It seems as if the sacred tree standing in this blessed place has existed since ancient times, and it has just acquired such a heritage.

"Magic medicine? No..."

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.

That is not a magic medicine, or it should be a magic medicine, but it does not have the vitality similar to the flat peach magic medicine. The sycamore tree is more like a magic weapon after sacrifice, and a little bit of the wild mysterious breath that escapes covers the sky.

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The sacred sycamore tree shrouds the entire blessed land, and at least 60 to 70% of the people are under its protection.

On the branches of the sacred sycamore tree, a huge animal eye slowly opened.

Buzz!

Golden eyes bathe in fire, as eternal as the sun.

When it opens, all beasts are in panic.

If it rises, the saints and demons will be destroyed.

Even though he was Tu Shanjun, he couldn't help but feel a chestnut surge from the bottom of his heart.

It was not fear but a throbbing.

He actually saw a living phoenix resting on the sycamore tree, like a mythical creature spreading its wings and flying from the vast sky and earth.

This kind of shock cannot be described in words.

Of course Yang Shengwu also saw it, his eyes were full of surprise.

"This is?"

Yang Shengwu looked at the strange Taoist Lord. It was rare to see such a rich expression on the face of this strange Taoist Lord, which made him feel relaxed.

yes.

You should always be surprised.

Even he was surprised.

Unexpectedly, the ancestor met this strange Taoist Lord in his true form.

You should be surprised too.

It’s not just the magical treasures in this world that can be surprising.

There is no reason why others are surprised but he remains calm.

"Do you know the ancestors of the Tianyang Divine Sect?"

"He is?"

"good."

Yang Shengwu nodded and at the same time raised his hands in salute and said: "Greetings to the ancestor!"

Tu Shanjun also raised his hands and saluted, "I honor you, Soul Taoist Lord Tu Shanjun."

"I know you."

Golden-eyed Phoenix slowly spoke.

His voice sounded so vicissitudes of life, traveling through the past and coming from ancient times.

The golden-eyed phoenix finally fluttered its wings, but his figure transformed into a Taoist priest in the flowing light, walking barefoot from the sycamore tree.

A few moments.

Taoist Feng approached.

Tu Shanjun had forgotten how many times he was surprised today. He just felt one ridiculous thought arise in his heart.

Because he saw Taoist Feng's appearance. Taoist Feng was tall and slender, with long golden hair and a golden robe. Between his brows, he looked like the same person.

No.

It's not that he is like that person, but that person is like him.

Tu Shanjun asked seriously: "Who are you?!"

Taoist Feng smiled and said: "I know your reason for coming, and I also know that you have become a Taoist for hundreds of years. Your talent is amazingly good, and what's even more rare is that your Taoist heart is strong and consistent."

"Daoxu is extremely lucky to have a friend like you."

Tu Shanjun did not speak but held down the surge of the avenue.

"Come for a walk with me, no one has been here for a long time."

Taoist Feng grabbed Tu Shanjun's wrist and said with some surprise: "You have experienced a lot of things. Even the Lord of Zhengfa Yan Tian has seen it."

Tu Shanjun originally wanted to stop and ask directly.

However, he still took two quick steps.

Speaking of which, he is indeed an excellent listener, no matter when he started.

The two of them just walked side by side on the long embankment of the river.

Taoist Feng clasped his hands behind his back, not like an ancestor at all, but like an old man enjoying a moment of peace. After a long time, he said: "I once had a son and a daughter. The daughter died in the Battle of Defeating Heaven, and the son was left behind.

It's not a small hidden illness. He passed away not long after he founded Tianyang Shenzong, leaving me with white hair and a black hair."

Tu Shanjun was slightly stunned.

Taoist Feng sighed: "I don't have a close relationship with Yan Fu. He said there is a way to bring the dead back to life."

"Senior, do you think this is true?"

"Do you think it's true or false?"

Tushanjun was silent.

He couldn't answer.

If he were to change places, would he also pursue the art of resurrecting the dead?
Chapter completed!