"This white mist should be a kind of self-protection to prevent other creatures from climbing to the top of the tree."

When Li Xiaosong said this, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out, and saw green, red, yellow, and blue flames appear one after another, slowly rotating around Liang Yan.

The white mist that originally surrounded it gradually became thinner when burned by the flames.

As the mist faded, the overwhelming force that originally pressed on Liang Yan also gradually became lighter, making him feel a lot more relaxed.

"Well, Li Xiaosong, you really helped me a lot this time!"

Liang Yan laughed, and immediately used Qingyang Xuan Gong to jump upwards, and instantly jumped onto a higher leaf.

"Hurry up, Xiaosong, I also want to see what the legendary innate Dao Fruit looks like!" Li Xiaosong urged with an excited tone while controlling the four-color flames to surround Liang Yan.

Naturally, Liang Yan would not show any signs of neglect. Although he could not perform the escape technique, he had studied martial arts with Mu Xinxin and Ah Dai back then, especially the light skill "Yunlong Sanzhe". He was really at home here and now.

On the towering giant tree, Liang Yan's figure was like an ape, constantly climbing up with the help of branches, leaves and vines on the trunk, at an incredible speed.

Around him, there were four-color flames spinning constantly, like a flame shield, blocking the white mist for him.

In just two hours, Liang Yan had climbed up to a height of thousands of miles. The ground could no longer be seen around him, only the boundless white clouds and mist, as if he was already above the fairy dome.

Just as he was galloping, his ears suddenly moved, and he seemed to hear a rustling sound from the leaves not far away.

Liang Yan felt alarmed, and hurriedly slapped the storage bag on his waist with his backhand, and took out the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword and the Black Lotus Sword at the same time.

At the moment when his two flying swords were just unsheathed, a red sword light rushed out from a gap in the dense branches and leaves on the upper left, and struck towards the top of his head with a sword!

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