The value of five hundred is definitely more than that, and far more than that.

Using the mother tree as a container to increase divine power and fighting to the death for dominance, what will be the result?

Just a few inches away, Wang Wen and Qianji Guiyan turned around at the same time, with shocked expressions on their faces: "Is this?"

"It's really scary. We have been fooled, and so has the master. It turns out that this is their purpose."

"That's the brown hanging coffin, who is he?"

"He is the physiognomist."

"Who is that Bashi?"

"It's not important anymore. The Eight Colors are just a tool to find a way and die for Xiangxue. Xiangxue used the Taiqing Civilization Formation to increase his divine power with the help of the mother tree. Now he is terrifyingly strong."

Qianji Guiyan grinned: "It turns out that you are also fooled sometimes."

Wang Wen was helpless: "I don't know everything. After all, Xue Xue is an old guy. He planned to plot against me from the beginning. Who can tell. But it is difficult to defeat the master with this power."

"There is no simple ninth baseman in the human race."

"We'll see."

If you see clearly inside the mother tree from a distance, you will find that the twelve-color divine power spreading through the meridians in the mother tree is like twelve rivers flowing continuously, starting from the inner and outer heavens, spreading to the branches, and spreading to the entire square inch.

Xiangxue sat in the beautiful universe with a calm expression, but his body exploded with divine power from time to time, as if it was difficult to suppress it.

Lu Yin stared at him, unable to hold on. If the twelve colors of divine power spread throughout the mother tree, the increase in divine power would not be something he could bear. Only the Lord could hold it on.

If he does that, he will only be strangled to death.

But he never thought that it could spread to the entire mother tree. Ba Color bought him time, but this time would never be too long.

That's why he had to use the Taiqing Formation to speed up.

Even if the hanging coffin blocks the passage of time, it cannot prevent the mutation of the mother tree from coming in. It just prolongs the time as much as possible, and the master will eventually know.

It just depends on how much stronger he can be before the Lord returns.

The cloud court breaks apart.

Liuying Bridge collapsed.

There are criss-crossing cracks in the land of Liuying.

Lines of divine power soared into the sky, unleashed wantonly.

The outer bark of the mother tree is tearing. The spread of divine power makes the entire mother tree shake.

In the ancient city of years, the master of life noticed something was wrong, and immediately went down the river. He saw the twelve hanging coffins blocking the years, destroyed them casually, and then rushed into the inner and outer heavens.

Xiangxue opened his eyes and looked into the distance: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, life."

The master of life stared at the physiognomy, "You are the one who is the physiognomist."

The physiognomist's eyes were calm: "Long time no see."

"You are looking for death." The master of life was furious. It knew that it had been tricked and these humans deserved to die.

boom

The sky inside and outside shook, and this time, the mother tree cracked in large areas.

Within the physiognomy body, the violent twelve-color divine power collided with the white light. For the first time, it was blocked in front of Lu Yin's eyes.

Taibai's destiny was like leaves floating in the strong wind, but it did not affect him at all. He looked at the beautiful universe, and the white life force took action under the anger of the life master, but was blocked by divine power.
Chapter completed!