Chapter 299: Devouring

The black figure stood in the dead village, only the still flying fire was his background, only the night of silent watching the battle was his background, the whole village, there was no longer a living thing, and those branches had sucked up all the animals by the way after devouring all the people. This dark shadow, like the devil in hell, brings endless pain here.

The black voice gradually raised its head, and under the hood of the black robe, a terrifying face emerged. If you only see this face, you will even think that it is a wood carving in the shape of a human face.

There was no blood on this face, only the deep brown of the weathered old tree, and there were many deep grooves on the face, like cracks on the surface of the trunk, and in the darkness of the hood, it was vaguely seen that there was no hair on the back of the head, but instead there were countless tiny branches, which had no leaves on them, but were covered with spikes, like miniature versions of the branches that had previously protruded from under the robe.

The only place that can prove that this is still a human face is the eyes with bloodthirsty and crazy ears, and when you gaze into those eyes, you can see even the unquenchable flames of hell in the deepest part of his eyes, and even hear the wails of endless pain. That is, the devil's eyes.

At this time, a monk seemed to see the situation here from a distance, and then rushed over as fast as possible, originally this black figure could not find this monk at such a distance, but the problem was that this monk seemed to think that there was an accidental fire incident at this time, and began to use exercises to transmit the sound from a long distance, the purpose was to appease these villagers and make them wait for rescue, but now this has become his biggest mistake, completely exposing himself to the enemy's field of vision.

"Hehe, I'm really lucky today, not only did I eat so much fresh flesh and blood, but I also had a big meal delivered to my door in a hurry, and my cultivation can grow a little more. The black figure stuck out its blood-red tongue and greedily licked its own cracked lips like tree bark.

This monk who rushed here should only be a cultivator of the Lingyun Realm, and he did not fly, but ran directly in the woods, and the aura emanating from this strange black figure was much more terrifying than that of a monk in the early stage of entering the Holy Realm, this monk was like an ignorant and fearless little flying insect, flying towards the hunting web woven by a spider in advance, and the spider's mucus had already been secreted and waiting.

The dark shadow did not choose to stand in place and meet the monk head-on, but in a strange way, he directly merged into the ground, not into the ground, but into the ground. The supernatural power of the retreat only requires the monk to be able to control the earth element, and then cultivate to a higher level than the Lingyun Realm to be able to do it, but this black shadow does not escape into the ground, but seems to be one with the land, and now it is integrated back into the land.

This monk was wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Xuanyun Sect, with auspicious clouds painted on the cuffs of his white clothes, and the gilded emblem of the Xuanyun Sect on his chest. The monk's face was full of anxiety, in fact, in the eyes of many people, ordinary people were just animals slightly more upscale than animals, and they were not qualified to be compared with high-ranking monks at all. Obviously, the monk had a completely different idea.

Although there was darkness all around, for a monk in the Lingyun Realm, darkness could not stop his perception of his surroundings, and with the support of other senses and Yuan Qi perception, this monk could still walk through the forest at a very fast speed.

Suddenly, the monk was tripped up all of a sudden, because he didn't have any mental preparation before, and his speed was still very fast, the whole person slapped on the ground fiercely, and his whole face arched directly into the ground, the monk struggled to pull his head out of the ground, and subconsciously shook his head, shaking most of the dirt off his head, but fortunately his reaction was not bad, and he closed his mouth firmly, so that he didn't eat the mouth full of soil.

The monk felt very strange, in his own perception, the vine that tripped him was obviously close to the ground, and he had slightly raised his feet in order to cross this vine, how could this be. The monk didn't figure it out for a moment, but he wasn't in a hurry, and it wasn't too late to wait until he got up to study it.

The monk was about to support himself with his hands, when he suddenly found that his hands could not move, not only his hands, but also his legs and body. The monk turned his head to see that his hands and feet were tightly wrapped around unknown vines that restricted the movement of his limbs and torso. This monk struggled to break free, and with the strength of his Lingyun Realm, he couldn't even break free from the shackles of these vines.

After all, this monk is an elite disciple of the Xuanyun Sect, in the face of such a strange thing, he did not lose his calm, but reacted quickly, the vitality in his body surged to the limbs at the fastest speed, and the flames aroused by the vitality burned on the monk's limbs, although he didn't know what these vines were, but as long as it was a plant, he would be afraid of the flames, and it was not too late to use the flames to get himself out of trouble before studying.

The flames dispelled the darkness around him, but the vines that were wrapped around the monk did not burn as he had imagined, and they did not even weaken the strength of the vines, but instead wrapped his limbs tighter. And there were many small sharp spines piercing his body.

A frightened expression suddenly appeared on the monk's face. The pain caused by the tight binding of the vines and the thin thorns piercing into his body was not the culprit that frightened the monk, what frightened him was that these fine thorns were constantly sucking the blood in his body, not only the blood was sucked by these fine thorns, but the vitality in his body was also sucked at a very fast speed.

The monk visibly felt that he was losing strength every moment, that he was weakening at a rapid pace. The monk no longer had any reservations, and took the opportunity to mobilize all his vitality and turn it into flames to scorch the vines on his body, to his despair, these vines were still as unmoved as before, and because of the vitality in his body, he was sucked more vitality by the vines, and he fell into a faster weakening.