The ugly red-black plant roots slammed into Hong Mu's visual nerves, and he blurted out in amazement: "Wood Exercises, you are still cultivating Wood Spiritual Roots, what kind of monster are you, the total amount of all your spiritual power has long exceeded the limit that Qi Refining Cultivators can have!"

Now Du Rong is in pain all over his body and almost wants to fall apart, and he seems to exhaust his whole body's strength when he takes a breath, so he naturally has no heart to give the other party any answer.

Just indifferently watched the skills he had exerted gradually growing, and at this time, under Hong Mu's skin, he faintly saw wisps of plant roots of the same color gradually bulging under the skin, just like the meridian blood vessels on the surface of the human body were several times thicker, and Hong Mu's thick body looked very hideous.

On the contrary, Hong Mu, who was originally surprised, regained his composure, and didn't seem to take this strange wood-based spell that was about to erode his body in his eyes, and snorted coldly: "I have to admit that your spell is quite mysterious, but it is in vain to use it on me." ”

"Oh, what do you mean by that, but may it be taught. ”

Du Rong looked at him with a calm smile, and that calm appearance made him feel an indescribable sense of unease.

Eliminate the distractions in his heart, this thing that violates the principle of heaven and earth cannot happen, and he said confidently: "Wood one, Jin Kezhi." However, wood can make fire, and fire genus has a high restraint on wood genus. If your spell is planted on other spiritual root people, it will definitely be a lifeless situation, but your brain is not very easy to use, forgetting the fire system exercise I majored in, it seems that your brain was also burned before.

Hahaha, you're going to lose at my hands after all. That's it, it seems that your whole corpse can't be kept, and it's important for Lao Tzu to save his life. But it doesn't matter, Sister Gan is about to break the barrier, she specializes in charm and is quite accomplished in spiritual sense, as long as you still have a breath, she can still search for your soul and refine your soul. Now, you should taste the taste of fire burning to death!"

After finishing speaking, Hong Mu ran the exercises with all his might, and the previous flame torrent consumed most of his spiritual power, but the rest was more than enough for a small range of casting.

The blazing heat first started from his dantian area, and then the skin on his body began to turn red, and even a trace of fire overflowed from his pores. Du Rong was still pinned in front of him, and he felt that his whole body was like entering a fire cellar.

The devil's vine lurking in his body also met the natural nemesis as he said, and the bulging stems and whiskers were rapidly shrinking and dissipating, and even let out a wail like life.

Hong Mu cruelly watched the land melt in front of him, enjoying the pleasure of refining it into coke.

If nothing else, the result is almost undoubted. But this rare accident crashed into his arms as often as eating and drinking at this moment.

The burning time is not short, and the strange parasitic plants in the body have shrunk to a small range, and they will be able to refine them in a few moments.

But what surprised Hong Mu was that the body of the guy in front of him was still intact, and where the two limbs touched, there was still a slight feeling of coldness.

Du Rong, who had been silent for a while, spoke again: "Tsk, it's a pity." If this firepower on your body can still be as fierce as the spell just now, maybe I won't be able to hold it, and at the level of boiling frogs in warm water, who do you want to burn?"

Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, a strong sense of uneasiness hit Hong Mu's heart, and he always felt that the development of things was faintly beyond his imagination in any way.

The man whose body should have been burned to charcoal was still talking and mocking him at the moment, almost doubting that he was still holding on to a person but some kind of ghostly skin.

If he could really sustain the strength spell that had been accumulated for a long time before, he Hongmu would not be a Qi refining cultivator for a long time.

With a trembling voice, he asked, "What did you do, whether it was a human or a ghost?"

Hong Mu only felt that the cold man in front of him was so hot at the moment, if it weren't for the fact that there were still remnants of the roots of the devil vine in his body restricting his hands, he couldn't wait to throw the monster in front of him as far away as possible.

Du Rong's face was filled with that warm smile again, if he showed it to others, he would only feel like a spring breeze, but in Hong Mu's eyes, it was more like a demon's cruel smile.

"Of course I'm human, if it's a ghost, how can I still be restrained by you like this? If I do anything, I'll teach you another lesson in this cultivation system. You say that if I inject the energy of the water system into your body, what do you think will happen to this plant that is not yet dead?"

Du Rong said with a smile on his face, his expression was like a teacher who saw a smart child and saw a happy hunt.

Hearing this explanation, Hong Mu's face, which was originally flushed from releasing the fire system exercises, turned blue and white due to extreme nervousness.

However, he shook his head comfortingly, and said firmly: "Impossible, impossible, the total amount of spiritual power of one person is so much, and a person's dantian cannot gather four times the spiritual power of a monk of the same level, doing so will only explode and die!"

Hearing this, there was a sense of déjà vu, and Du Rong once again gave the people of this world an incomprehensible explanation: "Because, I don't use spiritual power at all." ”

His fingers pressed slowly against the wound he had left before, where there was still a wilted root of the plant, and the water magic continued to pour into it under the blue light.

Hong Mu's body, which was still releasing the spiritual power of surging fire, was directly muted, and under the fusion of water and fire, it kept steaming out dense water vapor, and even the nearby air became moist.

Under Hong Mu's frightened gaze, he saw that the wilted roots on his chest seemed to be re-injected with vitality and vitality, as if injected with a heart booster, and the red and black vines became active again.

The exposed part danced its roots merrily, and then realized that it was still parasitic on the body of a living being, and once again used its strength to erode the seemingly abundant blood food.

Without the scorching of fire and spiritual power, coupled with the water magic nourishment that melts like a perfect tonic soup for it. The erosion of the devil's vine was unhindered, spreading all the way to the limbs and bones of the parasite, frantically plundering the nutrients it needed, that is, the flesh and blood of the parasited.

Feeling the despair of being eaten away in his body, a man from Hong Mu, the boss, burst into tears in a blink of an eye, and cried out with a pleading: "Please...... Please, spare me, I ...... anything I can give it to you! I ...... I don't want to die......"

The arms that had been wrapped around him had been stretched straight apart after the encroachment of the devil's vine, and now his whole body was covered with thick rhizomes, and his mouth was also unable to speak because of the squeezing of the whiskers that spread to his neck, and he looked like a strange tree in the shape of a man from a distance.

In such a tragic situation, even the caster of Durong was horrified and had goosebumps all over his body.

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