Situ stood silently in place, since he couldn't see, he simply closed his eyes, put more attention on hearing, and listened carefully.

Sure enough, there were suddenly a lot of small voices and weepings around, both men and women, as if they were made by some spirits. Although I couldn't hear what they were saying clearly, it was obvious that this demonic mist was wrapped in many spirits, and it was not easy.

Situ Wankong didn't rush out of the sword, what form these spirits existed, she didn't know yet. Therefore, it was just to send Chang'an to the lips, and a song "Requiem" was blown.

The slow-flowing rhythm made those small, restless voices slowly quiet down. Situ Wankong closed his eyes, and he could feel those unknown spirits just by hearing, and he was also listening to his flute at this time.

Just when everything was about to fall silent, suddenly from the thick fog, Situ Wankong felt a sharp killing move rushing towards him.

She wasn't in a hurry, she just turned sideways slightly, avoiding the blow. When he opened his eyes at the same time, he saw a pale woman appear in front of him, and it was an enlarged version. To be exact, the woman was only as white as flour, but had no features, only two round holes, which seemed to be eyes, and were dripping with blood.

Rao has seen a lot of demons and evil Situ Wankong, who was also stunned by the scene in front of him. It was with this hesitation that she realized that everything was crawling out of the ground, and grabbed her ankle.

Situ Wankong wanted to use light skills to fly, but found that the thing that grabbed her ankle was particularly powerful, and it was getting tighter and tighter, so painful that she had to squat down.

It was only then that I realized what I was trapped in. When I looked down, I realized that I was actually entangled by the branches and vines that suddenly stretched out from the ground, and I had been wrapped around my ankles and calves several times. And the tighter and tighter it became, there was already a light red print, and Situ Wankong knew that it was his own blood.

Therefore, he could only quickly turn Chang'an in his hand into immortality, and jumped up after swinging his sword and cutting off the vines that were entangled.

The banshee didn't back down at all, and made a 'crunch' sound, as if a branch had been broken, and at the same time beckoned a dead hand and attacked Situ Wankong.

"Who is the demon?" Situ Wankong asked as he dodged.

Normally, before figuring out the identity of the other party, she is not used to making direct killing moves. After all, the master taught that the way to subdue demons and subdue demons should be transformed into thoughts first, and if not, then kill them.

But the other party didn't answer, just kept making moves. After fighting a few moves, Situ Wankong finally understood that it was just a puppet, not a real master. Therefore, without any hesitation, he slashed a sword with Changsheng, and the faceless woman was instantly cut in half from the middle, but the moment it was cracked, a large amount of blood gushed out from the middle like a fountain.

If it weren't for Situ Wankong's quick avoidance, it is estimated that he would be sprayed red.

Soon, the blood was spilled all over the ground. The branches and vines that had come out of the soil were only short, lying on the ground like bushes. But the vines where the blood was sprinkled were all erected as if they suddenly had vitality, and they grew so fast that they were so dense that Situ had no place to stay.

And every time he is entangled, even if he is cut off with immortality, new ones will grow, and there will be a steady stream of life, which will lead to Situ Wankong becoming more and more passive.

The fog still hasn't dissipated, the visibility is not high, and the vines are constantly flying in the air, and if you touch it, you will be scratched. And these vines are so hard as a blade that they can even pierce a human body.

Situ Wankong could only dodge, using immortality to keep chopping, but he couldn't finish cutting it.

Just when Situ was looking left and right in the evening sky, looking for a way out, he suddenly screamed: "Ah......hhhh

But at this moment, her left foot was suddenly entangled again, and she was dragged hard, and fell to the ground, but she didn't get up for a while, and soon a large number of vines surged up. Situ Wankong was immediately entangled tightly, and even Changsheng couldn't move.

Suddenly there was a pain in his back, as if something flowed into his body with the blood, and then his limbs began to be paralyzed, Situ Wankong didn't know well! This vine is not only lethal, but also poisonous. It must have been the spirits I heard before that they were trapped in it, and over time the resentment nourished it into a tree of resentment, and then transformed into this tree spirit.

But there was no time to think about it, and the blackness began to turn in front of him, Situ Wankong knew that if he was unconscious at this time, he was afraid that he would be more auspicious, so he fought for the last trace of clarity, and used all his strength to create a small enchantment around him, just enough to surround himself.

The vines finally let go of her, but they tightly wrapped her enchantment like a cicada cocoon, and after Situ Wankong struggled, he finally collapsed into his own small enchantment, falling into darkness......

When he opened his eyes, Situ Wantian found that he was actually lying on his side on the grass in front of the temple, and when he got up, he saw that it was already dawn? !

And...... This temple is actually intact and has not been burned yet?

Soon, Situ Wankong understood that this must be an illusion or a dream.

As soon as he came, he stood up and tidied up his clothes. I found that the wounds on my back and ankles were gone, indicating that it was more likely that this was a dream. Then he thought for a moment and then mentioned Changsheng again, and gently swiped it on his palm. Sure enough, the tiny wound had not had time to drip blood, and it quickly healed again.

"Hehe, it seems that this dream is quite exquisite!" Situ Wankong said with a smile.

Although this dream is okay and is not supported by ordinary spiritual power, Situ Wankong is still confident, and it is not difficult to force her out of here with her cultivation. Therefore, I was not in a hurry, I looked left and right, but I walked to the front of the temple, gently pushed open the wooden door, and saw Ah Yi, who was sitting in the hall with his back to him.

"You're dreaming too?" Situ Wankong was a little ridiculous.

Even though he had his back to him, the black hair in red made people recognize who he was at a glance. Cut! It seems that this white tiger spirit beast is nothing more than that.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! Tang Yi didn't turn back, still with his back to himself.

Helpless, Situ Wankong had to walk over and pat him on the shoulder, and he finally turned around slowly.

But it was not the smiling face that Situ Wankong was familiar with in the past, but a face with a blue face and bleeding, and the body was already stiff and stiff, so that when he turned his head and neck, he could hear a sound similar to a broken bone.

"You!" Situ was startled in the evening, retreated a few steps, and then came to his senses: "You, you...... You're not Ah Yi! ”

"Sister...... Sister! The corpse actually spoke stiffly, obviously it was Tang Yi's face, it was obviously Tang Yi's voice, but it was like a thunderbolt in the evening sky.

"Shut up!" Tang Yi won't call himself sister! He is a White Tiger Divine Beast, if calculated according to the age of the human world, maybe how many years older than himself!