Seven years of Nirvana!

There was an incomparably huge sycamore tree in front of him.

From Chen Xiaobei's point of view, the tree was as big as the creation wood.

The roots that protruded out of the ground were like endless mountain ranges that extended in all directions. The huge tree trunk had no end in sight, and its height reached into the clouds. The fiery red leaves caused the entire world to be dyed red. It was like a blazing sun that covered a tree, incomparably spectacular and extremely vigorous!

"What ... What is this place?" Chen Xiaobei asked.

Fan he's face was also filled with shock and he was speechless for a long time. He had never seen or heard of such a scene before.

"This is an ancient parasol tree!" Yuan Feng said. The Holy Phoenix City is on this tree!"

&Quot; on the tree!? &Quot; Fan he was shocked.

Chen Xiaobei was the one who calmed down.