The next morning, Merso, Caihui, and Xiaolan looked at a note left by Lan Jue with tears and laughter.

Xiaolan became irritable first, "What? Did she wake up last night and run away with Honglian directly?

Caihui said, "First of all, pay attention to your wording. Don't say as if the master eloped with Red Lotus. The letter said that it was to go to distract oneself, and by the way, go to the Qiyao Ocean to collect some energy. She said, let's use the magic circle to cultivate the flesh first, and she will be back in a few days. ”

"It's just nonsense! What if it's in danger! Is it really okay for her to be in a half-dead state, and the rampaging fire god who is just a little bit of a rage!"

"She said that if there was any trouble, she would summon us with magic. ...... Still, well, really dashing and a little overdone host. But I don't think it's too much of a problem. Let's hurry up and cultivate. Being able to cultivate her body before she comes back is the top priority. Caihui turned his head and saw that Meersel was still thoughtful, and said, "Your strange idea will be put aside for the time being, anyway, everything will not be tested until you have cultivated into the flesh." ”

There was nothing wrong with the practice for a period of time, and everything went on normally. Meursault had been swirling around some of the ideas about gemstones.

Half a month later, in the evening, after withdrawing from the formation, Meurso was about to go back, when he suddenly heard a scream from the depths of the forest, and flew away in the direction from which the sound came.

From the invisible forest here, a strong demonic aura floated over.

Meursault felt a chill run up his spine, his hairs stood upside down, and the sound of his heartbeat echoed heavily in his ears.

From a distance, two people were seen confronting a huge black shadow, one of them holding a rosary wrapped around his hand in his left hand, and the other holding a knife.

Meursault heard the man's teeth rattle and his voice trembled, and asked the person next to him, "My lord, is this ...... Is this really a mid-level Warcraft? Why does it look so ......?"

The man with the rosary in his hand snapped, "Don't be intimidated by its appearance! it's just big and flashy! It ......" Before he could finish speaking, the man holding the knife beside him let out a scream, and he had been hit by the big man in front of him, but he couldn't see how the monster attacked.

Meursault looked in that direction and couldn't help but gasp.

A large mass of slimy slime was slowly wriggling, not some black mass falling from it. The mass of slime seemed to be looking for something, stretching and shrinking on the ground. I couldn't tell what it was, but I could tell that it was looking around and sticking out its equally sticky tentacles, as if it were recognizing the road by its senses.

One of several huge tentacles suddenly writhed violently. I don't know if I have already found the target, the sticky thing stopped moving, and after a while, the target was finally determined, and a large mass of something suddenly deformed, and the whole mass of slime turned into a net, pressing down from above, trying to swallow the person holding the rosary in one gulp.

The person holding the rosary seemed to be trembling with fear, but he still held on, raised his hand to seal it, and shouted, "Warcraft, suffer death!"

Meursault hasn't moved yet. He hasn't found a reason to make a move.

Two familiar breaths hit behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Caihui and Xiaolan coming.

"What's going on over here?" Caihui asked, looking over there.

The gooey mass was still deforming, pulling itself thinner and bigger, almost forcing the person with the rosary to no avail. The man moved away a little, trying to bounce the sticky mass back with some kind of spell.

Caihui couldn't help but be stunned, and then he was about to step forward to help, "Oh no, if it goes on like this, that person will be eaten!"

Caihui was about to rush out without thinking, but Meersel stopped him, "Wait." If you rush out now, just in time for that person to cast a spell, if your Yuan Shen is directly hit, this time will be in vain. ”

Caihui raised her eyebrows, "Then you can't see death without help!"

Meurso was very calm, and he didn't mean to make a move at all, "That person will not die or not. He seems to be an onmyoji, and we are just three disembodied primordial gods, and in his opinion, if it doesn't work, it's an evil ghost. In turn, he may be hunted down and killed. ”

Such a sentence made Caihui suddenly understand the current situation. He gasped and stood still, clenched his fists, looking at the man who was being attacked by an unknown monster.

The person holding the rosary in his hand looked very bad at kung fu. After reciting a long incantation, it didn't seem to have any effect, so he drew another knife and swung it vigorously. But it seems that the sword has no effect on the soft monster. I saw that the mass stretched out its slimy tentacles, and easily snatched the knife over, and the blade that looked very sharp was there, and in an instant it was wrapped in slime, and it melted so that even the handle of the knife was gone.

Xiaolan leaned against the tree, and also had a lively expression, "Is this guy also worthy of being called an onmyoji?" Lan Jue is too embarrassed to be called an onmyoji with this kind of goods. ”

The man held the charm in his hand, made the seal, and recited the mantra with all his might. But the sticky monster was still approaching, and the huge swagger that opened as if it had opened a bloody mouth, obscured the man's ineffective spell from being completely inaudible.

"No! I can't stand it!" Caihui frowned, and before Murso could react, he bypassed him and rushed out.

Xiaolan looked at Caihui's back speechlessly, and sighed, "Where did the eldest brother come from!"

Over there, the half-tone Onmyoji was reciting the mantra, but he was grabbed by the tentacles stretched out by the sticky monster, and when the tentacles were pulled, his whole body lost his balance, and the beads in his hands were also torn off, and the prayer beads rolled to the ground. The weak mana didn't work, but now that even the last magic weapon was broken, the man's face began to turn blue, and he probably realized that his life was in danger.

When this kind of small life is in danger, it is estimated that everyone will have a prayer in their heads, such as "It would be nice if I was as good as XXX". For the onmyoji, there are naturally top onmyoji who become the object of their prayers.

Since there is such a thing as a spirit of words, the name of that top onmyoji should also start to work. Shouting this name loudly, if you don't do it, you can trigger the spirit of speech, and something will come out of thin air and kill yourself?

So, the man who was facing a desperate situation—let's call him an Onmyoji—suddenly shouted in despair, "Lord Lanjue!

At this moment, a green figure flew in, and at the same time, a gentle and firm voice recited the mantra, "The sun and the moon are dazzling, the grass and trees are green, the clouds are deep and traceless, and they are forever extinct." The Art of the Sword Forest!"

The sharp mantra flashed, and the Mu Yao element, which had infinite proliferation ability, exploded in an instant. Dense wooden thorns as dense as locusts fell from the sky, and in an instant, the slime was firmly nailed to the ground.

The gooey thing sizzled and smoked as it began to shake its head and tail as it tried to get rid of the wooden thorns.

The onmyoji, who had been saved his life, looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him in a daze. Or ghosts. This transparent outline of human nature has much stronger spiritual power than himself, and it suddenly appeared after he shouted the name of Lan Jue. Sure enough, did the words work? The half-tone Onmyoji couldn't help but be moved to tears.