Throughout the chaotic battlefield, the ground shook more and more violently, and in the cracks that had cracked, countless snake-like bloody mandala tree roots drilled out, making it impossible for all of them to escape.

The Bloodmare Mandala Tree has hard roots, and most people have to cut them several times in a row to cut them off.

Looking at the roots of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree that kept pouring out from the cracks in the ground, Yun Xiaotian couldn't help but be speechless, there are too many roots of this Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree, right?

Long Fei'er also suffered a lot of injuries at this time, and the rain falling from the sky ruffled her long hair, flowing down her light clothes into the wound on her back that had just been torn open.

The wound tingled faintly, but it made her more conscious.

At this time, the situation was completely beyond her control, she did not expect the accident of the military array, these outsiders have their own purposes, how can they honestly help the natives here, to kill such a terrifying monster.

What made her feel even more powerless was the endless slashing of the old roots of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree.

Normally, even if the size of this Bloodmare Mandala Tree was twice as large, it would not be possible to have so many old roots left after several rounds of strangulation by them.

Could it be that the Bloodmare Mandala Tree is in the stage of metamorphosis and is in the stage of metamorphosis, so it is able to continuously grow so many roots?

Long Fei'er quickly denied this possibility, because its energy reserves were simply not enough to support it to grow so many roots in a short period of time, even if it was half, it would drag down its torso, not to mention its current appearance, and it was clear that it was still trying to continue to advance.

In short, there are too many unreasonable places, and Long Fei'er really can't figure it out.

The ground was full of corpses, and Bai Xiaochun was also lying in it.

He didn't play dead so he could escape the Bloodmare Mandala Tree, but he was dead.

At the very beginning of the collapse of the army, he was unfortunately hung up.

Bai Xiaochun's face was serene, and he still had a faint smile, and the cold rain instantly took away the residual warmth on his body, making his already white and tender face even paler at this time.

Feng Qiuzi was lying not far from Bai Xiaochun's corpse, her face distorted, and she obviously suffered great pain before she died.

The roots of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree poured out from the cracks in the ground, binding them all up one by one, and extracting the last blood they had left.

The roots of the trees that poured out of the cracks in the ground, and the dark red branches with blades hanging from the sky kept waving, locking them firmly into this web of death like a net between heaven and earth.

On the trunk of the tree, Lao Jia and the Mo City Lord were covered in injuries and bleeding, looking at the tragic endgame below, their hearts were extremely desperate.

Now they have begun to regret whether it is a wise move to attack the White Jade Castle in the Holy Mountain and bring out this monster.

They are not afraid of death, but they do not want to fail.

After their deaths, who can resist the comeback of the Divine Wing Clan, as well as this bloody and terrifying monster, and the entire human race under the mountain?

So they can't die yet.

There were originally dozens of masters of the human race, but only four people were left to support them at this time, and they had attacked the center of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree several times before, wanting to deal with this King of the Divine Wing Clan who seemed to be able to control the branches of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree first.

But they all returned with a feather, and even if the lost soldiers approached him, they would not be able to do enough damage to him.

"Withdraw first!"

Lao Jia shouted, and the last remaining four people fled towards the ground through the blocking of the branches and blades of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree.

There weren't many blades that could attack the ground, and the nascent roots weren't strong enough for them, and although they also provoked the full force of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree, they managed to escape to the ground.

"Come to us!"

City Lord Mo looked at the dozens of people left at this time, his heart was inexplicably sad and indignant, and he shouted loudly at them, wanting to gather this last strength.

Before, they fought fiercely with the Divine Wing Clan, but they didn't expect that the originally seemingly holy Divine Tree suddenly stretched out its bloody mouth, and the crazy roots broke out of the ground, whether it was the Human Race or the Divine Wing Clan, it suddenly attacked and killed all the lives it could touch indiscriminately.

The Divine Wing Clan relied on the advantage of flying into the sky, although it was also heavily damaged, without any nostalgia, as if it knew the horror of this monster, and immediately retreated from here, not knowing where to flee.

Maybe they're still watching from afar.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the Mo City Lord felt infinite self-blame in his heart.

He was the commander of the Quds Sergeants, and he should not have left his warriors, though he had stepped up to the occasion in the most dangerous moment to confront the sudden appearance of the tree-like monster.

The place where he should appear most should be the position of which little girl is.

However, he didn't.

The battle situation is changing rapidly, and the difference between one thought is a thousand differences and irreversible.

The people who can survive now are the real elites, and they are also their last hope.

The slaughter of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree was too fast, and it was only a moment before the battle array shattered until now.

As soon as the four Mo City Lords realized that there was a rout here, they were already powerless to stop them, and could only watch them on the trunk of the tree, falling one by one.

The rest of the people approached the Mo City Lord and the others little by little, although there were four masters of the Mo City Lord who continued to help, it was inevitable that seven or eight people would die.

The Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree seems to be gradually becoming weaker and weaker, perhaps because of the previous frenzied growth of the roots and branches of the tree, which consumed too much energy, and the blood that had just been obtained has not been fully digested.

The only fighters left in the field can feel the slightest difference.

At that moment, a red light lit up from beneath the ground where the Bloodmare Mandala Tree was located.

After the earth shook and the mountains shook, a huge cut opened in the red light, spreading towards the Bloodmare Mandala Tree.

Those old knives and branches that were originally entangled with the ground, put them down, like poisonous snakes flying on the grass, and quickly retreated towards the trunk of the main body.

At this time, Yun Xiaotian and Ai Bingtai, who were already exhausted, fled to Lao Jia's side, and asked themselves in a weak whisper, "What's the matter?" ”

No one answered, because the reason was not known.

The red light broke through the ground, and a ghostly figure jumped out.

The branches of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree, with their hard and sharp blades, densely wrapped around the figure, trying to make the figure unable to escape, tearing him to pieces with blades.

The ghostly figure did not dodge, but faced the countless sharp branches that rushed towards him, and met it with the long black knife in his hand.

The jet-black knife light flashed in his hand, and the hard branches of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree couldn't stop half a minute, and with a bang, the dense branches that covered the sky fell in unison, smashing into the potholes and blood flowing across the earth.

"Uncle Wu." The City Lord of Mo recognized this figure and said in his mouth.

Lao Jia seemed to know Uncle Wu in the mouth of the Lord of Mo City, and muttered in a low voice: "Is it the master?" It turns out that the ghost knife master is not dead! ”

This figure that broke through the ground was the ghost knife that had been fighting with the old roots of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree for a long time underground.

Shortly after Elder Bai's death, the Ghost Knife wanted to cut off the roots of the sacred tree in the cave. Unexpectedly, these tree roots, which were originally motionless like dead things, suddenly came to life, caught him off guard, and almost capsized.

After stabilizing the position, the ghost knife has been entangled with it, and no one can help anyone.

It wasn't until the bloodmare mandala tree became ferocious that the roots surging in the ground destroyed the entire underground structure, the cave collapsed, and the ghost knife was almost buried underneath.

At the moment of life and death, the ghost knife swallowed their secret blood-burning elixir, and only then did it send out that shocking sword, breaking out of the ground from the ground, wanting to die with the blood mandala tree.

……

……

Looking at the ghost knife that was dry and thin at this time, but still had infinite strength, Lao Jia seemed to have returned to the poisonous mist forest of the Great Ancient Snow Mountain.

Rescued from the sacred mountain by the ghost knife master, Jia Bujia was still a child less than four years old at the time.

In Lao Jia's memory, the master didn't like himself, and he didn't like it more and more.

The Ghost Knife Master doesn't like anyone.

Like, or rather, any affection, is a useless burden for him, and only slows down his knife.

When Lao Jia grew up and gradually took over the Black Wind and Sand Thieves, the ghost knife master became more and more elusive, and often disappeared for several years.

And the last time he saw the ghost knife master was sixteen years ago.

"There are too many worries in your heart, you are afraid of the front and the back, and the knife technique has to be in its shape, although it seems exquisite, but it lacks an indomitable determination. Are you still afraid that your unfashionable knife technique can hurt me? ”

The ghost knife master only left him this sentence and left.

Since then, he has never seen the ghost knife master again.

And he always thought that the ghost knife master had reached the end of his life, and he was driving the crane west alone in a corner of the desert.

In Lao Jia's memory, he had never been appreciated by the ghost knife master, and even the smile of the ghost knife master he remembered when he was a child seemed more like his own unwarranted conjecture than reality.

It's like a smile shouldn't be on the face of the ghost knife master.

But his memory is so clear.

In the evening afternoon, after the rain in the mountains and forests, he fell at the age of eight or nine, his face was covered with black mud, and he looked back at the ghost knife while crying bitterly, but saw that the ghost knife was actually smiling at him.

He actually laughed.

Too much time has passed, and Lao Jia doesn't know whether this memory has really happened, or a fairy tale dream he has woven since he was a child, but he believes it to be true.

What is true and what is false?

Dreams, are they illusory?

So, how real is it?

Is it really, is it real?

Look at the pouring rain that falls from the sky, the rain obscures everything, and the clouds obscure the stars.

Is there really a god in the sky, watching everything in this world?

Will it mourn for the poor creatures of the heavens?

No one answered the doubts in Lao Jia's heart at this time, even if he was going to die soon, this was the last request of his life.

Through the "remnant defeated general" who was tired and scarred at this time, Lao Jia came to Yun Xiaotian and led him to a place where no one was around.

Berwynth looked at the two of them curiously, wandering around with thieves, trying to pretend to pass by and eavesdrop.

Ye Bingyue looked at Berwyn's nature unchanged, with a gossipy look on his face, grabbed his ears, and scolded loudly.

"You really should have died early, I knew I shouldn't have saved you just now, and let you be poked by that monster!"

"Such gossip, sooner or later, you will kill yourself, and don't bother others then."

Bowen Shi knew that he was wrong, and he didn't quibble with Ye Bingyue, and said: "This kid, why was he taken a fancy by the indigenous masters here so quickly, he looks quite familiar!" ”

Ye Bingyue replied, "Who knows? Anyway, you definitely won't be eye-catching, at best, you're just a little gangster, and even the big gangsters can't look down on you. ”

"Good men don't fight women. Cut, I'm Berwyn, and sooner or later I'm going to be a big guy. When the time comes, even if you enter my door, you will have to politely report to my little brother. ”

"Hey...... when you're dreaming? I'm too lazy to look at your stupidity. ”

The Bloodmare Mandala Tree was pinned down by the ghost knife, and they had a rare moment of rest, dealing with each other's bleeding wounds.