The origin of the crooked old tree is extremely extraordinary. Even if the Zhou emperor is still alive... When King Mu of Zhou is still alive, he must be invited back respectfully.

People can tell the name of this tree, but the Sword Prophet Boy is not good. He must wait for others to tell Cheng Zhiyuan, or Cheng Zhiyuan himself can understand the name of this tree before he can speak, otherwise Cheng Zhiyuan's luck will be disrupted.

Misfortune comes from the mouth.

The sound of nature sounded, and all living beings woke up. Even this burial land was full of vitality. But at this moment, a figure appeared shakingly on the hill farther away.

A golden belt wrapped in a golden knife reveals the bone stomp stained with black blood. It looks like a huge guillotine, and this man is also wrapped in a pitch-black shroud.

An extremely dangerous feeling came overwhelmingly!

Cheng Zhiyuan turned his head instantly, came to his senses, and his arm instantly pressed against the hilt of the sword!

These countless days of training have become an instinct when you encounter danger and find a gap to come out.

Danger!

This guy is far away from him, and the dangerous feeling on his body is much stronger than the corpse-wrapped swordsman and the second corpse man who was chopped off by himself!

If the corpse-wrapped swordsman is a lonely wolf, then the golden sword corpse that appears in the distance at this time is a hungry tiger, and the gap is too big.

The Sword Prophet Boy turned around and finally showed his first look of surprise. He didn't expect that something such a terrible thing would appear here.

Cheng Zhiyuan had no doubt that if he had met the golden sword corpse now, the final result would have been that he would have been torn to pieces and become the dead soul under the sword.

The golden sword corpse was walking on the hills. He faced the east side, and the shadow pulled to the west. Bathed in the light of dawn, half of the golden rays and half of the black shadows seemed a little sacred, like an ascetic seeker, which was awe-inspiring.

But the sense of danger became stronger and stronger, pressing on Cheng Zhiyuan's heart like a cloud.

Because he was looking for something.

Cheng Zhiyuan was shocked, and then he felt cold. This thing was not something he came to find.

"This thing is not simple, you have some skills. You have to do your best. I can only fight with you, not draw swords from external objects, and cannot help you."

This time, the Sword Prophet Boy did not say that it was indifferent, but was a little solemn.

Cheng Zhiyuan's breathing almost stopped and his divine thoughts were concentrated. At this moment, the Jindao Corpse turned his head and twisted his head one hundred and eighty degrees in a posture that was absolutely impossible to appear on a living person.

It "looked" towards Cheng Zhiyuan's direction.

In an instant, all the dangerous spearheads in the world gathered on Cheng Zhiyuan, and the latter's expression suddenly sank in a moment!

The golden sword corpse moved and rushed towards the direction of the crooked old tree. The body turned into a golden afterimage, flying towards this place from the extremely distant hills!

"It's momentum! Not good, this corpse can actually use momentum!"

The momentum is explained as sword momentum, military momentum, etc., which drives powerful forces. It is no problem for those who are strong to move the world.

The Sword Prophet Boy's face was solemn at this time, and his half-inch sword was not moving, and he didn't even move by himself. This was a strange situation, because if Cheng Zhiyuan was suppressed, the Sword Prophet Boy would not be able to take action. They were

It is one.

Cheng Zhiyuan's hand had already been pressed on the hilt of the sword. Needless to say, it was at this moment that suddenly, in the corner of his eyes, an extremely subtle bloodshot began to climb up from the corner of his eyes, like a grass snake gray line, with a kind of

Crazy and violence that have never been practiced.

The sword of the hustle weapon trembled slightly, and a dark blood color was stained on it. At the same time, a trace of anger floated out.

Just as the two sides were about to collide, there was a clear sound of horse hooves in both ears.

Extremely familiar!

The Golden Sword Corpse stopped his pace in an instant. He looked around and followed the sound!

Soon, he seemed to find his direction, turned his movements, rushed out to the southeast, bathed in the sun's light!

The yellow dust flew, and he swept like a dragon and a snake, and instantly disappeared into the field of vision that could be seen by the eyes!

Cheng Zhiyuan was stunned until after three breaths, the blood in his eyes instantly faded away and he was sweating profusely.

He knew that he could not hear it wrong. The sound of horse hooves just now was the Emperor Mu Zijun!

Although I don't know if it was the one I brought to him, the golden sword corpse had left, as if chasing him in the sound. Cheng Zhiyuan was experiencing danger. At this time, he was as blessed as his heart, staring at the lying not far away.

The corpse-wrapped swordsman understands a lot in his heart.

"These corpses...will they chase King Mu's emperor Jun?"

Is it that after chasing Mu Wangjun, he will kill the people on Mu Wangjun? This is why the other party chases him?

This is also the reason why the corpse-wrapped swordsman and the second black shadow attacked him?

I'm afraid that's the case, so the Golden Sword Corpse has also arrived here, and he must have heard the sound of the horse's hooves of the Emperor Jun.

Suddenly, the branches and leaves of the crooked old tree began to shake, and the high breath gradually disappeared. It seemed to turn into an ordinary tree, withering in a visible posture of the naked eye.

Cheng Zhiyuan was stunned, but the face of the Sword Prophet boy changed drastically.

The child's body was an inch tall saluting to the crooked old tree and said respectfully: "It's only been the last two days. Can't you be able to get along with it!"

The old tree with crooked neck did not respond, and the expression of the Sword Prodigy suddenly became dark.

The Sword Prodigy respectfully bowed to the golden cypress tree, then turned around and looked at Cheng Zhiyuan, with a helplessness in his eyes... but soon, it turned into a kind of affirmation and belief.

"Let's go, it doesn't allow us to stay, the fate method has ended."

Cheng Zhiyuan listened quietly. He knew what the Sword Prophet boy said. He was talking about it almost every day and night for more than 90 days. He had to stay here for a hundred days, but now it seemed that some kind of balance was broken.

This hundred-day agreement failed.

He looked at the old tree, bent down and bowed with a sword.

No matter what, this old tree gives itself a lot of help. People should not be greedy and should be grateful.

Finally, I looked at the old tree and suddenly saw that the clusters of cypress leaves on it were significantly less than the beginning.

Suddenly I thought that I had eaten a lot of leaves of this old tree these days. Now I drove me away and said that the fate was over. I am afraid it wasn't because I was pulling the leaves too hard, right?

...........

The sun's brilliance began to sink to the west.

The dead branches and leaves of the crooked old tree suddenly began to tremble, and an ethereal sound was made in the trunk:

"You just think it's a great blessing to stay in front of me for a hundred days, but you don't know that even King Mu of Zhou did not stay in a hundred days."

The branches of the crooked old tree are filled with flowing light, gold hangs down, and cypresses are shaking gently.

I heard the sound was empty, but then it became dull:

"Although you have been cursed and your destiny is cut off, but if you eat my leaves, you will have the fortune of the emperor. It is not necessarily a good thing to lose your fortune, but.... If you have the fortune of the emperor, can you have the fortune of the emperor?

The body...it depends on yourself after all."

"It is useless to rely solely on external forces. If you can't afford it, you will die... You must always remember King Wen's first hexagram."
Chapter completed!