Even if it witheres, this tree still gives people a very gentle feeling. If it weren't for being in an illusion, I think the tree must have emitted an extremely friendly Qi field at this time.

Soon, a moving fire appeared in the forest below the holy tree. I could imagine that it should be the Black King and his soldiers approaching the holy tree.

Not long after, the fire reached the foot of the holy tree. I saw several narrow ladders standing along the tree. They should be cloud ladders for siege, and they were obviously lengthened and grew larger than the surrounding trees.

Then there were vine armored soldiers and horses on the cloud ladder, and each person was carrying another person behind his back.

Because I was far away, I didn't see clearly at first. It was not until the vine armored soldiers worked together to nail the people on their backs to the trunk that I realized that the dead villagers on their backs were all the ones on their backs.

In my dream, many people who had their foreheads pierced by iron nails appeared, but now it seems that the tool used by the vine armored soldiers to nail corpses should be the spear in their hands.

When dead bodies were nailed to the tree, the holy trees soaked in blood seemed to gradually regain their vitality.

I could feel that the tree was slowly awakening from the dying edge. But the breath emitted from it is no longer comfortable. Under the moonlight, wisps of black air appeared around the white tree.

Du Kang frowned and said to himself: "What a heavy resentment."

Indeed, even in my fantasy, I could sense the resentment coming from the holy tree, and these Qi fields were emitted from the corpses of the villagers.

There were more and more corpses nailed to the tree's body, and finally they were dense, like scales attached to the bark. The wind was strong at high places, and some corpses were still shaking with the wind.

When the sky began to brighten, a vine armored soldier stood at the top of the cloud ladder and threw a long rope towards a thick tree branch thirty meters high. Then he climbed up the branch along the rope.

I saw him walking to the edge of the tree branch facing the rising sun, and the sun shining on his face, but I couldn't see his expression clearly.

He took a slender object from his waist, pushed it on his forehead, and then jumped down from a thirty-meter-high branch.

A muffled sound came from the woods in the distance. Because they were far apart, the sound sounded very weak to me.

After him, a large number of vine armored soldiers climbed up the tree branch one after another, and then jumped down from the tree branch in exactly the same posture.

Continuous muffled sounds came from the holy tree. These lives that fell near the holy tree seemed to be transformed into some kind of nutrients and were absorbed bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit.

I could feel the resentment on the holy tree is getting heavier and heavier. In addition to the resentment, I also vaguely feel a trace of sorrow from the holy tree, as if it is sad for those who have died.

But when the sun rises completely, such sorrow becomes anger and mania again.

The trunk of the holy tree twisted at a speed visible to the naked eye. On his branches, new buds grew on the red branches and quickly grew into new leaves.

Looking at the new tree crown as bright as blood, I felt a sense of depression in my heart that I couldn't explain it. I always felt that the tree seemed to be about to fall towards me, although its vitality had become extremely powerful.

Now there are no more vine armored soldiers climbing up the holy tree. All the soldiers in the village and the people in the village have died. Except for the Black King, Wutuo has become the only living person.

In fact, we are not sure whether the Black King is still alive now.

Liang Houzai looked back at the entrance of the village and frowned: "Which vine armored soldiers are there?"

Haven’t all the vine armored soldiers died on the holy tree? Why did Liang Houzai ask this question?

I was puzzled and gave Liang Houzai a puzzled look. Liang Houzai's eyes happened to face me, so he explained to me: "When the great witch was stabbed, several vine armored soldiers were on fire. But when the Black King left here with his army, whether in the team or here, were there any figures of those people."

I also felt something was abnormal when I heard him say this.

At this time, Du Kang, who was standing beside me, said: "The evil god will not remember some minor things so clearly. It may have forgotten those vine armored soldiers. Okay, let's go to the holy tree to take a look. Maybe the Black King is still there."

I nodded and took everyone to the pilgrimage tree. In fact, even if the Black King is not there, I want to take a closer look at the condition of the holy tree.

But when we left the village road and were about to walk over the pilgrimage tree, the surrounding scenery once again vibrated violently.

After the shock ended, the day turned into night again, and the extremely quiet village became extremely noisy again.

I rubbed my eyes, tried my best to soothe my discomfort caused to me by the shock just now, and then looked in the direction of the noise and saw that the Dazhai was surrounded by soldiers.

Among these soldiers were vine armored soldiers and Han people wearing armored armor. They gathered around the village, as if they were preparing to climb over the wall.

We don’t know when this army came here, nor do we know what happened to Dazhai before they came. I just saw that the village wall of Dazhai became very dilapidated, and there were traces of burning in some places. I think that before this, the Black King might have ignited the entire village, but except for the residence of the Dawu, the houses in the village were separated by a distance from the village wall, so the fire did not completely swallow the village wall.

There are too many people in Dazhai, so we still dare not get close to us, so we can only look from afar.

At this time, a fire light also lit up at the end of the village road, and a group of people were hurried towards Dazhai.

As they got closer, I found that one of them was Wutuo, who escaped from the Dazhai. There was a blurry figure beside him. The man was riding a tall horse with light armor. I saw the horse clearly, but I couldn't see the person sitting on the horse. His body was covered with a very thick white mist, just like the holy tree was covered by white mist.

When he was about to reach the entrance of the village, Wutuo stopped and looked at the extremely dilapidated village.

The rider stopped, and I heard him talking: "Is that the body of the Great Witch He Ke?"

His voice sounded very far and very unreal.

Utuo sighed and said, "It's the corpse of the Great Witch and his son, Shanma."

The rider shouted: "Fund them with great burial."

Immediately, a vine armored soldier walked over quickly and carefully carried away the corpses of the mountain horse and the great witch. It was only then that I discovered that the corpses of the mountain horse and the great witch had rotted. It seemed that a long time had passed since the blood sacrifice took place under the holy tree.

Liang Houzai approached my ear, pointed at the person riding a horse and said to me, "That's King Yelang."

I asked him, "Can you see him?"

Liang Houzai shook his head: "That horse is called Bailirium, it is the mount of that generation of Yelang king."

I nodded and looked at the horse carefully.

Although I have been on the Qinghai grassland for more than half a year and have seen horses and often ride horses, I have not learned to look at horses yet. So I can't tell whether the horse is good or not. I only know that it is much taller than ordinary horses, and the fur exposed outside the light armor is also very soft and bright.

It was not until the corpses of the mountain horse and the witch were carried away from the entrance of the village that the Yelang King, who was riding on the horse, asked Wu Tuo: "The Black King is in the village now. Do you want to go there with me?"

Wu Tuo shook his head: "I don't want to see him."

"But Wutuo," said Yelang Wang: "I need someone to record what happened in Dazhai in its entirety. This may become a curse that the Yelang royal family will never get rid of."

Wutuo: "Who made the curse?"

King Yelang: "It is the ancestor of the ancestor. But you can't write it like this. In your history books, you have to say that the curse was imposed on us by that mountain demon."

Wu Tuo looked at King Yelang in a daze, and after a long time, he said, "But, I don't know how the people in the village died."

"There is no need to know," said Yelang Wang: "You just need to know how the holy tree died."

Hearing the words of King Yelang, Wu Tuo immediately widened his eyes: "Does the king want to kill the holy tree? But the great witch said that without the holy tree, Yelang's national destiny will change."

King Yelang corrected: "It is not that the national fortune will change, but that our Yelang country will disappear forever. Wutuo, perhaps in a few thousand years, no one will know that there was such a country in the world, and no one will know that we once existed."

Wu Tuo stared at Yelang King in a daze, and didn't say a word for a long time.

After a long time, the Yelang King sighed and said, "So I need some people to record the last century of Yelang Kingdom. Perhaps future generations can see your handwriting. In this way, it at least proves that we have existed."

After saying this, Yelang King pinched the horse's belly with his legs and drove the horse to Dazhai. Wu Tuo stood quietly, and he looked at Yelang King's back and fell into deep thought for a long time.

There are too many people in Dazhai, and we dare not go there, but now we know that King Yelang is going to attack the holy tree, so we waited on the holy tree first.

We avoided the main road and looked for the path in the forest to come to the vicinity of the holy tree.

In midsummer, although the two bodies of the Great Witch and the Shanma were rotten, they had not yet reached the point where only bones remain. However, the people near the Holy Tree had died a few hours later than them, but they had already become white bones.

The holy tree is extremely lush, but all the vegetation within a hundred meters around it has withered, and the soil has turned into a rust-like red, emitting a strong rotten smell.

We took Lao Yang to climb a taller tree, where we could overlook the holy tree. After that, we waited for a long time before Yelang Wang came here with a large group of men.

The thick white mist wrapped the Yelang King tightly, but the huge axe in his hand was very clear. He rode his horse to the holy tree, as if he was carefully checking the condition of the holy tree. After a long time, the Yelang King sighed, and he drove the horse backed for about ten meters, saying a word to his soldiers: "Cut."

The soldiers standing in the front row walked towards the holy tree, and swung their axe.

When the first axe cut the skin of the holy tree, blood actually flowed out of the holy tree's wound.

The blood has a very heavy rust smell, which is very pungent.

Several soldiers standing near the holy tree hesitated for a moment, and the Yelang King shouted again: "Continue to cut!" before they continued to wave their axes.

The trunk of the holy tree looked very hard. Several people cut the axe and rolled the blade, but only cut off part of the skin of the holy tree.

In order to speed up the cutting of trees, the Yelang King sent more than a dozen people, and two groups of people put axe from both sides of the holy tree at the same time and cut them down bit by bit towards the center of the tree trunk.

Whenever someone is tired, the Yelang King will let others replace them. People keep walking away from the holy tree exhausted, and people keep walking over with axes.

At the beginning, the holy tree would bleed like a human after being cut, but as the hole on the tree became closer and closer to the heart of the tree, the blood flowed out became increasingly thinner.
Chapter completed!