The tree is nearly two hundred meters high, the whole body is golden and radiating a holy light, the thick trunk that needs to be surrounded by dozens of people, full of ugly tree nodules, and the golden vines twist and circle, like a terrifying giant python wrapped around the trunk, overlooking the ground, one by one. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ。。。。 Stacks of fleshy stuff.

A mountain of corpses!

At the base of the tree were densely packed corpses, intact with golden vines planted in the back of the head, and fished up as if they had come out of the tree; And more stumps and broken arms, and the mutilations of the separation of corpses are scattered all over the place, which is shocking.

Countless tendrils the thickness of little fingers hung down, corresponding to the mutilated corpses on the ground, each of which was tightly wrapped in countless tendrils, dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Feng Seventeen subconsciously swallowed and spit, and the excitement and greed just now disappeared, leaving only the creeps.

He saw that countless golden tendrils seemed to breathe, making a slight whirring sound, and there was even a bubbling liquid inside.

"Blood, eating blood!" A chill suddenly appeared on Feng Seventeen's back, and his pupils suddenly contracted into pinpoint tips.

The big tree let out a baby-like dream sound, the sound was unusually slight, but it made Feng Seventeen feel like a frightened rabbit, and an indescribable fear rose from the depths of his soul, and instantly swept every cell in his body.

Shudder!

Tremble deeply!

Feng Seventeen's complexion changed drastically, his hands and feet were cold, and his scalp seemed to be directly lifted off by a chill, and he was extremely numb, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress the irrepressible fear in his heart.

"Alive, what the hell is this。。。。。 Run, run. ”

The heart was pounding, and the instincts of the creatures resonated so strongly in every cell in Feng XVII's body that they reached a hysterical exclamation, making the same sound—escape!

Suddenly, a purple green light fell into Feng Seventeen's afterglow.

It was a palm-sized glass bottle, emitting a faint purple light, gently held by a golden vine, slowly floating in the air from the southeast corner.

In the purple light, a drop of liquid dripped down the mouth of the bottle, silently seeping into the roots of the tree.

Every time liquid drips from the air, the tree makes a baby-like sound, and if you listen closely, it seems to be full of intoxicating emotions.

In the purple halo, the appearance of the bottle looked extremely ordinary, but Feng Seventeen's eyes were like wolves, staring at the bottle deadly.

He breathed deeply, trying to control his fear, and his brain began to work rapidly.

The biggest difference between humans and animals is intelligence, and their behavior does not follow their instincts completely, but depends more on their own thinking and intelligence.

Just like now!

The instinct of his body told Feng Seventeen that he should turn his head and run away without the slightest stop, but the reason that gradually calmed down told Feng Seventeen that he might be able to do something.

"This bottle is an absolute treasure... Feng Seventeen stood stiffly in place, the expression on his face constantly changing and distorting.

"That's right, I can take it, just one breath, one breath, no problem." A fierce color flashed in Feng Seventeen's eyes, and even his breath was filled with a fiery taste.

Reason and greed finally overwhelmed instinct and fear, is this the luck of Feng Seventeen? Or is it unfortunate?

"One breath!" Feng Seventeen said to himself in a cold voice, he took away his breath, and a phantom snake quietly floated behind him and gradually devoured himself, and the whole person seemed to have really turned into a phantom, at the junction of illusion and reality.

The blood on his face had all faded, and dripping sweat was oozing from his eyebrows, obviously, maintaining this state was also an extremely difficult thing for Feng Seventeen.

"Tianyu doesn't take it, but suffers the blame!" Finally, he said to himself in his heart: "One breath, enough, this is my chance to seal the seventeenth!" “

The phantom flickered in the air, fluttering over the mountain of corpses, silent and ghostly, appearing in a purple halo in an instant.

Three fingers together clasped together, pinched the mouth of the bottle, and jerked his hand!

The action was done in one go, as fast as lightning, the phantom did not stop, flashed again, appeared in the position just now, turned his head and ran wildly, and the time just took one breath!

It doesn't take much effort to get it!

Feng Seventeen was ecstatic in his heart, but he didn't dare to stay at all, and rushed back to the original path as fast as he could, because the instinct of his body told him that an extremely oppressive aura was brewing in the air, as if there was a sleeping monster waking up at a rapid pace.

Swish!

Feng Seventeen passed through a blade, a few drops of blood dripped again, his eyelids were beating wildly, and there was a feeling of impending disaster, which made him grit his teeth hard, and spit out a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and his speed was three points faster.

Behind him, a heavy smell of blood was approaching, and there was a hissing sound in the air, Feng Seventeen stomped his feet, his body was raised, and he jumped out along the way down.

He jumped out of the pit, his figure flashed, and he turned his head to look back, and a hideous grimace appeared in his field of vision, and behind the grimace was a golden vine.

Feng Qiqi's heart jumped fiercely, the cold hair on his body was like a fried cat's roots standing upright, and he jumped under his feet and rushed out of the ruins.

He was so fast that he grabbed a few men who had just been caught off guard and had just touched them from above, and threw them behind him like a sandbag.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Feng Seventeen's mouth again, and the phantom was even more blurred, and he jumped in the air, like a snake shadow, and went directly out of the Guangcheng Ancient Relic along the rock wall.

Outside the ruins, the golden vine giant gate was shaking slightly, and an elite disciple of the Demon Cloud Sect looked at Feng Seventeen, who was running wildly with a shocked face, and was just about to open his mouth.

Feng Seventeen made a mistake and hurriedly swept away.

There was a terrible howl behind him, and the voice was terrible to the extreme.

The faces of the dozens of disciples of the Demon Cloud Sect who were nearby changed and they let out a loud shout, followed by chaos and miserable howls.

Feng Seventeen took advantage of his efforts to run left and right in the crowd, flying out of the crowd for hundreds of miles, and no longer saw the bloody battlefield, and the lingering sense of horror in his heart began to fade.

"That face is Zhang Lang!"

Feng Qiqi frowned and licked his dry mouth, he was sure that he would not be mistaken.

"Is it controlled?" A thought flashed through Feng Seventeen's mind, and then he didn't think about it anymore, but took out the treasure bottle from his arms and laughed proudly.

After a long time, he pulled his fingers in the air and flung the treasure bottle upward, and an illusory snake shadow swallowed the treasure bottle and disappeared without a trace.

In the air, there is no more breath of a treasure bottle!

"Huh!"

With a chuckle, a phantom streamer swept through the air, speeding away in the direction of the Demon Cloud Sect, the red glow in the sky became more and more vivid, and the expression on Feng Seventeen's face returned to normal, and he muttered to himself, "Is this a fire?" ”