This tree must be a hundred years old, I don't know if it is bewitched by something, or if it is by nature, its attacks on people are becoming more and more serious, and its behavior is becoming more and more rampant. The roots buried deep in the ground suddenly pierced through the soil layer, clinging to the ground and slowly approaching Mu Jinggong, who was lying on the ground and unable to turn back. Just when he was less than a foot away from Mu Jinggong, the roots of the tree began to rush towards Mu Jinggong unscrupulously. Mu Jinggong turned around and threw out a silver needle, and the root of the tree shook it hard to hit the silver needle aside, Mu Jinggong took the opportunity to turn over, rolled to the side, and opened a foot away from the root. The tree spirit seemed to be enraged, and the roots of the tree began to open their teeth and claws, and if it had a mouth, it was as if it was going to swallow Mu Jinggong alive. All the roots of the trees began to activate, plus those branches and leaves, each of them wanted a tentacle, and the root touch of one of them launched a fierce attack on Mu Jinggong. The root touch struck down in the air like a whip, and Mu Jinggong couldn't stand up at the moment, so he had to turn over and avoid this root touch. The hollow root touch stretched below the ground, and Mu Jinggong watched as this root touch stretched out from the ground at intervals, and then went out and in at intervals. When this root touch appeared in front of Mu Jinggong, the entire root touch shook hard, breaking through the soil, and the surrounding area was instantly dusty, and the clods of soil were doubled by it. Mu Jinggong was blinded by the sand and stones, and couldn't see the things in front of him clearly, but he just subconsciously moved his body back, but he didn't want the force of this touch to be great, and the soil layer that was shaken opened became a long pit, and Mu Jinggong was next to this pit, and the surrounding sand and gravel were falling into the pit, and Mu Jinggong was also taken to slide into the pit. It seemed that the tree spirit wanted to bury her alive. Mu Jinggong grabbed the clod of soil with his hands and wanted to drag his body up, but the clod was too loose, and he fell into the pit with one force. As soon as Mu Jinggong's hand was released, his whole body fell backwards, and he was about to become a "turtle in the urn", and a vague and unfamiliar figure flashed and pulled Mu Jinggong up and brought it aside. Mu Jinggong felt that someone was pulling her, and touched the person who was pulling her with her hand, but she couldn't touch anything, just like air. Mu Jinggong was shocked in his heart, and stretched out his hand into the cloth bag where the silver needles were placed. The person who saved Mu Jinggong put her next to a tree, Mu Jinggong thought that it was better to see the light again, so she secretly took her hand back, and gently pulled her upper eyelid forward, so that there was a little gap between her eyelids and eyeballs, so that the tears washed down, and after a while, she blinked and saw the situation in the woods again. In front of Mu Jinggong stood a person, dressed plainly, with gray hair, like an old man in his prime. The old man looked at Mu Jinggong lovingly, and a smile made the folds on the old man's face more densely piled together. Although the old man looked harmless to humans and animals, Mu Jinggong saw that this person had been looking at him, and his defensive heart immediately rose.

Mu Jinggong plucked up his courage and asked the old man, "...... you Who are you? ”

The old man smiled but said nothing. Mu Jinggong wanted to ask something, but he saw that the old man's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he was pulled to another place, and the place where he was standing just now was shaking indiscriminately.

"You...... You saved me. Mu Jinggong tried to communicate with the old man again, after all, it was visible to the naked eye and felt by the body, and at that moment just now, it was the old man who saved her.

The old man was still smiling, but this time a sentence clearly came out of his mouth: "Li'er, mother-in-law finally sees you again." ”

Mu Jinggong was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know what to say for a while. She tentatively reached out to grab the old man's hand, but swept it over and caught nothing. "Empty?" She frowned and muttered to herself, looking up at the old man again. The old man still smiled so lovingly, and looked at Mu Jinggong with the same eyes as he looked at his granddaughter. Mu Jinggong remembered that Mu Zhixi was still on it, so he turned back to the old man and said, "Well, mother-in-law...... Mother-in-law, my sister is still in danger, I'll go over and save her first, you stay here by yourself for a while! Mu Jinggong turned and ran towards the tree spirit, ran two steps and looked back. The old man stood there and looked at her, and Mu Jinggong realized that the old man's feet seemed to have disappeared, and his whole body was hanging in the air. "Oh my God! Is it a ghost?! Mu Jinggong didn't dare to look at it anymore, and quickly turned his head over, "I said why can't I touch my body, and I still run so fast." It turned out to be floating past! Mu Jinggong patted her head, looked at Mu Zhixi again, and was thinking about how to save Mu Zhixi when a shining thing flashed in front of her eyes. Mu Jinggong turned her head to look, and a little red fox stood next to her and looked up at her, and the light on her body disappeared.

"Senior Sister Gong!" Shang Ling ran over panting, "I heard a voice from here in the distance, and I thought that something had happened to you." What do you think? What is it? ”

"It's a tree! My sister is tied to it by it! Shang Ling looked in the direction of Mu Jinggong's finger, and Mu Zhixi was still tied there and couldn't move.

Shang Ling muttered and scolded: "I gave it this blessed treasure land, but I actually harmed people for its cultivation!" After that, Shang Ling took out the ochre fan, and I don't know when he learned the use of the ochre fan, so he saw him fly out of the ochre fan, put the four fingers of his hands together, drew a symmetrical spell in the air, and flew towards the ochre fan. A flash of red light struck the fluttering and restless root touch, and the ochre fan flew towards the root touch and returned to Shang Ling's hand, and the root touch was also cut into two parts. The half that fell off instantly shrank into the root of a normal-sized tree. And the other half was still on the body of the tree spirit, and it was also put away, no longer close to Shang Ling and Mu Jinggong.

"What now? How can we save my sister from here?! ”

Shang Ling looked at Mu Zhixi's position, the root touch of this tree was a lot more settled, but the branches and leaves were soft, and it was much more difficult to deal with than the root touch. "In this way," Shang Ling began, "you just stand here, it's best to attract its attention, remember to protect yourself, I'll go around there and save Mu Zhixi." ”

"Be careful!"

In the blink of an eye, Shang Ling had already circled in the direction of Mu Zhixi. Mu Jinggong looked around, then took out his silver needle and pierced it at the root of the tree spirit. Xu is Mu Jinggong is in the right place, and the tree spirit raises the branches and leaves, and is once again attracted by Mu Jinggong's attention. Shang Ling took the opportunity to grab the trunk of the tree and climbed the tree, and on Mu Jinggong's side, Xuan Zhuyi and Ouyang Ruolin had also arrived, so they followed Shang Ling's method to attract the attention of the tree spirit.

Xuan Zhuyi: "Ruolin, you go to the other side to attract its attention, so that Shang Ling's side can be more stable, and I will control it here." Stay safe! ”

"Well, don't worry, senior brother." Ouyang Ruolin picked up her sword and ran to the other side corresponding to Shang Lingzheng, saw Mu Zhixi's saber on the ground, picked it up and let the sword come out of its sheath, and plunged it straight into the root of the tree spirit. The roots and branches of the tree spirit danced wildly, and the merchant spirit was close to the trunk of the tree, and was almost thrown off. Ouyang Ruolin successfully attracted the attention of the tree spirit, and the tree spirit began to concentrate on dealing with Ouyang Ruolin. Xuan Zhuyi prepared a fixation spell and covered the tree spirit layer by layer. The body of the tree spirit was sealed by multiple layers, and it was impossible to move, but "breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat" seemed to be the best choice here at the moment. It clumped its ordinary rhizomes together, and with the force of opening, it broke free all of Xuan Zhuyi's seals, and nearly half of its own rhizomes were also broken. The strong tension caused everyone present to be shaken out. Ouyang Ruolin was caught by a woman in white who suddenly appeared after the shock, and Mu Zhixi's sword, which was inserted in the root of the tree spirit before, was also shocked out at this moment, flying straight towards Xuan Zhuyi's position, and another man in white appeared halfway to knock the sword away, and when it fell down, it was stuck straight on the ground. Shang Ling was about to reach out and grab Mu Zhixi, but he was directly shocked from the tree by this sudden change. The little red fox that had been on the side rushed towards Shang Ling's position like the wind. Shang Ling took off his hand, watching himself get farther and farther away from Mu Zhixi, and was thinking about whether he could grab something to save his life first, when he felt his body fall on a soft and fluffy thing. Looking back, the little red fox had become half the height of a tree, and it was huge, as if it had been made of ten thousand little foxes. The little fox jumped up, stretched out his paws and grabbed at the branches and leaves that bound Mu Zhixi, some of them were directly broken by it, and some of them were taken back, and Mu Zhixi suddenly fell down like that. As soon as the little fox turned around and rolled his tail with his tail, he caught Mu Zhixi as well. Shang Lingzheng was surprised by the change in this fox, so he was taken to Mu Jinggong and Xuan Zhuyi.

"Sister!" Mu Jinggong picked up Mu Zhixi and looked at Mu Zhixi, who had become weak due to being unable to move for a long time, with concern.

Shang Ling looked back at the little fox, who turned around and shouted at the tree spirit, and a terrible cry seemed to pass through the sky. The little fox arched his back, glared at the dryad, and flicked his tail straight over, entangled in the dryad's branches and leaves. Although the dryad was much larger than the little fox, it was not strong enough to resist it. Shang Ling found out that the little fox had nine tails, but he usually only wanted to be an ordinary little fox, and when it came to the critical time, he used his housekeeping skills. The dryad found that his strength could not resist it, so he stretched out one of his roots and drew it from the ground to the little fox, and the little fox stretched out his front paws and stepped on one of the roots, making it unable to move. Seeing this, the other roots rushed towards the little fox, and the little fox's tail slammed back, and everyone saw that the whole tree seemed to be about to break off the ground. The tree spirit had just cut off its own rhizome and needed to recuperate, but it didn't expect to meet the little fox, and after it couldn't resist it, it was gloriously uprooted by the little fox, and there was no room for resistance, so it fell to the ground horizontally. The root touches that stretched out also stopped moving when they left the ground, and shrank back to their original form on the spot. The little fox took all its tails back and merged them into one tail, shook his head and licked his paws, and changed into Shang Ling's appearance when he first saw him. It jumped in front of Shang Ling, screamed twice very obediently, rubbed its head against Shang Ling's leg, and ran away towards the unknown place.

"Hey!" Shang Ling was about to say something, looked up at the sky, and said to himself, "There is still an hour before dawn." ”