyes.
Feng Qingyang’s provocation cannot be easily forgiven, especially for a supreme super being like him. His provocation is almost trampling on the respected dignity of the giant tree.
"I am the god of the earth that seals the world!"
These few simple words were like thunder striking Feng Qingyang's heart. He originally had a guess in his mind, but now that he got the other party's clear answer, the shock was obviously beyond words.
"Boy, he is the Sealing Tree God, a creature of creation. Inside the main trunk of this tree, there are two tree hearts. One is there when it was born, and the other is the fruit. The fruit was cultivated over countless years. If you swallow it, you will probably become a Buddha on the spot and achieve the status of the Supreme Saint."
But at this moment, the mixed-feathered bird on Feng Qingyang's shoulder, which had been silent all this time, suddenly shouted, its voice containing a hint of excitement, shock, and fear.
"Tree God?" Feng Qingyang was stunned. He suppressed his fluctuating emotions and ignored the chattering of the mixed-feathered bird. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the old man in front of him.
He is not a fool, so he naturally knows the heavy meaning contained in these two words. To be able to be called the God of Trees, he must be at least a super existence among the top powerful beings in the sealed world.
"How do you know? Have you been to the sealed realm?" After a moment of silence, Feng Qingyang asked in a surprised voice.
Perhaps it was because he asked so casually that it was accidental, Zamao Bird blurted out: "Of course, the one who sealed the world back then, Curse Daozi, is my best friend."
As soon as he finished speaking the word "Matched Bird", he realized that he had said something wrong and laughed hurriedly. Looking at Feng Qingyang's eyes that were glowing dimly, he suddenly shuddered.
"I was just joking." His eyes rolled around and he immediately changed the subject.
Feng Qingyang looked at him deeply. The mixed-feather bird had always been an unforgettable mystery in his mind.
I remember that Saint Tianyi once called him Venerable Kong Xuan, a great Saint who existed in the Middle Ages. But if that was the case, how could he know Zhu Daozi
Feng Qingyang naturally knew who Zhu Daozi was. Although he didn't know that he had been given a title, he knew that he existed in ancient times.
In this way, the identity of the mixed-haired bird became even more mysterious. I originally thought that I had guessed his identity, but now it seems that what I know is just the tip of the iceberg.
After taking a deep look at the mixed-haired bird, Feng Qingyang did not mention the previous question again. Instead, he focused his gaze on the old man in front of him, the tree god that the mixed-haired bird mentioned.
"I don't know your name, senior. Please forgive me." Having said that, Feng Qingyang simply lowered his posture, with a respectful look on his face.
The old man smiled and nodded, but the intense anger in his eyes did not disappear because of Feng Qingyang's words. On the contrary, it became even deeper.
"Little reptile, there is an aura about you that is particularly familiar to me..." the old man muttered and fell into a brief moment of deep thought.
Feng Qingyang kept silent and did not interrupt the silence of the old man in front of him. He also took this opportunity to think about a way to leave. Looking at the old man who was transformed from the giant tree, it was obvious that he had thought of something, otherwise his eyes would not be so strange.
"Could it be it? No, let me smell it." The old man who was in deep thought suddenly trembled all over, and with a thought, he instantly grabbed Feng Qingyang in front of him, looking at him with flashing eyes.
"What have you thought of, senior?" Feng Qingyang was not frightened by the giant tree old man's grabbing. On the contrary, he suddenly had another idea and wanted to get some information from the giant tree old man.
But at this moment, he felt a pain in his shoulder. The mixed-feather bird that was originally standing on his shoulder swayed, and a hint of panic appeared in its two little eyes.
"Good boy, I have helped you everywhere, but I didn't expect that you would want to exploit me." The mixed-haired bird cursed angrily, and at the same time a powerful hidden aura came from it. This was the magical power that he had taught Feng Qingyang.