In the silence of the jungle, Ilan was still running around, this dark jungle was so large that it seemed to be endless.

The land under the golden sunlight seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and the tall and towering rattans hung down from among the leaves, as if it was a naturally generated curtain between heaven and earth, covering the beautiful face of the girl.

As the sky gradually shifted, the orange-red sun slowly faded, and a bright moon rose in the west.

The jungle shrouded in silver-white moonlight is also real and illusory, as if shrouded in a light veil, revealing a strange appearance.

The leaves rustled, and an inexplicable aura swirled through the jungle, as if an ancient beast was about to awaken.

The ground was constantly wriggling, and the whole jungle seemed to be a huge gluttonous mouth.

Ilan finally stopped. He stopped to observe, fine beads of sweat covering his forehead. Even the cold could not extinguish the burning in his chest.

"It's a weird world." Even Ilan's strong body was exhausted after running around for a long time, and had to rest under the big tree.

The strange aura came from all directions, and the feeling of oppression touched his skin, although he could not feel the whole world through his divine sense. However, Ilan's mental power was still strong, he looked at the trees and weeds around him vigilantly, carefully clearing his thoughts, and he even had a sense of crisis that he wanted to use the Eye of the World to snoop.

It's an intuition that comes from a long fight.

However, he has never been able to use this skill, because it is too late, or it is no longer needed, and this hidden powerful life has already begun to attack him.

What a monster is this?

It turned out that the entire jungle was attacking him, trying to devour Ilan.

He was now in the belly of a monster, imprisoned.

A gray cobweb-like shadow swept over the sky.

They are long vines, crazy like the brachiopods of an octopus. Thousands of vine ropes combined to weave a fine net of heaven and earth, to bind Ilan tightly in the center and become its accompaniment.

What a huge life, a monster.

This is a special kind of life called a Blood Tree Spirit.

Commonly known as the man-eating tree.

It can rely on a strong root system to absorb the blood of the earth and promote growth. At the same time, they can also use their thick branches and leaves to devour all flesh and blood, turning them into their own fast-growing food.

Although their speed is not fast, they are enough to be kings in their own domain, and even the strong sub-gods can only flee from the wind.

Because they will create a kind of oppression in the jungle, whether it is magic or skill, there will be a kind of crampedness like a trap.

Ilan wanted to release fire-based magic, but unfortunately, his already very small spiritual power couldn't mobilize much fire element, let alone activate magic.

Tiny fireball spells. Before it was successfully gathered, it had already been reduced to nothing under this earth-shattering suppression.

"Damn it, is this the Forbidden Demon Realm?" Ilan is a little cramped, this is really a house leak that happened to rain overnight, his strength has been suppressed, he can't exert his full strength, and now he has suppressed his magic skills, isn't this going to be caught in the urn?

Ilan's spiritual power constantly gathers the magical energy of the surrounding departments.

Whether it's ice, water, wind, or earth. Even the sharpest thunder and lightning in nature, everything is almost frozen. Even if he tried his best, it was just like a child's toy, not powerful at all.

Dark clouds swept in.

Naturally, Ilan doesn't sit still, he can't use magic, he also has assassination skills and ShadowClan talents.

However, he was also shocked by the behemoth in front of him. This is a species that resembles a dryad.

They don't have much sanity, but they can evolve to become powerful beings by sucking on other life, and this species has a peculiar routine, they are diurnal and nocturnal like some nocturnal creatures.

During the day they are as tame as lambs. Standing still, they are real trees and jungles, but at night, when the moonlight falls on their treetops, these strange plants transform into the most powerful and men-eating trees, the Killer Lords, greedily devouring all the flesh they can devour, except for the weaker animals, which are the bait they release.

Ilan kept waving the snaketooth dagger in his hand, which was almost an artifact, however, it could only make the few rattans dry up and die, and the next moment more rattan locks would be ushered in again.

Their vitality is extremely strong, and they are almost difficult to kill when they are adults.

Or maybe because of their huge size.

Even if you kill it thousands of rattans, those are just pieces of carapace and fragments on his body, and they can't do anything to the point where they will break his bones.

It can be said that there is no way to kill with one blow, then it is an immortal existence.

And if Elan wants to kill it, he can only find its core.

However, the man-eating tree's body is so vast that you can't find out if its key point is in the air, or if it is hundreds or even thousands or tens of thousands of feet deep underground.

The territory of a man-eating tree is a terrible jungle.

A group of man-eating trees is enough to shade the sky.

It's just one of these full-grown man-eating trees that Ilan is now encountering.

It's like a little ant fighting an adult giant, and it's all in vain.

The vine ropes in the sky are their sharpest weapons, and their heavy restraints can keep any life and powerful monsters hidden.

Old or young faces appeared on the thick trunks of the trees, huge mouths, and black holes staring at him, the strange and strange shapes of these faces were not the same, all kinds of skin colors, all races, and even some of the faces of demonic beasts, they sucked towards Ilan together, the fishy wind came to the face, and the powerful power came directly to suppress it.

If Yilan was only an eighth-level professional, he might even be suppressed under the pressure of this sudden incoming, fortunately, although his divine sense and sea of knowledge were suppressed, so that his strength could not be exerted, but his divine soul was a real sub-god peak, and even had the hope of being promoted to a god.

It is impossible for such a powerful soul to be overwhelmed by this almost sub-divine momentum.

So this first wave of spiritual coercion is a good deal for him, like a fresh breeze, the wind is light, so he doesn't care, all he cares about is how to avoid these so many branches and vines, how not to be locked in a corner, let this cannibal tree knock out the bones and marrow.

Dodging, obviously, is impossible, because everywhere there are rattans, everywhere there are traps.

Magic has proven its failure.

And although the snake teeth in his hand have an effect, they can't take care of it all.

This is a master of trapping the enemy, once besieged, no matter how many means you have, it will be difficult to use it.

"Obediently, I didn't expect this jungle to be a wise monster, and I don't know what race it is. It's terrifying. ”

The black-pressed vine rope stirred, and Ilan felt as if she had been swallowed by a giant tree. Bound him and then digested and devoured.

He was feeling a little hopeless. (To be continued.) )