Chapter Ninety-Seven: Purple Bamboo Spirit Strikes!

Before, Lin Luo saw that Feng was a little defeated by the totem warrior, so he rushed over to help him kill the other party.

And with Yifeng's current injury, if he continues to fight, I am afraid that he will not last long and die tragically under the enemy's butcher's knife.

In fact, not only Feng, but also the other fighters around him were in a very bad situation.

Because of the influence of the powerful aura of the saber-toothed tiger, even though they are much larger than the tiger tribe, they still have no advantage.

At this moment, many people are injured, and they are all in a bitter battle.

It seems that the key to this battle is the guardian spirit of the Tiger Tribe!

Looking at the battle situation at this moment, Lin Luo immediately turned his head and looked in the direction of the saber-toothed tiger.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the huge body of the Red Fox Spirit flew out sideways, breaking a large piece of thick giant bamboo.

After struggling to get up from the ground, the red fox spirit suddenly coughed violently twice, and a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth.

"Spirit!"

The fox chief's eyes were red and he immediately screamed.

Lin Luo, who also saw this scene, suddenly sank in his heart.

At this moment, the situation of the red fox spirit is also not good, and his body is covered with saber-toothed tiger claw marks.

At the location of its abdomen, it was even torn off a piece of flesh by the saber-toothed tiger, which looked bloody and extremely badly injured.

Obviously, relying only on the Red Fox Spirit to deal with the saber-toothed tiger has no chance of winning at all.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a rumbling sound came from the top of Zhushan.

Is Spirit going to actually make a move?

Hearing this voice, Lin Luo immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the top of the mountain.

I saw that on the top of the mountain, with a rumbling sound, a purple bamboo rose from the ground, growing rapidly at a terrifying speed.

In just a few breaths, the purple bamboo spirit, which was originally only seven or eight centimeters thick, grew into a towering giant bamboo with a diameter of three meters.

Previously, Lin Luo had seen a news item on the Internet.

The content is that moso bamboo is the fastest growing plant in the world, and it only takes one and a half months to grow from a bamboo shoot to a 20-meter-tall adult bamboo.

The terrifying growth rate of moso bamboo is actually because its real growth cycle is as long as five years.

But for the first five years, it grew in the way it took root underground, so it wasn't easy to notice.

After five years of continuous rooting, a bamboo shoot that has not yet emerged from the ground can spread its root system all over the surrounding area of 10 meters, and it can be nearly 5 meters deep into the ground.

By the time the rainy season arrives in the sixth year, it has a well-developed root system underground, and it can monopolize all the water and nutrients around it for its own growth.

It is precisely because of this that it has such a terrifying growth rate.

At this moment, looking at the incredible growth rate of Zizhu Ling, Lin Luo felt that it should also use a similar growth method to Moso Bamboo.

After all, the root system of the purple bamboo spirit in the ground is all over the front mountain of the entire bamboo mountain!

And the rapid growth of the purple bamboo spirit also attracted many eyes on the battlefield, and they all looked up at the towering giant bamboo on the top of the mountain with astonishment.

"Zizhu, do you still have to do a dying struggle?"

The saber-toothed tiger also looked up at the purple bamboo spirit on the top of the mountain, and roared with a fierce look in his eyes.

"It's not certain who wins and who loses. ”

The sound of the vicissitudes of the purple bamboo spirit came down from the mountain.

After speaking, he gently shook the huge purple bamboo pole.

Suddenly, tiny drops of water continue to fall from the bamboo leaves on the top of the bamboo pole.

Suddenly, Lin Luo felt a chill on his forehead, and a drop of water fell on his forehead silently.

"It's raining?"

The next moment, Feng's puzzled voice sounded.

"It's an ichor!"

Lin Luo said to him a little speechlessly.

At such a critical moment related to the survival of the tribe, how could Zizhu Ling be so bored that it rained to cheer up.

As Lin Luo spoke, Feng was already grinning.

Because he had already felt that as the droplets of water continued to fall onto his skin and seep into his body, his injuries were also recovering rapidly.

Sensing this, Feng immediately raised the weapon in his hand and rushed towards the totem warriors of the Tiger Tribe again.

With the constant healing of the spiritual fluid, he has no worries at the moment.

Not only him, but the other totem warriors of the surrounding bamboo and fox tribes were all smiling excitedly.

The spiritual liquid that continued to be sprinkled like a drizzle quickly healed everyone's injuries, including the Red Fox Spirit, who was also seriously injured.

This is like blessing a healing buff for everyone, so that everyone's combat power is suddenly doubled.

Unlike beast spirits, plant spirits are mostly supportive.

Therefore, the true attack method of the purple bamboo spirit is to use its own spiritual fluid to indirectly enhance the combat effectiveness of the totem warriors.

At the same time, Lin Luo also discovered that although the spiritual liquid also dripped on the body of the Tiger Tribe warrior.

But it didn't penetrate their bodies to help them recover from their injuries.

Thinking that the Red Fox Spirit had just arrived at the tribe, he immediately went up the mountain to meet the Purple Bamboo Spirit, and only came down from the mountain belatedly after the battle began.

Lin Luo guessed that the purple bamboo spirit must have used some method to make the spiritual liquid only work on the totem warriors of the two tribes of bamboo and fox.

"You're looking for death!"

Looking at the falling spiritual fluid, the saber-toothed tiger roared angrily and immediately ran towards the mountain.

Obviously, it wants to kill Zizhu, the "wet nurse", first.

"Whew!"

Seeing the saber-toothed tiger's movements, the red fox spirit immediately screamed and ran to stop it.

Seeing this scene, Lin Luo also immediately ran towards the mountain.

The only way for them to win this battle was to kill the spirit of the Tiger Tribe, otherwise it would be impossible to win.

The speed of the barbarian beast was very fast, and the Red Fox Spirit couldn't stop it at all, and Lin Luo was even more behind.

Soon, the saber-toothed tiger came to the sacrificial square at the top of the mountain.

Looking at the stout Purple Bamboo Spirit not far away, the saber-toothed tiger's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and he rushed towards the Purple Bamboo Spirit.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack......

At the same time as the saber-toothed tiger rushed towards the purple bamboo spirit, the sound of stones cracking suddenly sounded.

Around the purple bamboo spirit, huge bamboo shoots instantly pierced the flat stone slabs laid on the ground and burst out of the ground.

"Roar!"

Looking at the bamboo shoots blocking the way, the saber-toothed tiger roared and raised its claws directly to slap at it.

"Poof!"

Under the huge power of the saber-toothed tiger, the huge bamboo shoots were suddenly slapped in all directions, and they were quickly cleared out of a way.

"Die!"

This time, looking at the purple bamboo spirit in front of him, the saber-toothed tiger raised its tiger claws and slapped it fiercely towards the bamboo pole of the purple bamboo spirit.

"Huh~!"

The sharp claws of the saber-toothed tiger slashed across the bamboo pole of Zizhu Ling, and suddenly there was a sound like metal rubbing, which made people feel sour.