These yellow ants that can release magic shields are very powerful, and all the 'flywheel storms' that Wang Sheng threw out have been blocked. His killer move lost its effect, and at this time, he was in mid-air, and he was no longer able to return to the sky, so he could only hold his head with both hands and hit his head on the hideous ant pillar in front of him.

Fortunately, this pillar made of yellow ants was not as strong as it looked, and when Wang Sheng smashed on it, it collapsed at the touch of a button. He only felt a shock in his shoulder, followed by a dozen torn sharp pains all over his body.

Wang Sheng originally planned to find a new sturdy branch to jump again, but now his eyes were full of big ants wielding giant jaws, and he couldn't see anything to borrow.

He kicked his feet a few times, and before he stepped on the right place, he rolled all the way, and fell from a height of more than ten feet with hundreds of strong ants.

For most of the day, Wang Sheng has been desperately jumping above the dense forest, and he only pays attention to whether the branch he is about to step on is firm. It wasn't until he planted his head that he found a clear stream under the dense canopy.

The water depth of this small stream was only less than two feet, but it was more than two feet wide, and Wang Sheng, who fell from the sky, was drenched in blood hanging from countless tree branches, and slapped on the water at once, shaking his eyes and spurting out a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth.

Wang Sheng, who had fainted, poured a few mouthfuls of cold water face down, and was suddenly choked up again. He struggled to the surface, stroking his aching chest with a violent cough.

A stream more than two feet wide is not a barrier for ant colonies, they have a huge base and never consider individual losses. When the water is in the way, the ants walking in front will connect their mouths and tails one by one to form an ant bridge, allowing the follow-up companions to step on their bodies to cross the river.

This stream was blocking the way of the ant colony, Wang Sheng fell down with a large number of branches, and the countless ant bridges on the water surface were smashed by him several times.

Wang Sheng knelt in the water, coughing heartbreakingly, and couldn't lift his head. The ants on both sides of the mountain spring immediately became excited when they found that there would be prey falling from the sky.

They built several ant bridges from the branches, and in a short time they climbed Wang Sheng's head and face, and one blocked his mouth and nose, smothering back a mouthful of blood that was already in his mouth. This time Wang Sheng choked to death, he hurriedly trembled, waved his hands, and threw off all the ants on his body.

In this short moment, Wang Sheng was bitten several times one after another, he endured the severe pain all over his body, waved out a few crescents with both hands, and smashed the ant bridges on both sides one by one.

There were more and more ants around, and Wang Sheng's hands were too busy, so he took a few steps and scooped up a branch more than four feet long from the stream. Yun Zhenyuan used the branch as a single knife, rubbed his feet, wrapped his head around his head, raised his hand and made a move of 'Night Battle Bafang Potential', followed by 'Hidden Flowers at the Bottom of the Leaves', 'Phoenix Homecoming', 'White Horse Cutting Hooves', 'Floating Cloud Cover', and used a set of 'Bagua Knife Technique', sweeping the ants that pounced in the sky into the distance.

His set of 'Bagua Knife Method', the first step method, round and wishful. The knife is long and short, but when you see the knife, you can't see people, and it is continuous and endless.

This was originally the technique used by the sword players on the ancient battlefield, they only relied on a sword and a shield, and each time they rushed to the front of the battle array, they had to face enemies from all sides at the same time.

After all, the ant colony on the stream is far less dense than on land, and Wang Sheng took advantage of this geographical advantage, wading through the water while fleeing downstream.

When he encountered the ant bridge in front of him, he hit the 'Flywheel Storm' to clear the way, if it was the kind of ant bridge that would release the magic shield, Wang Sheng could only fight to be bitten a few times and hit it with a branch.

There are a total of 64 types of "Bagua Knife Method", which is secretly in line with the number of I Ching hexagrams, which was specially taught to him by the Taoist grandfather in order to make him familiar with the direction of the hexagram. When Wang Sheng was five years old, he began to practice this set of knife techniques, and the Taoist grandfather required him to step on a fixed place every step he took, and he was beaten for this.

Now Wang Sheng rushed in one direction, and he could only use those few rushing moves repeatedly, but fortunately, the ant colony was not a saint warrior, no matter how many times he used these moves, they all had the same effect.

The branch in Wang Sheng's hand, under the blessing of his True Yuan, was not much worse than an iron rod, and no matter how strong the yellow ant's shell was, after all, the weight was too light. Every time Wang Sheng waved a branch, he could sweep away a large area, but no matter how dense his tricks were, there would still be many gaps in the end. Every few steps he took, he was bitten by ants that had slipped through the net, and the terrifying giant jaws had left dozens of cuts on his body.

Wang Sheng was like a robot picking up the branches, moving forward step by step in the yellow ant colony, and before he knew it, he had been struggling for an hour. As the true element in his body continued to be consumed, the frequency of the 'Flywheel Storm' gradually slowed down.

Wang Sheng, who was hungry and tired, couldn't see clearly in front of him, he was dazed, and he could always see a cyan silk thread swaying up and down in the overwhelming ant colony around his body.

At first, he thought he was overtired and hallucinated, until a yellow ant knocked down the green silk and was halved, and then he suddenly woke up.

Wang Sheng carefully observed for a while before he could see clearly, it turned out that these green silks around his body were all condensed by the magic of the wind system.

As long as he swings a small crescent moon while using the 'Phoenix Homecoming' move, it will leave a green silk around his body with the movement of his arm. These green silks were as sharp as his crescent moons, and could stay in the air for several breaths without dissipating.

The footwork of the "phoenix homing" is from the "Xun" position, passing the "exchange" position, and finally falling on the "Gen" position, which is just in line with the hexagram of "the wind under the mountain".

This discovery made Wang Shengru a treasure, and he began to deliberately use the 'phoenix homing', spreading more and more green silk around him.

The most exciting thing is that when Wang Sheng no longer throws out the small crescent, but just uses the true yuan in his hand to draw the trajectory of the wind magic in the air, these green silks can be more clear and lasting. Moreover, those green silks that have been shaped and floated in the air will also be displaced by a certain distance with his true yuan.

Since these green silk lands are produced because the magic power trajectory he wields is in line with the hexagram of the I Ching, it has nothing to do with his sword technique. So Wang Sheng threw away the branch and began to wave his hands.

At this moment, the production of green silk gradually exceeded the speed of its demise, and slowly accumulated one by one by Wang Sheng's side. Moreover, the trajectory of each green silk was filled in by Wang Sheng into the array simulated in his brain and accurately controlled.

With Wang Sheng's dancing figure, these erratic green silks accumulated more and more around him, wrapping him up like a silkworm cocoon, and all the ants that rushed around him were cut into pieces.

This kind of spell is quite labor-saving, and the consumption of magic power is also very small, Wang Sheng, who was already covered in blood and exhausted, saw the hope of survival again in a trance.

At this time, he didn't think about the ants around him and the road under his feet, and his brain was completely stuffed with the data of hundreds of green silks around him. He kept clutching his arms and walked faster and faster in the water.

Wang Sheng just walked in circles and forward, and he didn't know how long he had been walking. When he endured the sharp pain of being bitten again, and smashed the kind of ant bridge with a shield with his body, he suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, and the pressure around his body disappeared in an instant.

The ignorant Wang Sheng rushed forward a long way before he slowly stopped. He straightened up and looked around, realizing that he had broken out of the 'Great Bluegrass Forest' and was now on top of the wasteland.

The mountain stream that had been protecting him became deeper here, and slowly continued to flow towards the distant sunset.

Under the towering tree behind Wang Sheng, countless ants stared at him, still staring at him tightly. But for some reason, these ants refused to take a step out of the big forest, but just sharpened their huge front jaws against the prey in front of them for a while, and then slowly retreated.

Wang Sheng, who escaped, had already lost his strength, but this place was still too close to the ant colony, and he didn't want to stay for a moment.

Because he didn't know where he was, Wang Sheng could only walk along the river for a while, and in his exhaustion, he stumbled upon a hole in a dead tree on the bank. He couldn't walk anymore, so he slipped into it and fell asleep.