The sound of a small key opening the door began to be heard at the security lock.

Lin Sheng looked left and right, hurriedly moved the coffee table in the living room, and pressed it against the security door.

Squeak.

Suddenly, there was a strange noise in the study.

Lin Sheng's heart sank, and he rushed to the door of the study with a sword in both hands.

The window of the study was ajar.

Black rolled outside the crack in the window, and something seemed to shatter at the sound of the rope, and occasionally rubbed against the window glass.

Lin Sheng hurriedly rushed over and looked out of the window.

In the rolling black mist, under the window, a tentacle like the thickness of an arm's root was gliding rapidly past the window.

The tentacles of the roots of the tree are transparent, and some kind of eerie silvery slime can be seen swaying inside.

Boom!!

The security door in the living room suddenly made a loud noise, and the security door bulged into a terrifying twist.

Boom!!

Another second impact.

Lin Sheng felt as if the whole house was trembling.

He clenched his black sword and was about to activate the Holy Blood Burning Hard Bar.

Sou!!

Suddenly, a transparent tree root flew from the window behind him.

The roots of the tree wrapped around his waist, and the force was so great that it was irresistible that swept in, and he flew out of the window.

Just flew out of the window.

Lin Sheng instinctively slashed at the root of the tree with his sword, but a large black mist around him surged wildly, instantly drowning him.

Poof!

The black sword seemed to cut something.

Lin Sheng felt his body empty and fell down.

In the darkness, he couldn't see anything,

Massive black mist rushed towards him frantically, constantly trying to penetrate through his nostrils, ears, and mouth.

In a trance, a faint layer of red light spread from Lin Sheng's body.

The red light barely blocked the surrounding black fog, but it looked extremely thin, and it seemed that it would not last long before it collapsed.

Lin Sheng struggled to curl up, feeling himself falling all the time.

He could see above him, the house glowing with a soft red glow, speeding away from him. Farther and farther away, farther and farther away.

He immediately recognized that it was the home where he had lived.

That's where he fell out.

The house slowly disappeared into the black fog and was no longer visible.

Time seems to have lost its meaning at this point.

Lin Sheng kept falling down, and he held the black sword in his hand tightly, which was the only thing he could rely on now.

Sou!

Suddenly, another transparent tendril, flowing silver liquid from the inside, was rapidly retracting in a certain direction.

Lin Sheng was caught off guard, and was once again entangled by the roots, wrapped around his waist, and shot quickly in a certain direction.

Call....

The wind whistled in his ears.

Lin Sheng had never experienced such a wonderful feeling.

He was tightly bound by the roots of the tree, and his whole person was rushing through the black fog at an unimaginable speed.

This time he didn't swing his sword to cut off the roots, and his instincts told him that if he allowed himself to keep falling, something terrible might happen.

So this time, Lin Sheng settled down and let the roots of the tree shuttle quickly with him.

Time passed little by little.

Slowly, he felt the black fog around him gradually brighten.

From black to hazy grayish.

Phew!

Suddenly, a huge cloud like a marshmallow rushed at high speed in front of him.

The cloud was like a living thing, slowly wriggling, and its whole body was gray.

Some parts of it are shrinking, and some parts are expanding.

By the time Lin Sheng reacted, he had already crashed headlong into this huge gray white cloud.

At that moment, a strong force came from the root of the tree that bound him, pulling him in a different direction, and carrying him past the edge of the huge cloud in a thrilling way.

At the same time, he seemed to hear bursts of laughter in his ears, and the sound came from inside the huge cloud, ethereal and hazy.

It seems that someone else is talking loudly, accompanied by wonderful instruments.

Soon as he moved away from the clouds, his voice diminished rapidly until it was gone.

Without waiting for Lin Sheng to react, in the gray mist, another silver-gray cloud flew over from one side.

This time, there were faint screams and some kind of weird crazy howls floating from the clouds.

Lin Sheng didn't have time to distinguish the content of the sound, and immediately the third cloud was rapidly approaching.

This cloud is smaller than the previous two, and has a pale golden color overall. It is very conspicuous in the large gray mist.

Lin Sheng was tied to the roots of the tree and flew at high speed from its lower left.

Just as soon as I got closer.

Hiss...

On the surface of the pale gold cloud, a huge golden human face suddenly stood out.

The human face stared at Lin Sheng indifferently, and his huge golden eyes moved slightly with his movements.

Lin Sheng obviously felt that the roots of the tree that bound him trembled, and he actually began to loosen the ties quickly.

"So cowardly?!" Lin Sheng hurriedly grabbed the root of the tree.

His instincts told him that if he was left here and faced with that golden face, something extremely dangerous might happen.

Fortunately, the golden face only glanced at him and the roots of the tree a few times, and then slowly disappeared into the clouds.

Lin Sheng held the black sword in one hand and grasped the surface of the tree root with the other. His body was like a toy tossed up and down, slamming into the roots of a tree.

Clouds of different colors, large and small, flew around him.

Some of the clouds roared with anger, some wept with grief, some were silent, and some were slowly disintegrating and about to disappear.

I don't know how long it took, but Lin Sheng finally felt that his hand was about to lose his grip.

Involuntarily, he was in a trance, his fingers suddenly let go of the roots, and the whole person was thrown high by the huge kinetic energy, and then fell.

In the whining wind, Lin Sheng saw clouds constantly passing around him,

Boom!

He slammed into the top of a small black cloud. Then it was bounced up like a leather ball, several times in a row, tumbling down the edge of the black cloud.

Just below, another transparent tree root flew by.

Lin Sheng saw the position, and the black sword poked fiercely at the surface of the black cloud, just adjusting the direction of his fall.

Boom!

He fell again on the surface of the tree's roots.

The root was thigh-thick enough for him to ride.

The roots of the trees flew rapidly, streaking through the clouds.

Gradually, the clouds became less and less and thinner.

The gray fog on both sides also slowly decreased. The field of vision is getting wider and wider.

Lin Sheng leaned on the root of the tree and looked forward.

As the clouds decrease, the fog thinners.

A large green island gradually emerges below, with a large rolling mountain range on the island.

In the midst of the blue-black sea of trees and mountains, on the top of a peak, there is a black stone spire castle clearly standing.

The castle is quiet and lifeless, with mottled vines on its exterior.

Before Lin Sheng could take a closer look, he felt the roots of the tree under his seat shake violently, as if he was being grabbed by someone and thrown violently.

He suddenly didn't have time to repress, and was suddenly thrown high and flew out, falling straight towards the mountains below.

The transparent tree root that carried him shot quickly into the distance, and disappeared into the mist in an instant.