In recent times, Ming Chuan has always carried a knife on his body. There is nothing special about this knife, it is a saber that he bought on a certain treasure when he has nothing to do, and it is a bargain, and the reason why he carries it with him is also for convenience.

He had never thought of using this knife to deal with ghosts and ghosts, but in his desperation, he didn't think much about it, so he picked up the knife and slashed it under Ying Lan's feet.

While he wielded the knife, he almost subconsciously mobilized the ghost qi in his body, wrapping the ghost qi on the blade.

The silver metal blade looked a little black under the entanglement of the ghostly qi, as if it had been quenched with poison, and it looked a little dull, losing its original luster, and not leaving any trail in mid-air when swiping.

The blade silently slashed across the soles of Ying Lan's feet, and the faint black mist that was originally stuck to the soles of Ying Lan's feet and hindered its movement was like tofu cut by the blade, and it broke into two very smoothly.

Shadow Lan broke free.

At the same time, the surrounding "plants", those "plants" that had been diverted by Takayama Kaguya, suddenly shifted their gaze to Eilan and Mingchuan again.

"Your ghost!" Takayama Kaguya shouted at Mingchuan as he floated in midair.

Ming Chuan immediately understood that it was his ghost aura that attracted the attention of these "plants".

Without waiting for Mingchuan to give an order, Yinglan took action, twisted his body, and the cloth that was originally around his lower body twisted as if it were alive, stretched out and wrapped around Mingchuan's waist, firmly rolling Mingchuan up, and then jumped and flew into the air.

The "plants" stretched out their branches on the ground, and the eyes at the top of the branches followed Ming Chuan's body while extending and swaying in one direction.

Ming Chuan lowered his head and looked at his feet, those "eye waves" like wheat waves blown by the wind, with his movements, wave after wave.

"It's a rare sight. Ming Chuan said with a sigh of relief.

"Are you still in the mood to laugh?" Takayama Kaguya caught up with them from behind, flying in mid-air alongside Mingchuan behind Kagelan.

"Let's liven up the atmosphere. Ming Chuan muttered in a low voice, his eyes never taking his eyes off the strange "plants" under his feet, "What are these?

"I don't want to take this 'specialty' back with me. Takayama said with a grin.

The branches on the ground stretched their "eyes" upwards in an attempt to catch up with them, touching the soles of their feet with their "eyes".

Some of the branches have been successful.

Ming Chuan felt something tickle on the soles of his feet, causing a tingling itch.

"Speed it up. Ming Chuan said to Ying Lan.

Shadow Lan remained silent, silently carrying out the order.

However, as their speed increased, the "plants" below also swayed more widely, desperately stretching their branches to chase them.

Beneath their feet was no longer the wasteland they had been in when they first arrived, but a sea of eyes and branches, eerie and with a strong carrion-like visual impact. Such a scene made Ming Chuan feel that they had been walking at the bottom of a sea of bones and eyes, shuttling through the stench of tides.

The branches twisted like bone-on-skin bones, swaying and stretching as they moved.

A few sticks came out of the ground and stopped in front of them.

Shadow Lan was constantly changing direction to avoid the sudden branches.

More and more branches rose high from the ground, blocking them from all sides.

The gap between Shadowland's ability to fly and shuttle is getting smaller and smaller.

Ming Chuan felt that these elongated branches were like living fences, locking them in cages and compressing their space for activity little by little.

Takayama Kaguya chanted the incantation in the back, and Akikawa was not idle, holding the short knife in his hand and waving it towards the branch that stretched out towards him.

The silver blade stabbed the eye at the tip of a branch, and blood spurted out of the eyeball, and the injured eye gave a painful look, and the whole branch fell straight backwards, and at the same time smashed a large clearing.

Several people struggled to move forward while fighting, throwing off countless "plants" behind them, but more emerged in front of them. If you dry out one branch, more will be replenished. The original wasteland was endless, but now it is a sea of eyes and branches, and it is still boundless.

They didn't know how long it would take to get out of such a place, let alone what direction they should go in the right way, and the never-ending pouring of enemies and obstacles made them mentally exhausted.

The physical strength was lost very quickly, and Ming Chuan's arms were almost unable to lift up.

Shadow Lan seemed to be moving much slower, and even Takayama Kaguya's chanting became faint.

They may never be able to get out of this strange wasteland.

Once such a thought arises, it is like a cancer cell that desperately spreads in the consciousness and soon occupies the vast majority of the consciousness.

They will die here.

The soul and body remain in the ghost world forever, becoming fertilizer for these "plants".

This negative consciousness gradually takes root and sprouts.

"This way!" a voice came from afar.

Ming Chuan was stunned in his heart, and the negative emotions that shrouded his heart just now were like a layer of dark clouds, which were blown away by a gust of wind, revealing the originally clear sky.

Without waiting for Ming Chuan to speak, Ying Lan automatically and spontaneously flew in the direction of the sound.

In front of them were countless branches that rose from the ground, densely packed into almost impermeable walls, without even the slightest gap.

Under this obstruction, Ying Lan's movements hesitated.

"Leave them alone, rush forward!" the voice came through several layers of "plant barriers", and it was very penetrating, directly reaching their hearts.

Ying Lan seemed to hesitate a little, and turned her head to glance at Ming Chuan.

Ming Chuan nodded at it, dispelling its doubts and letting it continue to rush forward.

After receiving Ming Chuan's instructions, Ying Lan put aside all his worries and rushed towards the barriers in front of him.

Just as they were about to hit the nearest barrier, all of a sudden, light swept towards them from all around, like a huge wave, rising from all sides and pressing down on them overhead.

For a moment, they were enveloped in dazzling light.

The eyes at the tips of the "plants" looked painful in this dazzling light, and their eyeballs were bleeding, and they closed their eyelids tightly, and they retreated, looking even more impatient when they retreated than when they pursued them.