In the black giant mountains filled with white mist, countless emerald green leaves are fluorescent, and a huge sacred tree towering into the clouds is like a pillar supporting the sky and the earth, constantly sucking and spitting out the gorgeous divine beauty.

"Click--"

The fine lines appeared in the soil and rocks of Montenegro. As a large number of roots extended from the ground, the entire Montenegro began to gradually collapse, the surface collapsed, and the soil turned outward. The sky-raising sacred tree seemed to be waving its thick branches. Looking down from the clouds, you could vaguely see the irregular huge human face.

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Qingquan Palace, the mansion of the Supreme Commander.

Yin Jingguo suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly stood up. He woke up from his sleep, recalling all the things he had peeped before, and couldn't help but wrinkle deeply.

He turned on the gas light switch beside him and lit the light. The dim light illuminated some surrounding environment and his strange face.

Dreaming of a sacred tree?

If an ordinary person dreams of such a scene, it can be a nightmare, but people like him are obviously not that simple.

Suddenly, he dreamed of such a thing that was obviously contrary to common sense. As the leader of the rebels and the ruler of Baiyungang, he is also an extraordinary person standing at the top of the mundane world. He naturally knew the abnormal situation here.

Especially on a certain level of security, Qingquan Palace is almost impregnable and will not be invaded by such abnormal dreams, which makes it even more strange.

To put it in a more mysterious way, he has a certain national fortune in his body. Even if he has been absorbed a lot by a little guy, it can offset a lot of negative impacts.

Could it be the dream pollution of some kind of high-person creature, or a warning from an existence?

He thought about it, couldn't help lifting the quilt, then walked out of bed, and gently pressed a mechanical button on the desk.

"Help me invite Mr. Luo to come here."

"Okay. Commander." The sound of the guard came from the machinery.

Yin Jingguo turned around, picked up his coat from the clothes hanger beside him and put it on, and sat behind the desk in silence.

I don’t know how long it took, the guard’s voice came from the mechanical button: “Commander, Mr. Luo has arrived.”

Yin Jingguo took a look, then pressed the mechanical button and said, "Please come in, Mr. Luo."

A moment later, the huge door was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a formal outfit and wearing a mustache like Yin Jingguo walked in.

"Mr. Luo." Yin Jingguo stood up and politely invited the other party to sit down.

After all, in addition to being a legendary figure of the Jishan Spiritual Cultivation Society, Mr. Luo is now also the chairman of the Super Power Management Committee of the Provisional Government. He is a powerful figure who replaces Yunmukang and is preparing to take charge of the extraordinary field of Yunguo.

He probably can't be too polite to treat guys of this level.

"General Committee member, I called me over late at night. Is something wrong?" Mr. Luo sat opposite Yin Jingguo.

"There are some things."

A waiter brought incense tea and placed it in front of the two of them.

Under the dim light and in the mist of tea, Yin Jingguo's thin face had dark patterns flashed away.

"It's like this..." He just talked to Mr. Luo about the dream he had just dreamed of, hoping to rely on the knowledgeable legend in front of him to solve the abnormalities he had encountered before.

"The Sky-Linging Divine Tree?" Mr. Luo frowned and looked at Yin Jingguo silently: "The other party has a giant face that looks like a human form?"

"Is there a problem?" Yin Jingguo's expression became a little serious.

"Wait a minute." Mr. Luo stood up, then twisted a golden button on his sleeve, and a golden light filled the buttons, and then enveloped Yin Jingguo.

The latter narrowed his eyes slightly, then subconsciously raised his hands, glanced at his palms and exposed arms, as if he had not found anything, and he stroked his cheek slightly again.

However, Mr. Luo's eyes did not focus on Yin Jingguo, but on the shadow reflected on the floor behind him.

The shadow kept twisting and shaking, as if it was a sapling that was lingering in the raging storm.

Mr. Luo seemed to have thought of something, and his face changed.

"Mr. Luo?"

Yin Jingguo saw the other party's expression, and his expression couldn't help but turn a little black.

"I think about it." Mr. Luo waved his hand, then looked at Yin Jingguo, and stopped talking. Finally, he pursed his lips and said, "I need to investigate some things before I can give you an accurate response."

He glanced at the metal clock that was sitting beside him: "It's one at night now. I'll figure it out within twenty-four hours."

Mr. Luo said this, and Yin Jingguo naturally had no other way. After all, Jishan Spiritual Cultivation Society was the biggest financial support behind him.

As he said this, Mr. Luo hurriedly left, while Yin Jingguo was sitting there, his face became more and more gloomy.

Especially the veins and blood vessels that kept rising became clearer on the skin, like winding spider webs.

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Tangning Road, formerly the headquarters of the External Relations Department, and now the Management Committee of the Provisional Government.

Mr. Luo returned to the office and immediately asked the secretary to notify the heads of various departments to hold a meeting. After some mobilization, Mr. Luo sent out all the extraordinary forces he could send out and began to search the entire Baiyungang.

Until dawn, the intelligence and information from various departments began to be transmitted continuously.

With the sudden discovery of abnormalities, Mr. Luo finally couldn't sit still and had to come to the front line in person.

Clustered by a group of people, Mr. Luo came to Baiyungang's underground sewage facilities that are well-connected, just like a spacious tunnel.

It was like an underground river, and the river with dark brown sewage was filled with a disgusting smell and spread to the deepest part of the tunnel.

In the open space beside the underground sewage river, a group of extraordinary people from the Management Committee of the Super Power were facing a great enemy and were using some kind of ban to isolate a area. At the center of the area, a highly decayed corpse appeared. Branches appeared on the body, and fluorescent green leaves grew on it.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Mr. Luo frowned deeply.

"Sir, it's Minister Jiang." A person in charge of the Supernatural Power Management Committee covered his mouth and nose and leaned closer to Mr. Luo and said: "Minister Jiang's family reported the case before, saying that Minister Jiang has been missing for two days."

"How many of these are the first ones?" Mr. Luo asked with a glance at him.

"The sixth one has been discovered so far." The man responded with a somewhat ugly expression.

After all, the politicians of the Provisional Government disappeared silently and were found to die everywhere with such strange means, which was obviously a provocation for their extraordinary power management committee.

He was patted by the other party in the face with this behavior. As one of the heads of the Super Power Management Committee, his face naturally would not look very good.

Thinking of this, the person in charge couldn't help but issue a military order and said: "Sir, I will find a way to find out all this."

"How to check?" Mr. Luo glanced at him and said lightly: "This kind of thing is not something you can mix with." After thinking about it, he continued: "Ask people to mix these corpses with Liuhe powder and burn them, and then all those who have been in close contact will be isolated on the spot and observe their status at all times. If an abnormality occurs, you should know what to do?"

"I understand." The person in charge nodded and responded.

"I want to go out to do something. I'll come back tonight. If something goes wrong with Baiyungang, you can find a way to deal with it yourself."

"yes."

After explaining the matter of the Supernatural Power Management Committee, Mr. Luo glanced at the corpse in the distance indifferently, and then left the underground space without looking back.

When he arrived on the ground, he soared into the sky and slowly flew towards a small town.

I don’t know how long it took, but he entered a certain domain and then came directly to Mohe.

What caught my eye was a large piece of black liquid, spreading in the void like sticky ink. Some winding juice gradually flowed, like falling hair, extending all the way into the Mohe River.

Looking at the slightly harmonious scene in front of him, Mr. Luo couldn't help but think of a rumor in the meeting.

Well, it is naturally related to the relationship between the demigod in front of you and the Heritage Hall. It is said that this demigod has a close relationship with the Lord of the Mo Sea, and it seems that he has had some connection.

Just as he was thinking this way, Mr. Luo suddenly felt a pitch-black needle suddenly appear on his neck.

A black, long and thin needle that was almost extremely overlooked was stuck on his throat.

This made him feel creepy and his hair was thrilling.

"Sir." Mr. Luo had to restrain his thoughts and dare not imagine the rumors about the demigod in front of him. After all, as a legendary creature in the Maosi and Shan Yan school, it seems that it is not a difficult ability to peek into such things.

He directly explained the purpose of the trip and told some of the abnormalities he had discovered before: "These problems that occurred in Baiyungang are probably related to the Brahma tree."

Hearing this, a certain ink needle suddenly disappeared, and the black fluid floating in the void began to squirm, and then slowly formed a silhouette like a hill.

"Brahmad Mother?" A hoarse voice slowly passed in the air: "He has actually woken up."

Mr. Luo lowered his head and did not dare to look at the outline of the moving mountain: "The green willows were missing in Baiyungang before, and now the mangroves are nowhere to be found. It is probably because He has noticed something. Now that there are a series of abnormal things in Baiyungang, it is hard to say that it is not the existence expressing its dissatisfaction."

That's right, as an alien extraordinary or a legendary figure in the extraordinary realm, the brothers Green Willow and Mangrove had their feet before entering the Jishan Spiritual Cultivation Society.

Behind them is the Bharat Mother.

"However, even if that person is expressing his dissatisfaction, there is no need to take action against some politicians in the Provisional Government. After all, this is related to the Dragon King's plan." Mr. Luo raised his head slightly and squinted his eyes and said: "And I have also discovered the shadow of some kind of promotion ceremony from these abnormal events."

The demigod in the void did not respond, and seemed to be listening silently.

"I suspect that the Bharat tree mother is accusing her son." Mr. Luo said.

The so-called recognition of the son is naturally just a beautification. In fact, it is the Brahma Mother who forcibly interferes with a guy who is about to be promoted to a legend, distorts his will, changes the other party's promotion path, and makes the other party establish a certain channel of offering with him, as if he is a godson among the people.

However, this Brahma Mother is an evil god symbolizing the chaotic realm after all. Even if he is a stunning and stunning person and is about to be promoted to a legend, his future fate can be imagined.

The demigod in the void was slightly silent. After a long time, a hoarse and majestic voice was passed by: "No, I want to, trick, provoke, He—"

Mr. Luo subconsciously looked up, but he lowered his head randomly and couldn't help but frown.

Don't provoke Him?

This is obviously the position of the demigod in front of him.
To be continued...