Chapter: 1555

Wang Ming hurriedly turned his head, and the thick Leiyang tree came into view, his eyes widened three points, and he said:

"This, this tree is a fetish? Impossible! Shouldn't the fetish be arrogance? I can tell that this tree is an ordinary tree!"

"That's because I didn't want others to perceive it." Zhang Han shook his head slightly and said.

"What do you mean? It can still listen to you?" Wang Ming asked in confusion.

"Um."

Zhang Han nodded.

The Thunder Yang Tree is a treasure that he sacrificed and refined back then, so he can naturally control it as he pleases.

"Then what's the use of it?" Wang Ming raised his head and stared at the Leiyang tree in a daze.

"It's a lot of use, better than 90% of the world's 5... fetishes, then I'll let you feel it."

Zhang Han smiled slightly, his eyes flashed.

Suddenly, clatter.

The palm-sized leaves on the Leiyang tree trembled a few times.

Seeing this, Wang Ming let out a little gasp, and closed his eyes to feel it.

Swish!

In an instant, the breath of Crescent Mountain changed a lot.

He felt that there was nothing in front of him just now, it was just an ordinary tree, but now, it seemed that a huge wave of hundreds of feet appeared in front of him, and the majestic coercive force made Wang Ming tremble in fright.

"Aiya, I go!"

He yelled, opened his eyes, stared round, took a few steps back, looked up at the Leiyang tree in a daze, and exclaimed:

"It's so strong! It's too powerful!"

Zhao Feng blinked his eyes after seeing this.

what's the situation?

Why didn't I feel anything?

"This tree is actually a fetish, I said why is it so domineering, it looks like a fetish!" Wang Ming said dumbfounded.

Zhang Han smiled faintly, and took out a box from the bag he was carrying.

This also attracted the attention of Wang Ming and Zhao Feng.

"Crack!"

The box was opened, and under the eyes of the two of them, there was a gleaming silk thread in the box, like a crystal rope, and it could be felt that this thing was like some kind of liquid.

I saw this silk thread flying straight towards the Leiyang tree, disappearing into the trunk of the tree.

"What is this?" Wang Ming asked blankly.

"According to the way here, it is called a holy object, a spiritual marrow." Zhang Han replied.