Godslayer, King's Face Card Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 256 Phoenix Perches on the Wutong Tree

Chapter 256 Phoenix Perches on the Wutong Tree

Two hours later, Garuda King hovered in mid-air. The group glanced at the lush forest on the ground and jumped down without hesitation.

"Roar……"

As soon as they landed, they heard a beast's roar. Looking up, they saw a white tiger with a drooping forehead.

Wang Ye shrugged and released his aura slightly.

Without any hesitation, Baihu turned around and disappeared from everyone's sight at an extremely fast speed.

"Tsk...why scare it away? There's no animal protection law now. A tiger skin can be made into a really cool cape!"

Ling Yunxiao said with some regret, which drew the attention of the others.

“Brother Ling, although there is no animal protection law now, an unpolluted tiger in the wild is an extremely rare animal. Why do you have to make things difficult for it?”

As Lin Qiye spoke, he and Wang walked toward the tallest and largest sycamore tree in the forest.

"Ugh……"

Ling Yunxiao lowered his eyes and sighed. He had originally planned to give the tiger skin to Wang Mian. Wang Mian's name could not be written in the Book of Life and Death, but the name of the white tiger could be written.

If the White Tiger and the King's Face are bound together, it will be easier for him to find the King's Face even if it disappears again.

But the white tiger escaped so quickly that it was too late.

"This tree looks familiar!"

The group quickly arrived at the paulownia tree. Wang Ye circled the giant tree once, and as he spoke, he raised his hand and swung his long sword.

"..."

To everyone's astonishment, the giant tree remained unmoved, and the longsword stopped an inch in front of it.

Wang Ye frowned, his expression changing repeatedly.

Even though he was swinging his sword casually, it shouldn't have been blocked so easily.

Wang Ye sheathed his longsword and swung it again, this time using all his strength in a sweeping motion.

The next second, the giant tree turned into countless pieces of wood, which fell down and covered everyone in wood chips.

Several people raised their eyebrows and looked at Wang Ye, but Wang Ye still frowned and stared at the giant tree.

The group turned around at the same time and discovered that there really was another world inside the giant tree.

In the middle of this giant tree trunk, there are clearly some staggered steps leading down to the ground.

Wang Ye casually reached into his pocket, took out a luminous pearl, and was about to throw it into the tree hole when Ling Yunxiao reached out and pressed down on Wang Ye's arm.

Wang Mian had already taken out several powerful electric sticks, lit them, and casually tossed them into the tree hole.

Unfortunately, the lightning disappeared in an instant, providing no useful visual information to the crowd.

"Let's go down and take a look!"

As Wang Ye spoke, he walked ahead of the crowd, followed by Lin Qiye, the embodiment of destiny.

After Lin Qiye went down, Nezha and Wang Mian followed him in, while Ling Yunxiao stayed behind to cover the rear.

The group walked silently, the downward steps seeming endless.

After walking for half an hour, Wang Ye had already burned out one of his torches. He took the new torch from Wang Mian and spoke casually.

"I feel like the footsteps aren't quite right. Should we call out a number?"

“1、2、3、4、5、6、7、8、9、10、11、12、13、14……99。”

"Great! There are 99 of us in total, not a single one is missing!"

Wang Ye grinned, while Ling Yunxiao, who was at the back of the line, had already raised the Xingtian Axe and suddenly turned around to swing it.

Then, there was nothing behind him. Under the bright torchlight, it was clear that there was nothing behind them except for the gently sloping steps leading up to the top, where sunlight could be faintly seen.

"So, what happened when you counted to 99?"

Wang Ye blinked, and Ling Yunxiao shrugged innocently.

"When it was my turn, I heard the captain call out 7, so I said 8."

"Damn it, there are only eight of us! Don't you know how many of us are coming down?"

Wang Ye was completely bewildered by Ling Yunxiao's answer. A team of five, and he'd quoted eight numbers, acting as if he were perfectly justified.

"I applied for number four."

Wang Mian was also innocent; clearly, the extra voice came from behind him. But how could someone possess such divine power, especially with Nezha, a true immortal, present? How could there be anything mysterious enough to conceal?