In the sky above the verdant forest at the foot of Shu Mountain, Jiang Yiming stepped on the Chixiao Flying Sword and fled quickly, as if he was chased by a poor man and an iron pen half a meter behind him.

"Your Excellency, let's just tie your hands, those tree demons alone can only cause some trouble to our Shushan at most, and I promise to only imprison you in the Demon Suppression Tower." The immortal impoverished man persuaded loudly, and seemed to feel that the Demon Suppression Tower was a very good way to go out.

"Poor brother, why are you? This person has killed so many of our disciples, what are you doing so troublesomely, just kill them with a sword! The iron pen flying in unison showed a look of indignation on his face, and he didn't quite agree with his friend's suggestion.

Whoa, whoa! Jiang Yiming didn't say a word, just covered his head and flew forward, indifferent to the words behind him, as if he was deaf.

"Brother Yi, your kindness is not appreciated by that person at all, so you should just kill him to avenge your disciples." Although Tie Bi didn't quite agree with the impoverished mention, the anger in his heart became stronger and stronger when he saw Jiang Yiming's indifferent appearance.

Poor felt that the rapidly receding woods under his feet seemed familiar, as if he had flown over above. He looked down for a few seconds, and suddenly recognized that the woods under his feet had really passed once.

"Not good! Watch out, we've fallen into the trap! He suddenly said to his good friend, and pulled a hand into his arms.

Every big tree in the woods seemed to come to life, stretching out countless ten-meter-long hands and grabbing them towards Yi Poor and Iron Pen; There were also many acquaintances who lifted a tree twenty or thirty meters high and leaned against it to form a prison, and detained the two who could not react for a while.

If you rely on these means alone, you can only stop the two of you for five or six seconds at most, just like now the sword light is constantly splitting the tree man, and they will soon get out of trouble.

It's just that Jiang Yiming gave them a chance, turned around and flew over, and cast the spell of plant parasitism more than ten times in a row on the two of them. The spores of a large number of parasitic plants surround them, penetrate into them from the nostrils and pores, and absorb blood nutrients to grow rapidly.

He saw a large area of vines growing on the body of Yi Yi and the iron pen, and laughed and said: "Didn't you chase me very well just now, and said that you would lock me up in the Demon Suppression Tower, so that I will never see the sun for the rest of my life, joke!" All of your obstacles will send me to hell. ”

When Jiang Yiming was escaping before, he quietly transformed all the trees under the flying sword into tree people and set this trap. It's not that he doesn't want to transform the War Ancient Tree, but because the moment the tree becomes a War Ancient Tree, it will increase in height by ten meters, making it unsuitable for traps.

If it weren't for the World Tree behind it, such a trap would not have been arranged. At this moment, he already felt that his strength was a little unable to keep up with the increasingly strong enemy, and it was time to advance.

The World Tree swallowed a small half of the world group, and the spiritual power of the feedback was still stored, just waiting for the moment when he used it, and said in his heart: "When you finish destroying all the spell cheats in the five worlds of Fairy Sword, you will be promoted to level 11 druid!" ”

The two of them have no time to speak now, and they have to deal with the tree people who can't be killed, and on the other hand, they have to expel the parasitic plants inside their bodies, which is extremely reluctant.

"Poor, what's wrong with you with the pen!" The other three saints who were still fighting hard in the ancient tree of war more than ten miles away in the distance, Tong Guò saw the two people in bad condition, and they wanted to leave the enemy on the opposite side and fly over to help.

Jiang Yiming's eyes flashed fiercely, and he was about to solve the two of poverty and iron pen, but if he let the three saints over there fly over, maybe things would be reversed. He flew above the trapped two and summoned four ten-meter-tall blue giants.

Rumble! The four giants combined weighed more than ten tons, and in one fell swoop, they pressed the impoverished and iron pen that stepped on the flying sword to the ground. Then the hundreds of treemen around them surrounded the two of them in an airtight airtight atmosphere, and a pair of giant feet stepped on them.

Ahh Two screams rang out, and the impoverished and iron pen who fell to the ground could no longer resist, and turned into two lumps of minced meat mixed with the dirt on the ground.

"Damn, we're one step too late!"

"Revenge, revenge, you must kill that hateful outer way!"

"Two of our Seven Sages of Shushan have gone at once, and the remaining five people can also bombard you!"

Jiang Yiming didn't care about the threat of the Three Sages, anyway, he was already an enemy who was not going to die, so what about letting them wail a few words?

The Red Sky Flying Sword under his feet swooped forward, breaking through the resistance of the air and approaching the Three Saints quickly, as unstoppable as a green meteor.

"Look for death!" The Three Saints were furious and urged all the mana in their bodies, so a sword light more than ten meters long and two sword lights that were almost long stabbed over.

Jiang Yiming did not dodge or dodge, and the Red Sky Flying Sword under his feet not only did not turn his head, but also descended to the treetops, cutting off the crowns all the way like a lawnmower.

Poof, the sword light bombarded him, and there were three more transparent wounds on his chest and abdomen. If it weren't for the thorn armor that weakened a lot of lethality, it would have almost been cut into four pieces. Rao was like this, a large amount of blood gushed out, and his face suddenly turned extremely pale.

"This person is crazy, even if he rushes over, what's the use, I'm afraid he would have died of blood loss a long time ago." Looking at Jiang Yiming's sack-like body, the three saints were a little dumbfounded, and they couldn't understand the reason why he did this.

Jiang Yiming felt chills all over his body, as cold as falling into a glacier, and it was estimated that the projection would die after more than ten seconds. However, the muscles on his face tugged, and he said silently: "I'm hanging now!" You can't die if you want to. ”

More than a dozen healing spells were cast on him, and the wounds on his body quickly healed, but the lost blood was not able to recover at once. It's just that this is his purpose, and at this time he is already within a hundred meters of the Three Saints.

Plant parasitism was cast as if it didn't cost money, and countless parasitic plant spores shrouded the three saints. Although this trick was used once just now, as long as it worked, he didn't care if it would be repeated by the enemy.

"Ah, we've been attacked!" The three saints felt the pain and itch in their bones, and only then did they know why Jiang Yiming was desperately approaching, and hurriedly urged the mana to expel them one by one.

Boom, boom! Hundreds of tree people surrounded and took the opportunity to fall into the well, making the three saints feel very difficult, and even had an ominous premonition that they would be buried here.

Jiang Yiming looked at the struggling Three Sages, a little smile appeared on his pale face, and the blow still had an effect, putting the three powerful enemies in danger.

"Summon the Giant!" Six giants pressed the Three Saints down to the ground...... (To be continued.) )