The immortal banyan tree located on the former homeland of Nan Tianjing is like a whole living mountain range.

It only exists, and the crown covers the sun. It only breathes, causing rain to be continuous within a thousand miles. The undulating tree roots and hanging air roots are like rolling hills and wooden pillars supporting the sky and the earth, supporting the branches of this giant tree, while maintaining the circulation of water and soil.

During the day, the divine wood absorbs all the light, but at night, the leaves of the divine wood will become dazzling. The green and green spiritual light replaces the sun at this time, providing light for the many shrubs and plants under him. Although there are no trees under the divine wood, there is still a rich ecological environment on this land, and all of this is maintained by the divine wood.

But now.

Just at the top of this alive mountain range.

From the top of the divine tree that was even taller than the clouds, the green light of the green light gradually faded out.

It was like the gradually extinguished lights, from top to bottom, dim.

At the Tianguan of Nanhe, there has been retreating to this point. The senior leaders of the Baijia Rebel Army who are far away from the Shenmu and Su Zhou, who is surrounded by everyone, are all standing at the top of the 100-meter-high level.

They looked silently, watching the sacred tree faded its green gauze under the silver starlight, and the countless prosperous and green leaves dried and turned yellow in just a few hours, and then fell down.

It was late at night. After achieving a complete victory against the Demon Army, the Baijia Rebels did not waste time tracking the scattered defeated soldiers who fled into the woods in fear. Instead, they gathered together at Su Zhou's suggestion and withdrew from the burning New South Tianjing.

As it turns out, his suggestion is reasonable - because the huge divine wood leaves falling from hundreds or thousands of meters high bombarded the ground like meteorites, smashing the entire city and surrounding hills into potholes.

"The divine wood will fall into a dormant period."

Taking a step forward, Su Zhou walked to the forefront in the extremely complex eyes of the Baijia Rebels. He stood on the mercenary of Nanjiang Tianguan, looking at the sacred tree that was constantly falling leaves, covering all the traces of war and corpses at the bottom of the tree, and said bluntly: "The divine tree no longer has the power to provide immortality."

"Although I know that it's hard to say this, the ambitious people lurking among you may be disappointed - but this is the fact. I have sealed the power of the Panrong Immortal Tree with the Kunlun secret technique. Although it will not die, it will also restrain most of its power to lurk."

"In other words, there are no immortal roots and no dragon transformation pills again."

Su Zhou's words were plain, just like a friend next door chatting, but no one questioned or denied it.

When everyone saw Su Zhou standing intact in front of the broken corpse of the Demon Emperor, and the battle traces at the top of the Heavenly Palace were like being hit by a meteorite seven or eight times, all the master warriors present were stunned and stunned - this was a destructive power far beyond their imagination. Even if hundreds of warriors fought each other with all their strength, it would be impossible to cause such traces.

Moreover, they thought that even if Su Zhou could kill the Demon Emperor, he would inevitably be seriously injured and needed rescue in urgent need of assistance.

For this reason, Zhou Buyi also brought the remaining holy water that Su Zhou had when he rescued the wounded soldiers in Taibai Mountain. He thought that this thing would at least allow Su Zhou to persevere until the subsequent healing pills were delivered.

But he never expected that Su Zhou was not injured at all, and his clothes were a little damaged.

"It's Kunlun secret technique, I used Kunlun secret technique!"

Su Zhou said this with a serious and serious look on his face. He said that he had used the Kunlun secret method to treat him, and everyone could only believe it. Even many warriors nodded seriously.

Especially Master Liu, who had left behind the rear, entangled with the Wood Centipede and the Yangyan Light Cicada Brigade, couldn't help but think in his heart: "According to what Li Daoran and William said, Master Su, as the inheritor of Kunlun divine wood, has the secret method of devouring the power of the lovers of the Immortal Tree of Panrong. Before, he had achieved the Grand Master in a short period of time."

"Now, the Demon Emperor was killed by him, and the Demon Emperor's power should have been absorbed by him... In this way, does this Kunlun Dragon Destiny want to advance to the innate world?"

There are not many people who have such a guess, and this is why the senior leaders of the hundreds of rebels gathered together and were vaguely led by Su Zhou. As a hero who killed the two enemy leaders of the National Master and the Demon Emperor, even if Su Zhou said that he wanted to be the leader of the hundreds of schools, it was reasonable... He was unhappy and didn't want to give up power? Wow, it depends on who has a bigger fist!

Of course, Su Zhou, who could kill the innate world, had a bigger fist, but he obviously had no idea of ​​seizing power.

“That’s roughly the case.”

At this moment, Su Zhou simply introduced the current situation of the Panrong Immortal Tree to the hundreds of families, and told everyone that the divine tree will remain silent for nearly a thousand years, and he is about to leave and return to the Kunlun Secret Realm.

"I am not an existence in this world. I came here this time just to eliminate the demonic dynasty, who uses the power of the divine wood to cause trouble to the people."

Of course, Su Zhou, who was talking nonsense, did not lie - he did not exist in this world, so this sentence is completely true. If someone was misled, it would be Yala's fault and had nothing to do with him: "I should leave - it's about a few days later. There is no need to keep me. I have no desire for the rights of the world. I think, as long as you don't try to continue to use the power of the divine wood to cause trouble, our Kunlun inheritance will not appear."

Su Zhou is taking advantage of his current killing of the Demon Emperor and the withering of the divine tree, and he will set his power to intimidate everyone present. If there are still evil people who want to rely on the power of the Panrong Immortal Tree, they must consider the possible "Kunlun Successor" that may appear and kill them again.

He didn't know how long this deterrent could last or whether it was meaningful, but some things had to be done.

At this moment, Zhou Buyi, Li Daoran and Wei Lie were also in the team.

Listening to Su Zhou's serious expression, half admonishment and half warning words, a strange sense of inreality arose in his heart.

——Is it really over like this? The disaster brought by the Immortal Tree of Panrong... ended like this?

It is obvious that it should be a long war, a resistance that will last for more than a hundred years, and needs to wait until my hair is gray to win... As a result, is it over?

As Zhou Buyi, who has always been regarded by the Baijia Rebel Army as the next generation leader, and the future innate Martial Saint, does feel that his mission was taken away and he just made a soy sauce in his heart.

Heroes, heroes... all the reputation and halos were shrouded on Su Zhou at this time, making his figure extremely tall, and any words seemed deafening.

"But is this really what I want?"

There was a little envy and jealousy in my heart. As a normal human nature, Zhou Buyi sniffed out a long breath after examining his thoughts, and then smiled and stared at Su Zhou who was still expressing his opinions: "No, I don't want to be a hero at all."

Heroes, heroes, that is an existence that only appears when the family and country are in danger and peace is broken - 'Once a hero draws his sword, it will be another ten years of disaster for the people.' Although the description is wrong, the meaning is roughly like this.

In a prosperous era of peace, in days when everyone is happy and carefree, there is no need for heroes.

"If possible, I hope that in the future, there will be no need for heroes to appear, and I hope everyone can live a happy life."

The white-haired warrior pressed the hilt of his waist, and he smiled and thought: "But if someone needed to stand up."
Chapter completed!