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A giant white-bark tree that required seven or eight people to embrace suddenly moved, and the thick branches on its body were like human arms, throwing them down from the sky and slapping towards Yang Feng.

"Dryad?" Yang Feng was shocked, he knew that there was something strange here, but he didn't expect it to be a powerful Dryad. It didn't make it difficult, he really couldn't see its cultivation, and now from the fluctuation of its aura, he could see that the other party was at least a second-level peak demon beast.

Yang Feng has been trying all kinds of things since he learned the Yuan Extreme Concealment Technique, even the Foundation Cultivator is difficult to find his traces, he didn't expect to be recognized by this white-bark tree demon this time, maybe he was sensed by it when he stepped on the ground.

The momentum of the giant hand was very fierce, Yang Feng did not choose to shake it, but used the Yuan Pole Shadow Escape Technique to quickly flash to the side, and his body continued to approach the four Qingling Flowers, as long as he could get this extremely rare spirit grass, he would have a way to escape from under the nose of this old tree demon.

One, two, three countless slender branches suddenly pulled out from all directions, forming a huge net in front of Yang Feng's body. As long as he takes a few more steps, he will fall into the shroud of a huge net, and he will really not be able to run away at that time.

Yang Feng's figure suddenly jumped up and flew up, trying to cross the huge net from above.

In an instant, more thick branches emerged from all directions, crossing and intercepting Yang Feng's head, forming a formation that covered the sky and the sun, completely blocking his path to the sky.

Yang Feng had no choice but to forcibly control his body and fall down rapidly, but he didn't expect that this white-skinned old tree demon seemed to be determined to kill the intruder in front of him. He lifted up like two huge branches of a human hand, and countless long wooden spikes appeared on the ground, and there was no physiology for a person to fall.

There were even dark red blood stains on some of the spikes, obviously there had been many monks who had fallen here for these four Qingling Flowers before, and the methods of this white-skinned old dryad were also bloody and cruel enough.

The situation is already extremely critical, and if he doesn't do anything about it, this wooden thorn array of the white-skinned old dryad will add another revenant. Yang Feng's mind had already sacrificed two Wind Chaser knives, and his divine sense manipulated these two quasi-high-grade magic weapons to make them spin at high speed, and his body quickly pressed down one step ahead, and then countless wood chips rolled up like a violent wind, and the wooden spikes on the ground were actually swept out of a flat clearing by the whirling Wind Chaser Knife.

Yang Feng's figure finally fell back to the ground, and an angry face had already appeared above the main trunk of the white-skinned old tree demon. It was not easy for it to lay down this spike array, and it had already killed countless monks who coveted the spirit grass for it so far, but now it was violently broken by Yang Feng in an instant, which made it feel like its heart was dripping blood.

With a terrifying dull roar, the white-skinned old dryad's huge mouth actually spit out a humanoid dryad warrior who was more than three meters tall, holding two wooden long swords and waving them at Yang Feng, seeing that his cultivation had reached the realm of a second-level early demon beast.

"This" Yang Feng was speechless for a while, because he saw the white-skinned old Dryad's huge mouth open, and he spit out five Dryad Warriors one after another, surrounding him in the center.

"It's a big deal!" Yang Feng sighed in his heart, and the Wind Chaser slashed at the nearest Dryad warrior. But just as he made a move, there were already four long swords behind him slashing at him at the same time.

It is better to cut off one of his nine fingers than to hurt his nine fingers, Yang Feng fought with the damage to the magic weapon armor on his body, and he had to kill one of the dryad warriors first. So his tricks remained the same, and after the Wind Chaser slashed the wooden sword that the Dryad warrior swung to block, he continued to slash at the other party. A dull voice sounded, and the Wind Chaser slashed at the opponent, but it only cut it down, but it did not succeed.

"What a strong defense!" Yang Feng only had time to sigh, and the armor of the inferior peak magic weapon on his body had been cracked by the heavy blows of the four wooden swords.

Immediately after that, Yang Feng was directly pressed by the huge force that hit his body and spit out a mouthful of blood, and almost fell forward to the ground, the attack power of this tree demon warrior is also quite strong!

What made Yang Feng's heart even more cold was that the white-skinned old tree demon actually opened its huge mouth again and spit out two more tree demon warriors, how could it be fought after such endless summoning? These summons are all comparable to the strength of a late-stage Qi cultivation cultivator.

"Wind Chaser Knife, give me a long one!" Yang Feng began to become a giant Wind Chaser Knife, these dryad cubs are so perverted, even if he can fight it, he can't kill it.

The blue light flashed, and Xiaolan was also called out by Yang Feng to help.

The one of the Dryad warriors closest to Xiao Lan was shot away by Xiao Lan's blood mark wings just by taking a look, and then Xiao Lan's strong and powerful tail swept fiercely, and two more Dryad Warriors were put down by it.

Yang Feng's wind-chasing giant blade also began to exert its might, and two quasi-high-grade magic weapons more than six meters long slashed a sharp combo that killed a dryad warrior with high attack and high defense but low agility on the spot.

The white-skinned old dryad's body shook for a while, and it seemed that the death of the dryad it summoned would also cause some damage to his body.

"Yuanji Divine Soul Technique, give it to me!" Yang Feng avoided the long swords slashed by the two Dryad Warriors, and secretly launched a sneak attack on the white-skinned old Dryad's Zhihai.

The white-skinned old dryad's body immediately shook wildly, and the thick branches in the shape of two arms covered its head as if it were about to crush it, and countless branches and leaves suddenly fell from the sky.

It was furious, covering its head with its arms and muttering a few incantations with its mouth open. In the blink of an eye, the fibrous roots in the sky poured towards Yang Feng and Xiaolan from all directions, which was exactly his old man's trick - ten thousand fibrous roots! As long as he was swept up, it was the rhythm of being entangled, suffocating or strangled to death.

"Xiaolan, withdraw" Yang Feng saw that the situation was not good, and immediately swirled the two wind-chasing giant blades with all his strength to open the way, and took Xiaolan to retreat sharply the way he came. Although the fibrous roots attacked by the white-skinned old dryad were endless, the power of the two quasi-high-grade magic weapons was not vegetarian, and it could be said that they were invincible. After severing countless fibrous roots, Yang Feng and Xiao Lan finally rushed out of the territory of the old tree demon in a wolf bèi, Xiao Lan was better, Yang Feng fell directly to the ground and gasped for breath.

Only this kung fu, he has already manipulated the wind-chasing giant blade to attack dozens of times, Rao is is he advanced to the fourth layer of qi training, the true yuan in his body is abundant, and at this time, he is on the verge of exhaustion, and Zhihai is even more exhausted, and he begins to feel pain.

Yang Feng withdrew the Wind Chasing Knife, swallowed a few Yuan Li Pills in one gulp, and then began to meditate to restore the true yuan in his body. This white-skinned old dryad shocked him too much, and his strength was by no means weaker than that of ordinary early stage foundation building monks, and it was not something he could deal with. But if he gave up the four Qingling Flowers like this, he was really unwilling.

Xiaolan was originally not very bold, and he was a little frightened by the old dryad's big move, and he rarely automatically hid in the spirit beast bag to soothe his frightened little heart.

Yang Feng didn't have the time to pay attention to Xiao Lan, in this wild secret realm, his state at this time was very dangerous, but at this time, his divine sense still swept an uninvited guest.

A monk was running here with a disgraced face, and the moment he saw Yang Feng, his eyes lit up, it was Zuo Hongsheng, who had met Yang Feng. There were two monks chasing after him, both of whom were cultivators of the ninth level of Qi cultivation.

"Run again, why don't you run away, you bastard, obediently return the spirit grass you stole to us and hand over your storage bag, uncle, if I'm in a good mood, I promise not to kill you." This was not said by Zuo Hongsheng, but by the scar-faced monk who was chasing him.

After Zuo Hongsheng escaped from the hands of the tiger elephant demon beast, he saw a group of people besieging a demon beast on the road, and he immediately wanted to do the same, and also launched a stealth technique to secretly snatch the spirit grass. However, his stealth technique is obviously not as perverted as the Yuanji Concealment Technique, and before the person reaches the place where the spirit grass grows, he was recognized by the monks and demon beasts, and he simply rushed forward to grab one of the 500-year-old mangbeard ginseng and fled, which attracted this wave of monks to chase and kill, obviously it is much easier to deal with a lone monk like him than to deal with a strong demon beast.

Along the way, Zuo Hongsheng also fought hard, and all kinds of escape secret methods were opened, but he also threw off a lot of tracking enemies whose cultivation was slightly weaker, and in the end, only these two monks who were in the middle of the ninth layer of Qi cultivation with him were still persevering.

"Slow down, listen to me first, this kid has just grabbed hundreds of peiyuan grasses, and he is so fat. At best, I have taken a stalk of mango from you, and I can return it to you now. There is almost no need for everyone to fight to the death, how about sharing the treasure on this kid's body first?" Zuo Hongsheng pointed at Yang Feng, and at the same time threw the mangshu ginseng to the scar-faced monk, looking at Yang Feng's expression was full of hideousness.

Although he didn't see Yang Feng take Pei Yuancao with his own eyes, he already thought in his heart that it was a good thing he did.

The two monks who were chasing after him were also very moved when they heard this, the value of hundreds of Peiyuan grass was much higher than that of the mangshu ginseng, and they dispersed almost without hesitation, and together with Zuo Hongsheng, they formed a situation of entrapment against Yang Feng.

Yang Feng's divine sense was very tired at this time, and although the true qi in his body had been restored under the effect of the Yuan Li Dan, it was obviously far from reaching the state of his peak, and he was definitely not the opponent of these three ninth-level Qi cultivators.

He sighed and slowly stood up, and said helplessly: "Don't force me!"

The Scarface monk was amused and teased, "Are you trying to scare us, boy?" ”

"I'm so afraid, Immortal Chief, spare my life!" said the Scarface Monk's companion, a scruffy-clad monk, mockingly.

Zuo Hongsheng hated Yang Feng very much in his heart, he was not as grinding as those two monks, and the flying sword in the air had already attacked Yang Feng.

Yang Feng immediately sacrificed his Wind Chasing Knife to meet the enemy, and at the same time secretly took out three small round beads from the storage bag and clasped them in his hand.