Xiang Jing stood there, and didn't dare to move. This kind-looking old man was definitely not a nuisance.

He is still changing for the better now, and this kind of existence is not something he can afford now.

Settling down, Xiang Jing felt that he would continue to follow the words, "I'm looking for a little girl, probably this tall, with long hair, wearing white clothes, black sports pants, and small leather shoes."

As he said, he gestured for the height of the little girl, "Have you seen her? We came here by a tornado."

The old man looked thoughtful, and then shook his head, "No, I have been here, little old man, I only saw you falling from the sky."

Then the old man pointed to the sea of ​​flowers and said, "You can go to the sea of ​​flowers to find the old man, maybe he knows."

After Xiang Jing thanked him, he was ready to leave. It was horrible to stay with such an old monster. No matter what he said was true or false, it was better to leave first.

"But before that, the young man" did not know when the old man came to Xiang Jing again.

He smiled and said, "Little old man, I have a question to ask you."

Xiang Jing paused, resisting the urge to run away and asked, "Excuse me."

The old man pointed to the trunk of the bucket under his feet and asked, "Do you know how old this tree is?"

Xiang Jing originally thought that the old man would ask more difficult questions. After listening, he carefully looked at the towering old tree.

Looking from the edge of this place to the other side of the tree, I don't know how long it is, and I can't see the head with Xiang Jing's current eyesight.

After thinking for a moment, Xiang Jing said, "It's estimated to be tens of thousands of years."

"Haha" the old man chuckled, and then said, "Ten thousand years is only one tenth of its long years."

As the old man looked at this ancient tree, his eyes were a little erratic, and then asked, "Then how many years do you think it will take this tree to reach the sky and touch the edge of the sky."

Xiang Jing was taken aback for a moment, and he didn't understand why the old man asked this, but he thought about it seriously and answered, "A million years, or even tens of millions of years."

In Xiang Jing's understanding, the edge of the sky is estimated to be the atmosphere. This tree has grown for 100,000 years. If it really grows so high, millions of years are conservative estimates.

"Oh, it looks like one-tenth or one-hundredth has been completed."

The old man looked at Xiang Jing with a faint smile, "Young man, it's wasting your time, the little old man will send you down, go find your friend."

Xiang Jinggang wanted to refuse, but without seeing the old man's movements, the branches under his feet stretched out and supported him to fall downward.

Before Xiang Jing recovered, he fell to the ground.

When Xiang Jing looked up again, apart from the faint heart palpitations, all that was left was shock.

He patted his face to wake himself up, and Xiang Jing walked towards the sea of ​​flowers.

Not to mention whether to find the old man in the mouth of the old man, the sea of ​​flowers and the waterfall are all his objects for searching for the little girl.

This sea of ​​flowers grows surprisingly good, colorful, and can't be called up. There are all kinds of flowers, and they are all different.

A gust of wind blew and brought up pieces of petals, and the sea of ​​flowers swayed like waves.

It's as beautiful as a painting, and it makes people unbearable to destroy even a flower.

Xiang Jing settled down, and was about to lift his feet into the sea of ​​flowers, but the flowers near him spewed light yellow pollen, and shoots tender green rhizomes from the soil.

As soon as Xiang Jing thought of resisting, his head became dizzy, and then he was tied into a zongzi by five flowers.

Then fell on the sea of ​​flowers, like a lone boat, sent to the depths of the sea of ​​flowers swaying by the waves.

When Xiang Jing woke up, he found that except for his head, the parts below his neck were entwined with layers of rhizomes, creating a green ball.

The surrounding plants are big and scary, two or three stories high, but it is not difficult to identify them as flowers.

It's hard to imagine the flowers can grow so big.

However, Xiang Jing knew that now is not the time to care about why these flowers are so big.

At this moment in front of him stood a thin, thin old man with his white hair tangled together in a mess, pinned by a big red flower the size of his head, and his clothes were full of all kinds The patterns and petals of the flowers chuckled and felt like they would die at any time.

But Xiang Jing knew that these were just appearances, and this old man gave him no less oppression than the old man just now.

Looking at his clothes, Xiang Jing asked tentatively, "Are you? Senior Hua?"

Hua Lao looked at Xiang Jing with cold eyes, and asked indifferently, "Did the old man ask you when the tree will grow into the sky?"

Xiang Jing didn't know, so he nodded and told Hualao about the conversation between the two.

"Hey" I saw Hualao sighed, shook his head and sighed, "That old stubbornness hasn't changed for so many years."

Immediately with a wave of his hand, the rhizomes that bound Xiang Jing slowly loosened and put him on the ground.

"Boy, you can come here, good fate, I have never seen the little girl you mentioned, you go to the waterfall in front and have a look, maybe you will have the answer you want."

Hua Lao stretched out his hand and pointed to the front. The original layered sea of ​​flowers separated from the middle as if they were spiritual. At the end, you could see the Feiquan waterfall vaguely.

Xiang Jinggang wanted to thank him, but turned his head but disappeared from Hualao, shook his head and continued walking forward.

After more than an hour, Xiang Jing finally passed through the sea of ​​flowers. This was the old man who made the way for him. If he didn't venture in, he might not get out for a lifetime.

When Xiang Jing left, he just stepped out of the sea of ​​flowers, and the flowers behind him were again close together, layered on top of each other, and there was no way to see that there was a way out.

Coming to the front, Xiang Jing felt the magnificence of this waterfall, comparable to the old tree just now.

At the bottom of the waterfall is a clear water pool, where the water splashes and a hazy mist, and you can see fish swimming in the water.

However, what made Xiang Jing a little palpitating was that the water was so clear that he could clearly see the underwater scene.

The water pool was dark underground, like a bottomless abyss. The water did not know where it was flowing, and there was no sign of overflow.

Xiang Jing avoided the waterhole and looked for the little girl nearby. He spent most of the day looking for it. There was no personal figure, and there was no sign of anyone moving.

"System detection is complete, automatic booting"

Suddenly, there was a cold reminder sound from the system in Xiang Jing's mind, and then he found that his body was throwing towards the water pool uncontrollably.

"What the hell?"

Xiang Jing directly plunged into the pool with a fierce man, rushing towards the dark Tandi abyss.

The extremely fast speed formed super strong water pressure, which made Xiang Jing difficult to breathe, his eyes could not be opened, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Just when Xiang Jing felt that he was about to suffocate and die, he suddenly felt light, and then he fell to the ground, knocking his forehead torn.

Xiang Jing stood up, rubbed his torn forehead, and looked around vigilantly.

This is an arched space, and above the head is the pool that just fell, but for unknown reasons, the water flow was all blocked outside.

From here, only one spot of light can be seen on the Internet, surrounded by stone walls with some pictures and pictures faintly carved on it.

Right above, there is a football-big night pearl suspended, shrouded in a hazy layer of mist, which looks amazing and shines here.

Xiang Jinggang stood still, his mind was turbulent, as if he had just stepped down from a roller coaster, and a deep purple light directly hit the night pearl.

And that night pearl also seemed to have induction, a bright yellow light radiated from it, and the two lights collided in an instant, and the two colors of purple and yellow were intertwined in this space.

Ye Mingzhu flickered like breathing, and every flicker made it shrink a little.

But Xiang Jing's whole person's consciousness seemed to sink into a bottomless abyss.

It was a world made up of a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses, full of white bones, and ears filled with thunderous drums.

In a daze, he saw that in the endless starry sky, tens of thousands of huge battleships, heavily armed, and countless well-equipped legions, at this time, were leaning wildly toward a place with firepower.

Pulling in his vision, passing through the stacks of legionary battleships, I saw that in the heavy encirclement, it was not a wild beast, but a person.

A young man with black hair, yellow skin, and a long gown, handsome and handsome, holding a three-foot green front in one hand.

There is no sadness or joy on his face, his eyes are deep as if he has gone through the vicissitudes of life, one person and one sword stand proudly in the void, the imposing, boundless encircling circle seems to be nothing, even the reflection in his eyes has not been left.

He moved, and his vertical sword-holding hand slowly raised, pointing at the enemy like a landslide and tsunami in front of him.

With just this one finger, where Jianfeng pointed, no one can stop, no one can beat, and no one can survive.

The original mighty army suddenly annihilated, as if disappearing out of thin air, a blank area suddenly appeared in the entire encircled circle.

His face is still free of sorrow and joy, as if the sword just pointed at the air.

Then he lifted his sword again, and circled around his body. After this lap, the starry sky was still the same starry sky, but at this time there was no warship, the legion, and only one person remained proud of the void with a sword.

When he was the only one left in the starry sky, the sword was raised again and pointed directly at Xiang Jing.

Xiang Jing's consciousness was still shocked by the strength of this person's raising hands, killing countless people. When he returned to God, only the sword's edge was in his eyes.

Although he wasn't close, the fierce sword energy that was inexhaustible to the world instantly swept through his body, strangling him, leaving no powder left.

"Ah! Cough!"

Xiang Jing took a deep breath, his eyes widened, his whole body trembling like chaff, and it took a long time to calm down.

Just that finger brought a great impact to his consciousness, which was deeply carved into the depths of his mind.

"After the system is accepted, it will automatically repair 99%, 100%"

"System repair is complete, automatic arranging, finishing finished"

"The system restarts, the restart is successful, and the system wakes up intelligently"

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