When Mu Yan and Ricky woke up, they found themselves in a space with the main color of red, with a swirling sky overhead, and the distorted black and red clouds looked thick and deep, as if they were about to fall in the next second.

The reddish-brown earth beneath his feet was woven with vines, and through the gaps, you could see pus and blood flowing back and forth below.

There was nothing around, and the air was filled with a sweet and greasy smell that was disgusting.

"Mr. Scholar, where are we?" Ricky asked. There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Mu Yan was not far behind, and sneered at each other: "Mr. Ricky Martin, a great assassin with rich experience in adventure, I should ask you this kind of question. ”

"We're in the belly of that monster just now." Ricky was sure.

"Can you say something useful?"

"For example?"

"For example, how to get out, after all, we still have to save Amather, and the poor elf may be too late."

"I thought you forgot about him." Ricky pursed his lips and shook the sword of Sanya, trying to do something.

Mu Yan looked at his eagerness to try, and jumped aside with his ears covered.

"Are you going to blast again?"

"Nonsense." Ricky repeated his old trick, and the two swords were inserted into the ground like tofu, but the imaginary explosion did not happen, and there was no black and white energy flowing on the sword.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, but it also confirmed Mu Yan's guess.

He leaned down and patted the Tallinn on the shoulder.

"We are now conscious bodies, which means that these two swords are fake."

"How-"

Before Ricky could finish speaking, suddenly the mountain shook, vines flew, and the two of them were shaken and staggered, almost unable to stand on their feet.

Mu Yan quickly grabbed him, trying to gather the elements to make the two fly, but he couldn't, and the command he issued sank into the sea, and he couldn't feel the existence of the elements for the first time, just like an insulating person.

That's not right, even in the testing ground of the Wind Firmament, in the arena of Xia Mu's organization, even if he only has a mind, he can mobilize the elements.

At that moment, a heavenly voice came from the database.

"Rule simulation system (anomaly) detected, is it connected?"

Rule Simulation System? What is that?

Mu Yan didn't care so much, and hurriedly chose to connect.

After confirming the connection, he instantly entered the intelligent machine mode, and the crimson world in front of him turned black and white, lines and numbers poured down, and the world that hid countless secrets was extremely clear to his eyes.

At the same time, he also saw the huge eyes floating in the air.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes when he looked at him, as if he didn't understand why Mu Yan could see him.

But the strange thing is that Mu Yan at this time is not as cold as when he entered the wisdom machine mode before, except for the change of vision and the activity of thinking, all the seven emotions and six desires still exist.

"Hey?"

He still had time to wave at those strange eyes.

"No—mortal, how could you see me!"

The sound was deafening from all directions, and the Tallinn's excellent hearing almost shattered his eardrums.

"Why can't I see you?" Mu Yan grinned.

"Let me guess your name, should I call you Lord Ignos? Although it is a bit strange to call a tree like that. ”

He had this conjecture when he felt the mixed elements outside the wall, and unlike Imotru, who transformed the dead element into the surging element, the tree of death planted in the dark abyss had the opposite function. It was the only one, or rather, he could swallow thousands of El's magic energy like this, and although the energy provided by those demon cores was huge enough to support the operation of the entire Vadan City, it was still too little for such a gluttonous fellow.

Think about Imotru's size, although Ignos in front of him is not complete, it is enough to imagine his throughput.

This is also the reason why Berica was able to fish for souls from the River Styx, since Sherlock's actions confirmed that the Dead Elemental could be used as a waterproof cloak, then Ignos, who was rich in the Dead Element, was afraid that he could provide this woman with the elemental energy to build a waterproof fleet.

……

Mu Yan's words seemed to have an effect, and the eyes narrowed slightly, its eyelids were dry like tree bark, and there were brown veins on them.

Something that had been hidden in the air was revealed at this moment.

It was a tree, as old as Imotru, with a trunk woven of thick vines, but it was noticeably smaller, and it had a pair of eyes and a mouth on the trunk, and a heart on the outside.

The ground on which the two men stepped was woven from its thick root system, like the rugged golden earth within a radius of thousands of meters from Imotru, like the instep of a man's feet, connecting the legs to the torso upwards.

Ricky was dumbfounded, and he touched Mu Yan's thigh with his elbow.

"Don't tell me I made it."

"The military merit medal is half of yours."

As the two spoke, Ignos spoke.

"Mortal, what would you know about me?"

"This tree can talk!?" Ricky couldn't keep his mouth shut in surprise.

"Didn't you hear that?"

"But I didn't think it would speak with its mouth!"

"And what do you think his mouth is for?"

"Eat?"

Mu Yan was a little speechless.

“…… No wonder Uno calls you uncle. ”

Ignos was gorgeously ignored by the two, he was furious, and the vines were trembling, like a beard trembling with anger.

"Answer me! Mortal! ”

Ricky tugged at Mu Yan's pants.

"The tree looked like it was angry...... What to do, is he asking you or me? ”

Mu Yan felt that he couldn't be poor any longer, so he stepped forward and said, "Your Excellency Ignos, why did you appear outside the dark abyss, can the tree be able to move freely this year?" ”

"It's a cage!" Ignos seemed to recall something bad, and fear and disgust flashed across his face.

"Tell me everything you know, mortal. None of them know me, but you're different......"

"Sure enough, it's you, why don't you give me half of it......" Ricky muttered quietly, his grumbling being heard by the tree, and the flying vines whipped like whips, as if to give the Tallinns a little color.

Ricky didn't dodge either, the black and white sword dance was impenetrable, and the vines that attacked him were cut down one after another.

"That's my baby!! You damned thieves! ”

Ignos shouted, and Ricky, thinking he was talking about the vines, picked up a few clusters and threw them back at him.

"Give it back, talking tree."

Fragments of vines stumbled into Ignos's face, and many of them were thrown into the mouth of the Tallinns. This act was tantamount to smashing someone in the face with leftover melon seeds and peanut shells, and Ignos felt that he had been insulted.

Both physical and psychological.

It was clear that he was not referring to these, but to the sword in Ricky's hand.

The angry ancient tree rolled up the vines around it, and the ground was as turbulent as a sea of rolling vines in an instant, and the people of Tallinn knew that they were in trouble, and they were trying to escape by grabbing Mu Yan, perhaps it would be more appropriate to say "surfing". But he found that Mu Yan was motionless, with a harmless smile on his face.

Well, the appearance of this smile usually means that someone is going to suffer.

Sure enough, Mu Yan suddenly stretched out his hand and spread out a pitch-black ancient scroll, with a deep dark light on the front, which looked very mysterious, inconsistent with the painting style of this tyrannical space, but the ancient atmosphere exuded was the same.

After all, it was taken from the latter, just as Lancelot's wooden sword came from Imotru.

As soon as Cantusha came out, the originally choppy vine sea instantly quieted down, and Ignos seemed to be choked by the throat, unable to even speak.

"It doesn't matter who I am." Mu Yan said: "It is enough for you to know that you are not born to kill. ”