The roots of the tree can surround Murren's body and wrap them layer by layer. At the same time, the roots and vines connecting the fallen huge trees on his back and head are no longer transferred one by one, but when the flames are transmitted from the ground, they are all cut off by others without any hesitation.

These roots and vines are like another type of blood vessels and nerves. When they break, except for the white viscous juice dripping, the fragments of the ancient historical world tree that replaces organ tissue suddenly aggravated the light of the bright spots. At this moment, several glimmers that appeared and disappeared through the gaps between the stacked roots were exposed.

The new huge trees beside me no longer grow at this moment, but withered in the blink of an eye, and all nutrients were transported through the roots and vines connected to Murion.

The withered huge trees were eroded by Mars that had already formed a vortex state. The Martians attached, and the trees immediately appeared large pieces of charcoal-like dark red spots. The flames then fluttered and rose like a torch like a signal. When the fire wrapped the entire withered tree, the Martians gathered in the air also made a "hissing" sound, and in the "bang" bursting sound, all Mars were ignited.

The flames on the ground were immediately sucked into the air. The sky was still whirlpool of Mars the moment before, but the next moment it had turned into a chaotic flame tornado with a diameter of three or four thousand meters. The center of its wind eye was immediately pulled out under the rotational pulling force, surrounding Millen in the center.

White smoke emerged from the mountain rocks, which dissolved into orange-red molten substances in the blink of an eye, and then boiled. The orange-yellow flame of the flame tornado began to transform towards blazing, but the speed was faster. In the blink of an eye, it had become more substantial blazing. At the same time, as the torch-like tree suddenly evaporated by the rising temperature, the molten substances around Miulen also decreased rapidly under boiling, and then disappeared completely, leaving uneven mountain rocks, evaporating layer by layer into hot air.

There is no dead wood or pollution in the center of the flame tornado. In a white light, the layers of tree roots that wrap around Millen did not go through the burning stage and directly carbonized, and then it becomes rising smoke, disappearing one after another.

However, the generation of tree roots continues to occur, and the roots that wrap around Millen continue to carbonize and become smoke, but they can also continue to be generated. And what is burned under high temperatures and flames has always been just the roots on the surface.

The flames that were already stained with were unable to break through the defense and directly eroded his real body.

The flame tornado continued to expand, but Murren had lost the reason to stay here. He looked at the collapsed ruins, swept away Lisuman who was approaching and the Ultimate Dragon who was still standing in place, and then he could take it back.

The afterimage left in place melted in the high temperature, and the blazing white flame wall that was rotating with the flame tornado was knocked into a gap. The continuous burning of Miulen looked like an ellipsoidal fireball. As he galloped, he became a dazzling meteor. In the withered forest full of viscous pollution and gray mist, he was tantamount to becoming the brightest existence for a while.

Leaving the center of the flame tornado, the drop in ambient temperature caused the roots of his body to no longer directly carbonize, but burn violently like dry materials. He ran all the way, leaving behind a canopy of Mars flying in the air.

These Martians should have become ashes to fall to the ground after flashing in the cold air for a few seconds, but they, which are full of heat and other substances, have not been extinguished. When they are exposed to the polluted fog, Mars flicker violently, with a slight explosion sound. The polluted fog explodes directly, and then the flying flames rise in clusters like clouds in the air.

The Mars falling on the ground directly ignited the viscous pollution, and clusters of flames suddenly rose, illuminating the place one by one.

Murren, who had already galloped out, turned back at this time. Behind him was a bright line of fire, and the burning flame was expanding. When he turned around, the line of fire had spread left and right into a wide burning belt, closely connecting him and the flame tornado.

The steps did not stop. Miulen galloped and his mental perception made a formal and in-depth observation against the flames that wrapped him. There was always a sense of danger coming from it, but the degree was far less than the bright line where the two forces annihilate each other. At this moment, with more detailed exploration, Miulen found that the sense of danger coming from was still rising.

As the ultimate field surgeon of perception direction, Millen does not think that there is anything that can escape his own exploration. It is just that when the mental perception penetrates the flame but discovers nothing, or if the flame is just an ordinary flame, the danger signal immediately rises to the entire level.

The target immediately turned into flying Mars and the layers of tree roots that wrapped themselves. In an instant, Murren saw that Mars and the roots were full of pollution, but in the pollution, there was no idea when something else was wrapped, which was mold-like substance, mostly bright red color, with a little fluorescent green, where you could feel the smell of uranium gold radiation.

"Mold,,," the steps finally stopped at this moment, and the flames on Millen's body rose up and ignited the surroundings. The mental perception immediately glanced at itself, and every tree root was being sorted out. However, the deeper the mental perception, the more solidified the surrounding air seemed.

At some point, these moldy substances had eroded deeply along the tree roots. When Mulren's spirit followed the growing tree roots and finally chased to the fragment of the ancient history world tree at the mouth of his chest, his right chest was close to his right arm, and the fragment of the world tree that could hardly be infected by other substances. This type of mold had occupied a small piece.

The unknown was broken, as if he knew he had been discovered, and the mold substance in the dormant suddenly became bright. The flames on Millen's body immediately expanded, and a particularly heavy orange-red light also shaped like a spear, shining from his right chest, as if it was penetrated by it.

The next moment, the flames on Millen's body suddenly shattered, and the roots that wrapped him began to grow and multiply at the extreme speed. With him as the center, it seemed like a bud that was constantly expanding and enlarged, forcing it into pieces over the speed of the flame burning. When the buds of the roots spread out, Millen, at the center, stood on a rough brown stamen. His skin had been cut off, and at this time, only an ultra-metal skeleton contour was left. On the skeleton contour, there were fragments of world trees of different sizes at both hands, feet, brain, and chest.
Chapter completed!