The two stimuli were superimposed, so that this time he didn't suppress the vomiting feeling no matter what, and he vomited all over the place.

The voice inside was louder, and it moved in the direction where He Lang was standing, and He Lang knew that the magic tree was coming again.

He ran forward desperately, and the sound of 'stabbing and stabbing' behind him sounded again.

He took a breath, leaned out his sense and paid attention to the front, so as not to injure himself by mistake, and with one step, he stepped past the beast trap and rushed to Liu Yongquan's side.

He gasped for breath, and the moment the magic tree stepped on the trap, he ignited the explosives.

Who knows, the magic tree chased before the beast trap, and there was no sound, and soon the immature voice of a three-year-old child came: "You two wastes, you still want to assassinate the old man, haha!"

As soon as the words fell, the beast trap was lifted away, and flew straight towards the door of He Lang and the others, this change was unexpected by the two, they hurriedly lowered their heads and avoided the beast trap.

"Throw the explosives on it!" shouted Ho Lang.

Because the explosives were in Liu Yongquan's hands, as soon as he heard He Lang's words, he hurriedly threw them out, and even forgot to light the gunpowder twist.

The kid burst out laughing again: "Waste is waste, hurry up and come over obediently, let the old man suck your blood!"

But no matter how arrogant the words were, they didn't cross the place where there was a Peng bird pattern.

The two sides confronted each other for a long time with a pillar of incense, and He Lang saw it in his heart.

"Your grandfather's, a milky little hairy child, and he still calls himself an old man, you have the ability to come here, don't shout there, you little waste!"

He Lang had already seen clearly at this time, the little hairy boy who called himself an old man had already taken on a human form, and was a little boy who was less than a meter tall and naked.

But the boy dragged a large mass of roots at his feet, and there were many thick and thin branches growing on those roots, which stretched out at the little boy's side, and swayed incessantly.

This reminded He Lang of the octopus, but the boy stretched out much more tentacles.

He Lang slowly took out a ball of rope from the space, he was going to put the tree demon on it and pull it to their side, if he guessed correctly, the Peng bird pattern must have a restraining effect on the tree demon, if it is not good, as soon as it is pulled over, the monster's body will be torn apart, and it will be killed immediately.

He exercised the aura of his next body, threw the rope noose towards the boy's head, and shouted to Liu Yongquan at the same time: "Master hug my waist, let's pull that monster over!"

Liu Yongquan immediately realized He Lang's thoughts, hugged the other party's waist tightly, stuck his feet on the ground hard, and pulled hard.

The noose was thrown very accurately, but it was caught by the tentacles stretched out around the boy's body, so that both sides were like tug-of-war, and they both exerted their strength.

Obviously, the strength of He Lang and the others was incomparable to that demon tree, and in an instant, the two of them were pulled forward and slid forward by one meter.

Seeing that something was wrong, He Lang hurriedly let go, and the two of them were thrown heavily because of too much force.

He Lang is okay, he is young and strong, it's nothing to fall, Liu Yongquan is not good, he is old, and he can't get up after falling for half a day.

When He Lang saw it, he felt very guilty, and hurriedly stepped forward to massage the other party for a while, and then slowly recovered.

"What other tricks do you have, even if you use them, the old man has nothing to do, I can play with you. As he spoke, the crisp laughter peculiar to young children came.

Hearing this, He Lang got goosebumps.

"I have a lot of tricks, don't run if you have the ability, little hairy boy!"

He Lang thought that if the other party didn't leave, he could try a few more ways to restrain it, and he didn't believe that there was no way to take it.

So the flying standard, magic weapon, and poison needle all tried one by one, but the results were all resolved by the other party one by one.

"You ugly bastard, but that's it, haha, hurry up, you can't run away. The childish voice laughed maniacally.

So He Lang secretly urged the aura in the fairy mirror, preparing to strike out the soul condensing qi and knock the monster into powder.

This time, he carried ten percent of his strength, and he had to hit it with one blow, because he knew that after this blow, he didn't know how long he would have to recuperate before he could recover.

This is also his housekeeping ability at the bottom of the box, if this trick is not good, they will only find a way to leave.

As soon as He Lang raised his left palm, he struck out in the direction of the dryad, only to hear a scream of 'ah', and the dryad disappeared.

Liu Yongquan hurriedly ran over, wanting to see what was going on, only to see a puddle of dark green liquid appear on the ground, he looked back at He Lang and frowned, and said, "There is only a puddle of green water." ”

He Lang slowly crawled over and looked at it, and hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "Master, you hurry up and take a look, the tree demon must have escaped with serious injuries, I really don't have any strength now, I guess it can't run far." ”

As soon as Liu Yongquan heard He Lang's words, he took the glow-in-the-dark rod, took out the Qingning sword and walked towards the stone cave where the tree demon was staying.

He Lang sat cross-legged on the ground, trying his best to suppress the discomfort of rolling in his body, and meditating and pranayama.

He didn't understand in his heart, why since the Demon Emperor Yuan Shen moved, every time he hit the soul condensing qi, it was the same pain as dying, could it be that God was jealous of him, jealous that he had this domineering skill.

Just when he was puzzled, he suddenly was surrounded by an object, and then the whole person pulled in the direction of the hole.

He Lang realized for the first time that it should be the tentacles stretched out by the dryad that surrounded him, and because he had just relaxed his guard, the person was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the Peng bird pattern.

He felt bad, and hurriedly used his aura to prepare for a desperate death, at this moment, his hands and feet were entangled in those thick and thin tentacles, and he couldn't move at all, and then he found himself being lifted, and a pungent smell rushed to his mouth and nose, and the next moment, the person was fainted.

Before he fainted, there was only one thought left in his heart, that is, he was really finished this time.

I don't know how long he was in a coma, He Lang finally woke up, his head hurt as if it had been cracked, and the sound of Weng in his ears was endless.

When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black, I didn't know where I was, and I wanted to stand up, and I didn't have any strength in my body.

He thought to himself, "I must be dead and buried in the ground." "A moment of sadness, a moment of anxiety, and then fainting.

When he woke up for the second time, his head was still in sharp pain, he opened his eyes and stared hard, and there was no light in front of him, thinking: "When I fainted, I was sprayed by the dryad and dragged up, did I become a demon?"

But then I think about it, I'm obviously conscious, is it true that demonic people are also conscious?

He couldn't understand at all, he was obviously caught by the tree demon, and he should have been sucked dry of blood immediately, how could he still feel the pain all over his body?

The place where he felt the most pain was in his chest, and bursts of colic came from it, that was where the Demon Emperor Yuan Shen stayed, was that thing going to be activated?

Thinking of this, he stopped thinking about it, anyway, dying once is death, dying twice is also death, now it seems that being sucked by the tree demon, being eaten by the Demon Emperor Yuanshen, which one is on the stall, he is also a mortal situation, just wait for death, so he didn't even bother to open his eyes, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep as much as possible, it was good to die in a dream.

I don't know how long I slept, when He Lang opened his eyes again, it was still dark in front of him, and he wanted to touch the surroundings with his hands, but found that his hands and feet were still tightly entangled by the thick and thin branches.

He wanted to reach out his divine sense to look around, but found that his meridians seemed to be restrained, and he couldn't move the aura at all, and he couldn't even detect the aura in his left palm.

Unable to detect the slightest aura, he couldn't even control the Yuan Shen out of his body, he could only be fixed in one place, unable to move.

He had been in the dark, and I don't know how long it had been, when he suddenly felt a thin, sharp object pierce his chest, and then he felt his blood being pumped backwards.

He thought to himself that he must be like those people in the cave, who had been disemboweled, his intestines had been pulled out of his body, and he was being ruthlessly pulled by the monster.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, he opened his mouth and screamed, but the voice he heard turned into a cry, and he didn't know when he burst into tears, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "You dead monster, I won't let you go even if I am a ghost, I will also pull out your intestines and stomach, step on the ground, and crush it vigorously!"

He Lang was fixed there, unable to move his body at all, and could only shout twice in despair every once in a while to dispel his anger.

He noticed that every once in a while, the thin sharp object would pour blood from his chest, but each time it did not suck much, and from time to time it injected some liquid into his body, and when it was injected, the hunger would disappear.

After a few days of pondering, he came to the conclusion that he had been treated as an experimental object and had his blood drawn repeatedly, could it be that someone else had treated him as a demonic person and had been arrested and studied? And the liquid injected into him was obviously not only for satiety, but also for rapid blood production, because he had been drawn blood so many times, he did not feel prostration.

In this place where he did not see the light of day, he thought a lot in his heart, and he finally decided that if he could be freed, no matter what, he would go to Mo Feier and tell the other party the truth that he was He Lang, no matter what the result was, he didn't care.

He didn't know how many days had passed.

On this day, he shouted again to express his anger, and suddenly that strange and terrible childish voice appeared again.

"I didn't expect your ugly bastard's blood to be so delicious, haha, I didn't see that you could still hurt the old man, but the old man has already healed the wound with your blood. ”

When He Lang heard this, he was shocked, it turned out that for so many days, it was the tree demon who drew his own blood, no wonder it has not made a sound, it seems that it is so injured that it can't turn into a human form, I'm afraid that now it has healed, so it turned into a human form again.

"Get out of your mother's damn dead monster, kill if you want to kill it, what do you want to do with Lao Tzu?"

He Lang thought that he had been being healed by the tree demon's blood for so many days, and he was angry, and he roared angrily.

"You will be the food for my practice in the future, I will take good care of you, how could I kill you, haha!"