The rattans of the ancient trees came out of the mud one after another, filled with cold wind, and swept over with the momentum of destroying and decaying!

The rolled up stones on the ground slammed in all directions, and everywhere they went, there were mud and leaves that had been dragged away.

Zhou Xuanqing calmly dodged, took the opportunity to take out the talisman to urge the incantation, and then turned into a flying knife and left his hand, stabbing a few of the nearest vine whiskers! The thing seemed to have lost its vitality and fell to the ground all of a sudden, and the flying knife quickly ignited a flame, emitting a pungent green smoke.

Unaffected in the slightest, as if he didn't feel any pain at all, the roots of the tree continued to arch from the ground, and in vain they rose up into a behemoth monster dragging roots and branches and sludge.

The monster seems to have a nose and eyes, the trunk of the tree is like an old face that is clumsy and distorted, and the original tree holes are like countless mouths, opening and closing intermittently and making a whining sound, which makes people shudder.

The hermit took out his magic sword and went around the back of the tree, concentrating on slashing at the monster a few times, but unfortunately he missed the point, the trunk of the attacked tree wrinkled the bark folds, and the vine whiskers were bent and long, like steel needles nailed straight to the hermitage!

He panicked and immediately rolled over and flinched. The monster rudely flung the rattan and pressed away—

Zhou Xuanqing's whole body was stunned, his eyes were urgent, and he threw out the wisteria whip on his waist, just hooking it on the tallest branch. She leaped forward, her fingers and claws, and slipped the hermit up!

As soon as his heels hit the ground, the hermit was nervous and didn't dare to speak, while Zhou Xuanqing looked at this monster deadly: it was said that it was a hornless dragon before, but it turned out to be just a vine spirit tree monster, and if it gathers, it will take shape, and if it is scattered, it will be zero. It's just that it's not easy to deal with.

She raised her head to the peacock spirit over there who was gone, and shouted in a deep voice: "Tang Sanfeng, you are all demons, why don't you go and say hello?" Draw away some attention, and only then can you figure out the attack.

Do you want to start after saying hello? Tang Sanfeng glanced at it with a faint smile, and only said with his mouth: You are really funny.

Yin Xiu was still standing behind Zhou Xuanqing, and when he heard the word 'demon' she shouted at Tang Sanfeng, his face did not change color, only a dark light brewed in his eyes.

The monster didn't seem to want to wait, and flicked up its vine whiskers to strike again. Part of it rushed to Zhou Xuanqing's feet, and part of it went to Tang Sanfeng!

Tang Sanfeng's originally calm smile immediately couldn't hold back, he flickered high and low in mid-air, flipped his wrist and threw a folding fan, but he was suddenly split into two and scattered.

The vine whiskers look thin and soft, but they are also rough, and when they cut through their coats, they cut the flesh painfully, and soon ooze blood.

The monster slammed Tang Sanfeng into the chest, and the latter's chest was churning, and his breath was disordered. The vine brush wrapped around his wrists and ankles flicked left and right in mid-air. Tang Sanfeng only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and his eyes were almost dark!

Zhou Xuanqing's side is also big, she and the hermit cultivator scattered left and right, and the vine whiskers seemed to have eyes, rushing over and sweeping over. Just over the side of his waist, he was about to sweep towards his head! he wiped his cheeks and scratched out red marks.

"Ahh

Yin Xiu grabbed the magic sword tightly, and found that his feet couldn't help slipping, and he turned the dirt up with force, and his body still slid towards the monster.

A big mouth slowly opened on the cracked trunk of the monster, and the next moment it was about to swallow the hermitage - Zhou Xuanqing was distracted for a while, and the wisteria whip in his hand had slipped to the side, and it was too late to pick it up! Another rattan was thrown over, Zhou Xuanqing stretched out his arms to block it, and the rattan was barbed with sharp barbs, and the brush rubbed several fine wounds, but the force of the collision was so great that it almost smashed Zhou Xuanqing into a daze.

She staggered to stabilize her figure, her eyebrows were already wrinkled, her hand was pierced by rattan barbs, and the flesh between her fingers was scraped like a knife, and blood flowed out, falling to the ground drop by drop......

And the voice of the hermit cultivator's cry for help has been drowned out, and the whole person is about to sink into the giant mouth of the monster-

Zhou Xuanqing threw out a string of talismans, flying against the wind, and attacked the monster!

The monster retracted its vine whiskers, and fell to the ground with a muffled voice. The monster continued to roar violently, shaking the miasma forest and causing many black crows to fly out.

Before Zhou Xuanqing could breathe a sigh of relief, the monster struggled, and swept away with a fiery rattan like a whip!

Sweat slid down the corners of Zhou Xuanqing's forehead, and with a flick of her wrist, another string of talismans flew out! She gritted her teeth and drew talismans with blood, opening a golden light barrier in mid-air, protecting every inch of land.

The monster's rough vines fell to the ground, stirring up dust and smoke. I only heard the ancient tree open more and more branches, and let out a scream in the throat and eyes, as if crying and begging!

Zhou Xuanqing just realized that he hurriedly shouted at the frightened hermit who fell to the ground: "Wake up!"

The retreat opened his eyes in a trance, and the terrifying situation in front of him made him feel that his scalp was numb and his hairs stood on end—it was better to stay unconscious! No, wouldn't that be eaten for nothing?!

- Tang Sanfeng, that guy is gone!

Zhou Xuanqing hurriedly looked around, and found that the tinnitus was aggravated, and the buzzing noise was so loud that he couldn't sort out his thoughts: but Tang Sanfeng was indeed here, and he was entangled by the monster and couldn't be separated, so he fought alone.

Was he afraid of death and fled first, or was there something else going on?

The flames burst out quickly and vigorously. The monster was first a vine branch, and then its torso was burned by the fire, and its whole body trembled and trembled countless fallen leaves, and there was a fire spreading under its foundation. Crackling, thick smoke billowed and the smell was choking, as if mixed with a touch of blood.

But it didn't take long for things to change. The monster gradually broke away from the scorched dry as if it were molting, and it was like a new life.

The night is deep, but it is depressing. The dense fog of the miasma forest spread to the clearing, enveloping Zhou Xuanqing and the hermitage in it at once.

Zhou Xuanqing's face gradually lost his composure in the fog, and he anxiously recited the mantra, but when he saw the talisman flying around his body, the scorching light shook the dense fog and dispersed in an instant, and quickly gathered again.

Slightly thinner new branches kept pouring out from her side and feet, tightly wrapping Zhou Xuanqing's whole body, and in the blink of an eye, the gap was almost gone, revealing only her miserable white and uncomfortable face.

Zhou Xuanqing twisted his neck with difficulty, and found that the hermit cultivation was the same, the green tendons were bulging, and he was panting with his mouth open.

The wound on his arm was bleeding as soon as he was squeezed, and the surrounding area had been swallowed up by mist, and it was impossible to see the scenery from every square inch.

Zhou Xuanqing suddenly had a feeling that he was going to die here, but he didn't despair yet.

The sword flashed with cold light, spun around, and nailed to the monster's torso with a bang, and the monster wailed and shook the rattan.

Zhou Xuanqing raised his head and saw a black shadow falling from Shi Shiran above his head. The moonlight was dim, and the thick fog floated, revealing a ray of light.

Liu Yanshu was abruptly hanging in the air, dodging the attacking vine branches, and half of his face was covered by the chaotic branches and leaves in the wind, and he couldn't see his expression.

I saw that with a flick of his wrist, the frost sword was pulled out of the monster's body, and a shocking streamline was drawn with anger.

The light finally fell on Liu Yanshu's face, and his jaw moved clearly, and he hooked his lips and chuckled: "Little Daogu, lost your way?"