In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone.

Chapter 543 The Pitiful Tree

Stop!
Just stop!
As long as you can stop, there is hope for communication.

The spirit of the sacred tree looked at the excited Taoist Wang in a daze, unable to understand these simple words.

What do you mean, he's late?
But the spirit of the sacred tree had no idea that Wang Jixuan was not prepared to explain the logic of his previous sentence to it.

Logic is not important, being able to speak is the most important thing.

Wang Jixuan took a breath and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist, you should be the Fusang sacred tree, right? Sorry, we may hurt you next. If possible, we are willing to help you prolong your life to make up for our mistakes!"

The spirit of the sacred tree indeed frowned and stared at Wang Jixuan.

Even though its 'tree heart' has no desires and even becomes somewhat indifferent to the passage of time, the only thing it cares about is whether it can survive.

"What do you mean?"

It spoke human language with some difficulty.

Wang Jixuan cupped his hands and said, "There are powerful enemies who want to surround and kill me, and I can only resort to this last resort, at the cost of burning this small world, to try to defeat these powerful enemies. This will inevitably cause some damage to the Fusang sacred tree. I want to ask for your opinion before taking action. You are the owner of this place, and I can compensate you as much as possible."

It was a little confused for a moment.

This human Qi cultivator...how can he be so shameless.

Knowing that it is the master of this place, it still talks about burning this world down, just to kill the enemy.

However, the look it gave Wang Jixuan was unexpectedly gentler.

It has experienced the so-called war too many times.

Many, many guys who are stronger than the man in front of him, fighting fiercely near him or even on him, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to crack, and his own tree pulp to flow everywhere;

No living being ever asked;

No strong man ever cared;

This old tree, I wonder if it likes them doing this.

"You... your cultivation is not high..."

The sacred tree spirit spoke much more smoothly, and its voice was gentle and soft:

"It should be, it can't hurt me."

Gao Huating blinked and didn't dare to say anything at this moment. She just tried her best to convey her kindness with a smile.

Wang Jixuan said, "Yes, I can't hurt you, but we have a very powerful magic weapon. According to calculations, this magic weapon will at least destroy 70% to 80% of your crown and trunk, but will not hurt your roots. At most, it may really destroy you... It's a fire magic weapon."

"is it?"

The spirit of the sacred tree thought seriously and asked:
"Then can you fight them somewhere else?"

“I’m sorry,” Wang Jixuan smiled bitterly, “We have invested a lot of resources here, and I’m stuck here. I may not be able to change the venue.”

"I understand."

The spirit of the sacred tree responded with a sigh:

"I don't have legs, and I can't walk away from here. I can only bear the brunt of your fight."

Wang Jixuan: "I am extremely sorry about this, but I can find a way to make it up to you, for example, by helping you transplant the rhizomes to another Feng Shui treasured location."

He secretly winked at Gao Huating.

Gao Huating was a little confused and didn't quite understand what Taoist Wang meant, but she was smart and thought that her teacher might want some BGM.

So, Gao Huating lightly plucked the strings with her fingers, and after a simple adjustment, she played a tune full of sad elements.

Two question marks appeared on Wang Jixuan’s forehead.

He coughed and was about to continue speaking when the sacred tree spirit asked in a trembling voice, "Can't we really go somewhere else?"

"I'm sorry, we can only stay close to you and try not to damage your main branches."

“It’s always like this…”

Its pale figure had a flat mouth, with some tear marks on it, and its voice began to speed up:

"It's always been like this... It's always been like this since a long, long time ago...

“I had finally grown some beautiful branches, but they came to steal them. Not only did they take away my branches, which made me weak for a long time, they also beat me up and burned me half to death.

"Later, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, even though I'm just a tree, I still have to live well. They just came over to beat me, cut my roots, set me on fire, and struck me with lightning. I couldn't even move, so what else could I do?

“I didn’t even ask to be friends with them, but they still lived on me as a group.

"If they cut your arms and legs flat, and put a lot of stones on them to make their house... and tear your skin open to draw your blood... and even shamelessly say that I am their treasure... have I allowed it?"

Wang Jixuan: ...

Gao Huating: ...

Taoist Wang's brain cells suddenly started to malfunction.

Gao Huating glanced at Wang Jixuan and quickly replied, "Didn't they ask you?"

The spirit of the sacred tree squatted down and started crying.

Wang Jixuan: It seems like his IQ is not very high.

He gestured to Gao Huating, and Gao Huating continued to play the guitar with a bit of sympathy and pity in her eyes.

The spirit of the sacred tree cried for a stick of incense.

Wang Jixuan had already walked up to it and was looking at its delicate girlish appearance, with thoughts constantly turning in his mind.

At this time, if you encounter a spirit with a simple temperament, letting the other party feel your sincerity may have a better effect.

However...it is indeed difficult for Wang Jixuan to empathize with a tree.

He also squatted down, took out a bottle of water, and looked at this crying "little girl" who was tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of years old, and his heart softened:
"How about we look into other options? For example, wrap you in a protective film?"

"Ok?"

The spirit of the sacred tree looked up at Wang Jixuan, with a hint of doubt in its large, sparkling eyes:

"Protective film?"

"Well... can you come with me? It's not far, right where I'm staying. I'll have my assistant show you the specific operation procedures."

There was some confusion in the eyes of the spirit of the sacred tree.

It whispered, "What is that... process? I have never left this place... nor have I communicated with any living being..."

Wang Jixuan smiled gently and stretched out his right hand.

Gao Huating, who was playing the guitar nearby, played a cheerful melody.

"It's okay, believe me, I'm a good person."

The spirit of the sacred tree looked at Wang Jixuan in a daze, and then nodded vigorously.

……

It really got out!

Wang Jixuan felt that the scene before him was somewhat unbelievable.

In the hall where he settled, the ethereal spirit of the sacred tree sat obediently beside Gao Huating, who was constantly taking out various musical instruments that she had brought from Earth as if presenting treasures.

Mudan, who had hurried over, had already prepared the projection screen.

Mudan cleared her throat and said, "Look this way, both of you."

The spirit of the sacred tree looked over curiously, and then saw the subsequent war scenes appearing on the projection screen next to Peony.

This was just the result of Mudan's deduction when she made the plan. She chose the one with the greatest possibility and showed it to several people intuitively.

In the picture, the character model representing Wang Jixuan escaped into the mustard seed space hidden in the corner, and then hundreds of black holes suddenly appeared in the entire small world. These black holes drained all the gas in the entire small world in an instant, and then collectively exploded outwards to form impact spheres in the next moment. The black holes burst into a scorching light.

The character models representing the enemies have a small area of ​​vaporization;

However, according to Mudan's calculations, if they wanted to take out too many immortals, it would obviously not be possible to rely solely on their antimatter bomb offensive.

He could only do as he did before, bombing the enemy first, and then Wang Jixuan would launch a sneak attack from the side, killing as many as he could and evacuate safely before the enemy came to their senses.

The most difficult step in their entire plan was naturally to evacuate safely. None of the several plans proposed by Mudan could guarantee a 100% chance of escape.

It is unlikely that the immortal of the Dark Cult would leave any backup plan outside.

This depends on whether the Qiankun-type magical powers that Wang Jixuan possesses can really produce an effect.

Let’s get back to the scene in front of everyone.

After the aftermath of the explosion, the fight was still going on, but in the center of the projection screen, only a little bit of the charred crown and the carbonized trunk of the Fusang sacred tree were left.

In fact, Mudan's deduction was based on the self-set strength of the Fusang sacred tree that she surveyed;

The Fusang sacred tree itself possesses extremely vast spiritual power. This spiritual power can not only open a protective shield to protect itself, but can also be transformed into vitality.

In short, the scenes in the Mudan simulation, using a phased array to detonate an antimatter bomb, and the damage caused to the Fuso sacred tree, were exaggerated several times.

——Although the sacred Fusang tree will suffer severe damage, it will not be so tragic.

But now;

The spirit of the Fusang sacred tree, who was watching this projection, had no idea what computing power and war simulation were, and thought it was a display of future events using great supernatural powers, so he believed it directly.

Her big eyes suddenly became misty, and her little face, which was trying to be calm, showed helplessness, despair, depression and sadness.

“Sure enough, I’m still going to be burned by fire.

“What else can we do?

"After all, I am just a tree. I cannot resonate with creatures that can walk."

Xiao Hua Ting glanced at Taoist Wang, who nodded slightly.

So, Xiao Hua Ting took out the quote that Mudan had just secretly given her and began to prescribe the right remedy:
"Don't be sad, we can make some protective film to protect you."

"Although you were often involved in battles in the past and no one respected you, we have discovered your existence and are showing respect to you."

"Do you have a name? No? How about I call you Xiao Sang? Although you are definitely much older than me, I think you are very cute and kind, and your spiritual power and vitality nourish countless lives here..."

Xiao Huating comforted the spirit of the sacred tree gently and patiently, and the spirit gradually relaxed.

The relationship between the two seems to be improving.

Taoist Wang took a few steps back and stood side by side with Mudan, and the two began contact-type 'solid sound transmission'.

"Boss, is there something wrong with this sacred tree spirit? There is simply something wrong."

"It seems that it has only recently acquired this spiritual body. This is a sign before it transforms. In the long years before, although the sacred tree had a spirit, it did not materialize. It should be because the sacred tree suffered a disaster last time and this place declined. It had the opportunity to be destroyed and then rebuilt. It was not easy."

Wang Jixuan groaned for a few seconds:
“Its memory should be extremely long.

"This memory data may be able to help us."

"Wow," Mudan exclaimed, "The boss has also started to think about things that have nothing to do with practice."

"Stop being so sarcastic," Wang Jixuan asked, "What's the situation over there?"

"We have already set up detectors to monitor that area. The Dark Cult is indeed holding a meeting, and there are at least six or seven Golden Immortals there."

Xiao Hua Ting explained:

“If we want to drive out the wolves and tigers, we also need to see if other forces dare to go against the Dark Cult.

"In other words, how to provide them with enough motivation."

Wang Jixuan already had a plan for this.

If you can’t let go of your child, you can’t trap the wolf!
"Take out ten spiritual veins, squeeze out all the spiritual energy in a short period of time, and raise the spiritual energy of this small world to a higher level."

Wang Jixuan said decisively:

"For the rest, just follow our agreement. If the firepower is insufficient, then we can get more firepower."

"Boss, this amount of antimatter is the result of thousands of years of my collisions. This thing can only be produced in large quantities in outer space. If we are not careful, the factory will be blown up."

"Then we can use our conventional nuclear bombs to supplement our firepower."

"I do have a plan for this part," Mudan thought, "The problem now is how to continue to consume the mana of the immortal-level masters. This is not the same concept as immortal soldiers."

Wang Jixuan nodded: "No, just run after the explosion. I have already comprehended the magical power of teleportation."

"This is a rare opportunity. This is not what you said. Try your best to get them."

Peony snorted:
“Although the ones who offended us were the Dark Cult Immortals hundreds of thousands of years ago, these guys are all executioners trained by Bola, and they deserve to die.

"Killing a few more of them can also serve as a way to collect some interest for the tragic deaths of your elders."

Wang Jixuan smiled calmly and bumped Mudan with his shoulder.

"Be less gangster."

"Good boss."

Over there, the spirit of the sacred tree had entered complaining mode, telling stories that even Xiao Hua Ting couldn't understand.

For example, a giant beast once rubbed against it, which was disgusting;

There was also an ancient demon that transformed into its original form and had intercourse with the tree on its crown, making it feel very uncomfortable. It was not a bed, and the tree felt that desire was something dirty.

And those guys who built a lot of things on it.

Although it doesn't feel any pain, it doesn't like its bark becoming full of holes and is quite unhappy about it.

Xiao Hua Ting seemed to have forgotten that she was carrying out the task assigned by the teacher. She complained with the spirit of the sacred tree and guided the emotions of the spirit of the sacred tree.

Mudan lost interest after looking at it for a while.

She is not a research fanatic like Shen Qionglin, who has a strong interest in all new species.

Mudan said, "Boss, I'm going to the base to keep an eye on it and see if we can come up with some new tactics."

"Go ahead, it's hard work."

Wang Jixuan stretched and walked to the water bar beside him, thinking about what flavor of 'soil nutrient solution' he should prepare for the spirit of the sacred tree.

With the war approaching, he didn't seem to feel any pressure.

Taoist Wang was busy here, and Xiao Hua Ting suddenly raised her voice:
"You mean to say that a group of people have buried some restrictions in your torso. If they activate the restrictions, your spiritual power will be stimulated and the formation of the entire small world will be broken?"

"Yes, according to what they said during their prayer, this is to make it easier for them to find their tribe's land."

Wang Jixuan raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.

Prohibition?

Can it be broken?
The spirit of the sacred tree added: "But I am not the same person I was when they placed the restriction on me. I can now control all the spiritual power in my body. They are actually using the restriction to try to wake me up and make me respond to them."

Xiao Hua Ting nodded, and saw Wang Jixuan looking thoughtful out of the corner of her eye, and realized that the message had been passed on.

So she continued to comfort the spirit of the sacred tree.

She truly sympathized with this sacred Fusang tree that was born in ancient times and became famous in antiquity.

at the same time.

The meeting at the Dark Sect was finally coming to an end, and several Golden Immortals reached a consensus.

"Please ask the two elders from Yushen Palace to come over. We will hire them with a large sum of money."

(End of this chapter)