The place that was supposed to be full of spiritual energy was now in a state of decay, and a foul smell emanated from the abyss, making everyone feel sick.

"how so?"

The Yixing Pavilion disciples were slightly startled, with a look of surprise on their faces.

The monks who were watching also began to whisper, as if they didn't believe that Yixing Pavilion, a prestigious Confucian sect, and the forbidden area behind the mountain looked like this.

Just when everyone was talking about it, they suddenly heard a low roar.

The roaring sound came from the abyss, and before everyone could react, they saw a twisted monster flying out from under the abyss!

All I saw was a black ancient tree, but there were no branches on the ancient tree. Instead, there were arms. There were hundreds of these arms. Their roots were intertwined on the trunk and they were constantly dancing. It looked extremely weird.

Looking at the bottom of the tree trunk, there are twisted corpses one after another. These corpses seem to have absorbed nutrients from the trunk and have now become part of the ancient tree.

The weirdest thing is that in the middle of the tree trunk, there is an old withered face, with eyes moving around and salivation at the corners of the mouth, which looks very disgusting.

"Ancestor Tang!"
Chapter completed!