The surrounding spiritual Qi had completely gone out of control. Daoist looked at the bottom of the 'giant tree', then at song qingxiao, and hesitated.
'Swish swish swish-'
The roots of the 'giant tree' drilled out more vines of different thickness, like a giant spider that was unhurriedly weaving a web, waiting for the web to be formed to trap its prey.
The black gas spread wantonly, and the stench was monstrous.
The thick black roots on its head were like the tentacles of an octopus. After curling up, they came crashing down in the direction of Sage yueshu.
"Let's go over too!"
After dodging a few times, the Daoist priest finally made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and spoke to number one.
He had already made a decision. Even after the six Saints of the 'dark' faction reappeared, he still chose to believe song qingxiao's words and decided to cooperate with her.
