Build wood.


    Planted for nearly six thousand years.


    Zhou Yi used the dew of good fortune to ripen it every day, and it was already more than a hundred meters tall, and the aura it radiated was not lost to the spiritual veins of Qingyun Mountain.


    The shards of the ox''s divine soul were integrated into it by the method of refining the beast''s soul. They were in a state of neither life nor death. Occasionally, conscious fluctuations came out, and they were very close and dependent on Zhou Yi.


    Whether it is scalper''s consciousness or Jianmu''s consciousness, no one can tell.


    This is the method of surviving from death.


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