Chapter 517 Proof of this qualification

  This old tree is the guardian sacred tree of Ziyun Nation. In the past, the royal family would come here to worship and pray every year. Unfortunately, after the decline of Ziyun Nation, no one came again.

  The altar in front is also covered with weeds.

   "Even if there is a secret road in this tree hole, I am afraid that after so long, it will not be able to go."

  Feng Qianwei looked at the situation in front of her, and if she wanted to go out, it might not be so easy.

  The crisscrossing tree roots almost blocked the road.

  If you want to walk past, you must cut off the roots of these trees. Let’s not say whether it can be cut off, this way is cut to the Withered Mountain, when will it be completed?

  "This place has an internal altar, which should have eight colors, called the Bafang Altar. As long as we find it and turn it on, we can reach the place where the gods are."

  Zi Yan said, this is the place to be found on this trip.

  This secret road does not go directly to the destination, but to the Bafang Altar.

  "We are going underground. The roots of the tree are getting denser and denser. There is no way to continue walking."

   Yun Ryazawa looked at the tree roots crisscrossing in front of him, obviously he could not pass.

The temperature below    is also getting lower and lower, and it has frozen.

  Zixuan was trembling with the cold, and the dark underground was so dark that people couldn't see clearly, so he could only groping all the way forward.

  Fortunately, the snakes and insects have been driven out before, otherwise they will not be frightened along the way.

"How to do?"

  His eyes are full of despair. If he can't find the god, how can he save people?

  "Since this old tree is the guardian tree of Ziyun Nation, maybe it exists to protect the eight-sided altar. Otherwise, you try to prove that you are descendants of the Zi clan, maybe it will help you."

  Feng Qianwei boldly guessed that the spirits in the former Ziyun Xuanque fan would help Zixuan, and maybe the old tree would help him.

  The premise is that he needs to prove his identity, otherwise the old tree will not help him for no reason.

  "Proof? How can I prove it?"

  Zixuan knew that he was low-powered, and originally thought that she would need to rely on Feng Qianwei and Yun Liangze on this journey, but now she wants him to contribute.

  For this, he is both frightened and feels heavy responsibility.

  Originally, this was his business, and he was obliged to face the difficulties.

   "That's not easy. Put some blood or something, it's all right."

   Yun Ryozawa said lightly, that he despised the imperial son who had been pampered all the year round, and he didn't have a good face to him.

  He will appear here, completely because of Feng Qianwei, who has nothing to do with the Sixth Prince.

   "Thank you for letting me know."

  Zi Yan heard what he said, and felt that it was the reason.

  To prove one's royal blood, bloodletting seems to be another way.

  He took out the knife on his waist, gritted his teeth and scratched his hand, the severe pain spread all over his body, and the wound was fiercely painful.

   "Apply some medicine up!"

  Feng Qianwei saw that he was so cruel to herself, the wound was marked quite deep, as if she was afraid that there was not enough blood to prove her identity.

"thanks!"

  Zixuan said weakly, seeing her blood melt into the roots of the tree under her feet, hoping that a miracle would happen.

  However, he shed a lot of blood, but there is still no movement here.

  His heart is just like this place, bleak.

   "Is it useless at all?"

   "We may have overlooked a little bit."

Feng Qianwei said suddenly.

   "Not everyone is qualified to find the Bafang Altar, so in addition to proving their identity, they should also need to prove their qualifications."

  She thinks this eight-party altar is a very important place in Ziyun Country. Not everyone from the Zi Clan can find it here.

  　 Geer has been ill recently and has not recovered. The great **** said that many of the songs have been unanswered, and the voice is hoarse and unpleasant, so don't waste the little snowflakes' book coins!

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)