In the face of this bloody mandala tree, Yun Xiaotian, the young man who came from outside the sky, was still entangled.

And those black wind and sand thieves, and the sergeants who came from various cities, were born and grew up in Si, and there was no choice but to fight to the death.

Although they were caught off guard by this tree-shaped monster just now, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to step forward, at this time, they made up their minds in their hearts and decided to fight to the death, when they were taken to the holy mountain and fought with those Divine Wing Clans, they had already put their life and death on the line, how could they retreat at this time.

What's more, they have no way back.

After hearing what Long Fei'er said, someone took the lead and asked, "Miss, what should we do now?" As long as we can kill this monster and prevent it from going down the mountain and harming our families, we will all listen to you. ”

In the pouring rain, there were still three or four thousand warriors standing, Long Fei'er knew in her heart, as long as she could gather everyone's strength and work together, even if the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree in front of her was about to reach adulthood, and its strength was infinitely close to that of a star warrior, it was not impossible to defeat it.

Long Fei'er pointed to the root of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree, and said with a serious expression: "When the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree is advanced, it needs to absorb a large amount of essence blood, and it has already saved almost enough, but the damage caused by the previous two cannonballs consumed too much energy to repair, forcing it to reveal its true nature, discard its usual disguise, and directly hunt the living creatures around it." ”

"And the king of the Divine Wing Clan, originally had a cooperative offering relationship with this Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree, but at this time, the energy provided by the essence blood was insufficient, and the two fought against each other, and as a result, they merged into the half-beast and half-tree monster in front of them now."

At this time, Lao Jia and the others were in danger among the branches of the tree-shaped monsters, struggling, and seeing that these warriors they brought were still standing by the side, of course they were resentful.

A city lord covered in blood, ragged and gray-haired, shouted at them: "You waste, why don't you come over and help, a bunch of cowardly bastards!" ”

A soldier wanted to rush over to help, but was stopped by the people around him, an old soldier, patiently asked: "We don't need to know this, you say, how can we kill it!" ”

Long Fei'er was only at this time suddenly realized, they were on the battlefield at this time, between life and death, and it was not the time to talk about these things at all, so she hurriedly said: "As long as we cut off all the roots of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree, so that it can no longer suck blood from the creatures bound to the nodules, then its advancement will inevitably fail, and then it will have a short period of weakness, and then it will be burned with fire before it can be completely destroyed." ”

"Willing to listen to me, everyone formed a sword formation, half a foot apart from each other, slowly approaching the root of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree, as long as it can clear the roots of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree and make it lose its source of strength, it will not worry."

The vast majority of the people, at this time, listened to Long Fei'er's words, formed a large and rudimentary military formation, and approached the tree-shaped monster.

Under the pressure of such a desperate situation, a leader who has a clear view of the situation can often gain incredible trust from others.

In the absence of a choice, the only choice is the best choice.

This group of leaderless defeated troops chose to believe in Long Fei'er, perhaps simply because the warriors who were accustomed to obeying orders and leaders needed a leader like her to gather everyone together and report to the group for warmth.

The military formation slowly approached the Bloodmare Mandala Tree, and even the hard, old-rooted branches of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree were only chopped into pieces of wood when they approached the military formation, under the call of thousands of swords.

"Everyone be careful, don't get entangled in its roots, if you let this guy get a steady stream of blood replenishment, the previous efforts will be in vain."

After an offensive against the Bloodmare Mandala Tree, Long Fei'er shouted a warning to the military formation that was cheering excitedly.

Although they had just proved that as long as they were put together, there was nothing they could do about it.

Although this monster looks terrifying, it is not invincible.

As they get closer, the more attacks they take from the roots of the tree-shaped monsters.

Under the rainy night sky, they were like caterpillars in iron armor, constantly gnawing at the roots of the dark red Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree, consuming its life force.

The situation was very good for them, although there were still many people who were entangled in the roots of the trees and dragged away from the "Iron Caterpillar" formation, but the sacrifice of these people did not affect the advance of the team.

The Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree, which had not paid much attention to them, became more and more panicked as they kept encroaching, and its dense roots poured frantically towards them.

In the military formation, Yun Xiaotian, like the others, was already exhausted at this time, barely resisting the roots of the bloody mandala tree that surrounded from all directions like blood-red spears.

From the Holy City to the Holy Mountain, to the terrifying and monstrous trees in the depths of this castle, all the warriors in the army have long been exhausted, and now everyone is relying on their perseverance to exhaust all the strength in their bodies.

Compared with those soldiers who have died in battle, they can at least still struggle here, who dares to say bitterness?

At this moment, just when everyone was struggling to persevere, a mutation sprung up.

The military formation, which originally looked like an "ironclad worm with spikes", was cut off and divided into several groups.

"You bastards!"

"I knew we shouldn't have trusted you hairless losers!"

……

"Damn traitors, when the uncles kill this monster, they will call you turtle grandsons to lie at the feet of Lao Tzu and honestly lick the shit on the soles of your grandfather's feet. Haha......"

Caught in a dangerous situation, a black wind and sand thief covered in a black veil tried his best to cut off the roots of a bloody mandala tree beside him, and his face was hideous under the black veil, shouting and scolding at the young men who had fled from the army, and laughing loudly at the sky like a long roar.

This wild laughter has become his swan song in the world.

In the wind and rain, his laughter became weaker and weaker, a mouthful of blood spat out of his throat, his round eyes rolled white, and he couldn't stop watching a thigh-thick dark red root pierce through his chest and abdomen, and the bright red blood hung down from the wound like a blood-colored waterfall, flowing all over the ground.

The dark red roots that killed him, didn't linger on him for long, and in a flash, rushed into the chaotic army formation, continuing to hunt other prey.

"Smack".

The disemboweled, black-winded sand thief, left a large hole in his body, which was full of organs overflowing with blood, and fell into the blood-red stagnant water on the ground, adding blood to the stagnant water on the ground.

The blood accumulated on the ground seemed to be a game.

It is not clear whether it is more rain falling from the sky, or more blood shed by the soldiers on rainy nights.

The shouting and ridicule that came from the fierce battle did not stop the teenagers who fled the battlefield.

This battle has nothing to do with them in the first place.

As the first boy found out, he had the opportunity to get close to the cave of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree, ventured out of the army, left behind the people who resisted the attack of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree, passed through one block after another, and successfully escaped into the cave.

The originally united and indestructible "Iron Armor Long Worm" was like a festering anthill, and a steady stream of teenagers escaped and rushed into the cave not far away.

And the Bloody Mandala Tree was as wise as it knew that these teenagers who had escaped from the battle array could no longer pose any threat to it, and no longer intercepted them, but instead concentrated on dealing with the "blood food" that was remaining in the battle array and was desperately resisting.

Seeing this opportunity, those teenagers who did not set off with the military formation certainly seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Without encountering any resistance, they made it to the cave, the legendary "Gate of Purgatory".

It was too smooth for them to believe it, but it was too easy!

However, they still restrained their smiles, because no one knew what tests awaited them in the "Purgatory Gate".

Yun Xiaotian, Ai Bingtai, Ye Bingyue and Bo Wenshi, the four of them were close together, resisting the strange trees and branches that were as dense as the rain curtain, and they were already in danger at this time, like duckweed in the wind, which could overturn at any time.

There was a bang.

The old roots of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree's blades were hard to guard against, and the sudden dark red branches beside Berwyn's side were successfully attacked, and Berwyn's back was torn off a piece of blood-stained red flesh by the leaves of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree.

"Ah......h

Berwyns screamed in pain, the sharp stinging pain in his body that made his brain hurt faintly, and the ensuing rain of attacks prevented him from even having a chance to look at his wounds.

"How's it going, are you alright?" Ye Bingyue and the three of them asked in unison.

As if venting, Berwenshi's face was hideous, and while fending off the attack of the sword of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree beside him, he shouted loudly, "You let me cut it twice, and see if you are okay!" ”

At this moment, the already rugged ground suddenly shook violently, as if the entire mountain peak was about to collapse.

The entire army formation had already been divided into several pieces, but at this time, it was even more scattered, and everyone could only fight on their own.

Some people were even more unfortunate and fell directly into the crack gap in the ground, and their heads were cut off by the ensuing bloody mandala tree branches, leaving a face full of unwillingness.

Yun Xiaotian looked at the ground around him, which was already full of corpses at this time, struggling to resist the bloody mandala tree knife branches that pounced on him like a storm, and a sense of indifference filled his tired body.

He was like a weak insect at this time, wielding his shoddy iron sword, and even wanted to slaughter the gods.

Yun Xiaotian was not paying attention, his legs were bound by the roots of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree that came out of the ground, and he was about to be dragged into the cracks in the ground covered with mud and blood.

Fortunately, Ai Bingtai arrived in time, and when the roots of the trees had not yet exerted their strength, he quickly cut them off, and said to Yun Xiaotian in a rare way: "Big brother, please have a snack, and don't look at what time it is in a daze!" ”

Ai Bingtai rarely took the initiative to speak, usually whatever she wanted to do, she just did it directly, so she didn't bother to say anything to Yun Xiaotian.