As soon as the dryad saw that Mo had flown into the sky, he knew that he could no longer catch him.

The dryad turned its attention to Dustless. Countless branches of the tree attacked the dustless on the ground in unison.

Although Mo Jiu flew into the sky, he was not very far from the ground, and when he saw the movement of the branch, he quickly flew down and attacked the dustless branch.

Mo Jiu's move this time was fast and ruthless, and if it was sprayed by the flames, it was estimated that the entire trunk of the tree might be burned to ashes.

However, before the flames could touch the branches, they were doused by a sudden burst of ice water.

Looking closely, the dryad used his long branches to carry water from the wooden basket formed by the condensed branches. The basket made of branches is sturdy and tight, so that not a drop of water will be missed when the water is fetched.

And the flames emitted by Mo Jiu were extinguished when they met the water, and there was no ambiguity at all. This flame itself is also condensed by spiritual power, and it stands to reason that it will not be extinguished by ordinary water. Could it be that the water in this icy lake still has the function of extinguishing the fire of spiritual power?

The dryad apparently noticed this as well, and the branches and leaves on its body rustled, and in an instant, several more wooden baskets were braided.

Mo Jiu couldn't help frowning. The current situation is very bad for her. Whether it is with fire or wind, it is impossible to deal with the dryad, and if you break hard, it is equivalent to sending you to death.

Seeing that Mo Jiu didn't make the next move, the tree demon said contemptuously: "It's all some small carving insect skills, if it weren't for your skills just Keben Immortal, how could you be arrogant until now." However, the water of this ice and snow lake can extinguish any fire of spiritual power, and those who are interested can be caught obediently. ”

Surrender willingly? Look at this old locust tree has been in this forest for too long, the brain is watt, right?

Mo Jiu's body flashed, and he flew into the air. She was half-floating in the air, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, and her gaze was cold.

Seeing that Mo Jiu flew into the air, the dryad was not in a hurry to chase her, so he repeated the trick and used the tentacle-like branches to tie up Wuchen and lift it up.

"You can't come down, but your lover has to give up to this fairy."

Wuchen didn't open his eyes, his face was still pale and weak.

Mo Jiu, who was still thinking of using some delaying tactics, frowned fiercely. Flew down again, and although she knew that she was definitely hitting a stone with an egg this time, she still decided to fly down and fight the dryad.

Bursts of flame erupted from Mojiu's palm, attacking the branches of the good locust tree. But those flames were immediately extinguished by the lake.

Of course, the Dryad's purpose is more than just putting out fires. The dryad has lived for thousands of years, and the branches on its body continue to pour up as if they will not decrease.

After a few slapping sounds, Mo Jiu was hit by a few branches and fell from mid-air.

The branches were spiky when they slapped against Mojiu's body, and the places where they were drawn were bloody and painful.

At this moment, Wuchen's voice sounded in his head.

"Fly over the Ice Lake."

Although it was just a simple sentence, Mo Jiu's eyes suddenly lit up.

Wuchen spoke, and when he spoke, it meant that he was fine, and he asked her to go above the lake, and he must have thought of a way to defeat the dryad.

Mo Jiu stabilized the body that fell downward, turned around, and turned around and flew towards the ice and snow lake.

Mojiu's sudden movement was completely unexpected by the dryad. But how could the dryad let the boiled duck fly away, and the branches of different thicknesses stretched and stretched and followed closely behind Mojiu.

Mojiu raised the speed of her flight to the highest speed, and by the time the branches of the trees were about to touch the corners of her clothes, she was already in the middle of the snowy lake.