"Master's wife!"

When Yang Tian turned around and saw Wu Zetian behind him, he was shocked and froze there.

"Disciple, what's going on? Why am I still alive? Didn't I have already self-destructed?"

Wu Zetian stared at his hands blankly.

"Master's wife!"

Yang Tian walked up and hugged Wu Zetian tightly.

Only at this moment did he realize the feeling of losing and gaining again.

If he hadn't stayed deliberately, Wu Zetian would not have died.

Now that Wu Zetian appeared in front of him again, Yang Tian secretly decided that he would never let his master's wife leave him again.

"Disciple, let go of me first..."

Seeing Yang Tian’s regretful and firm face, Wu Zetian sighed softly, and said nothing, allowing Yang Tian to hold her.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wu Zetian whispered: “Disciple, you can let go of me, I’m sore by you…”

Hearing Wu Zetian's words, Yang Tiancai let go of Wu Zetian.

He used his spiritual consciousness and looked towards Wu Zetian.

Soon, his brow frowned.

"Why is your body so light? Wait, this is your soul..."

Yang Tian ran his spiritual breath and rushed into Wu Zetian's body.

But this spiritual breath disappeared quickly.

This shows that Wu Zetian in front of her is not her body, but her soul.

"Soul?" Wu Zetian also used his spiritual sense to explore his body, and then she sighed softly: "I didn't expect that in the end, I would still die?"

Yang Tian's face was solemn.

He looked at Wu Zetian seriously.

Soon, Yang Tian felt a spiritual breath from the demon bud on Wu Zetian, and he reacted: "Master's wife, you were rescued by the demon tree! Your soul has long been broken, and your soul has disappeared. It is the demon tree that condenses your soul again!"

"Demon Tree?"

Wu Zetian's eyes were full of doubts.

"The Demon Tree is the broken wood block I obtained in the Sand Demon Treasure House!"

Yang Tian hurriedly said.

"Broken wood?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Wu Zetian's eyes.

"That's right, that broken wood block is the wood root of the demon tree, and the demon tree is the origin of the demon realm." Yang Tian quickly told Wu Zetian what he knew: "As early as tens of millions of years ago, this was a void. The demon tree transformed the void into demon breath, and reproduced four major demon races to produce the demon realm. Now the demon tree grew again from the broken wood block. It can absorb the void, transform the demon breath, and produce demons and magic weapons!"

"But where is this magic tree?"

Wu Zetian looked around in confusion.

"Master's wife, no one can feel the existence of the Demon Tree except me!"

Yang Tian said something.

Then, his eyes fell on Wu Zetian's soul.

The Demon Tree can only reshape Wu Zetian's soul?

But can Wu Zetian also restore her body?

Thinking of this, Yang Tian ran his spiritual breath and opened the magic bud: "Master's wife, believe me now, I will resurrect you!"

"Resurrection? Resurrection through the Demon Tree?"

"That's right!"

Yang Tian waved his hand and the magic bud had already sucked Wu Zetian's soul in.

Then, the magic bud quickly closed.

The demon tree began to absorb the endless void again, transformed into demon breath, and condensed in the demon bud. I don’t know how long it took, but the demon bud slowly opened, but it was empty inside.

"Master's wife, where are you?"

Yang Tian asked subconsciously.

"Disciple, I'm here! Inside the Demon Tree!"

A sound full of excitement and joy sounded from the magic tree.

"Master's wife, why have you entered the Demon Tree? Wait..." Yang Tian was stunned, and then reacted: "Can you say that your soul cannot be resurrected directly, but is absorbed by the Demon Tree and becomes part of the Demon Tree?"

"Wrong, I am the soul of the Demon Tree now!"

Wu Zetian's voice rang out excitedly.

"The soul of the demon tree?"

Yang Tian was a little surprised.

“Geeh…”

Wu Zetian made an excited and playful sound, and almost the next second, the magic tree began to shake with a sensation.

This shocked Yang Tian.

"Disciple, I can feel the existence of the Demon Tree and the history of the Demon Tree are all imprinted in my mind. I can also let the Demon Bud open!"

Wu Zetian is like a playful child.

Bang!

The magic bud suddenly opened.

“I can also let it close!”

Then, the magic bud closed again.

"I can also convert a stone into gold!"

Whoosh!

A stone flew up from the ground and was absorbed by the demon bud. It didn't take long. When the demon bud opened, a piece of gold had already appeared.

"Master's wife, you have really become the soul of the Demon Tree!"

Yang Tian was also surprised.

"Hehe, I think it's fun!"

Wu Zetian laughed, and then she ignored Yang Tian and threw herself into the demon tree.

Yang Tian could clearly feel that the demon tree was growing wildly again.

Moreover, there were another series of demon buds on the tree.

"Master's wife, let's not play anymore, we're going back!"

Seeing that it was already dark, Yang Tian hurriedly said.

"It's okay, I will stay in the demon tree all the time. As long as you need me and run my spiritual sense, I will appear by your side! Whether you are in the Demon Realm, in the Tang Dynasty, or in the China Kingdom, I will appear at any time!"

Wu Zetian said with a smile.

"Ha ha!"

Yang Tian also smiled.

He can use his spiritual consciousness to obtain the things produced by the magic tree anytime and anywhere.

Naturally, he can also summon his master's wife at any time!

"Disciple, go back quickly. I am the soul of the Demon Tree now. I am going to shape myself a body and let the Demon Tree grow rapidly!"

Wu Zetian was excited and authentic.

"Okay, the disciple is waiting for the master's wife to resurrection!"

Yang Tian laughed loudly, his figure flashed, and he had already flew towards the cave.

While going back, Yang Tian heard Wu Zetian's voice sound from his mind: "Disciple, my body has been shaped!"

"Is that so? Let me see it!"

Yang Tian runs his spiritual sense to summon.

Whoosh!

The next second, Wu Zetian appeared beside Yang Tian.

Looking at the Tang empress next to her, Yang Tian felt a sense of heroic passion. Wu Zetian was still so beautiful, with black hair, big eyes, delicate yao nose, vermilion red lips, and graceful chin.
To be continued...