Rustle rustle...
The Blue Spirit Tree swayed, casting down a strange blue light, devouring the souls of living beings, incredibly wicked.
This is a naturally grown evil tree, transplanted into the Emperor's Palace by the master of the palace with supreme emperor power, its purpose unknown.
Waves of blue light flashed, pulling on people's souls.
Even from a great distance, Ye Fan and others could still feel waves of unease, their souls almost pulling away.
"Ye, it's too dangerous, I think we should give up," advised Da Mo.
He mainly cultivated the soul and was extremely sensitive to the dangers of the soul, knowing well the terror of the Blue Spirit Tree and unwilling for Ye Fan to take the risk.
"It's fine, I'll be careful."
Ye Fan's eyes shot with steadfast light, footsteps firm as he walked step by step towards the Blue Spirit Tree.
"Buzz!"
A blue beam shot out, like a Hell judge, guiding his soul out of his body.
"Zhou!"
