It's been two days since Win San arrived in this clearing, and so far he hasn't been attacked. Unlike the territory of mothweeds or vines and needles, this place is empty, and on this mountain full of dangerous plants, it is like a paradise.

Win San didn't dare to take it lightly, and it felt even more dangerous for him, because it was so quiet, so quiet that he wanted to be drowsy. The necromantic energy in his body has not been consumed much, and it is far from the level of wanting to sleep to replenish energy.

Holding the necromantic staff in his hand, he didn't dare to disperse, and Ying San looked around vigilantly, stopping and staying for a moment from time to time, until he shot out the necromantic beam to make sure that the front was safe, and then he continued to move forward.

"Well, I've walked hundreds of miles, why haven't I touched anything yet?" Ying San looked at the empty ground in the distance, and was puzzled. When he came with the old ghost, he had looked at the mountain from a long distance, and according to the strength of his feet, two days should be enough to cover the whole mountain.

Ying San shook his head and mocked himself secretly: "It's really hypocritical, it's good not to touch things." ”

A small hole appeared in the clearing in front of him, and although it was still as dangerous as before, Ying San's arm that raised the necromancy staff did not let it go, and he frowned.

Cautiously coming to the side of the small hole, Ying San squatted down, pinched a little soft soil with his fingers and rubbed it, put it in front of his eyes and took a closer look, the soil here was a little unusual.

Before Win San could come up with a reason, a black shadow flashed quickly in front of him.

Ying San quickly stood up, did not choose to escape, the enemy is in the dark, he is in the light, and he should respond to all changes with the same.

The wind is blowing, Ying San feels the wisps of wind blowing towards him, not surprised, he is no longer alone, this is a good thing, often the things that cannot be seen and touched are the most terrifying, this is the reason.

The breeze blew across his shoulders, and the warning signs gradually rose in Ying San's heart.

With a "bang", Ying San still maintained the posture of the necromancer staff in front of him, and was knocked out by the blades of grass coming from his back.

Win San's body fell heavily to the ground, and finally slid a few steps to stop the momentum of being knocked away.

Ying San checked the injuries on his body, exhaled a breath of turbidity, slowly stood up, and looked at the person in front of him with a solemn face, it was the moth grass that died in front of him for no reason two days ago.

"Aren't you dead?" Win San asked.

Without answering, the moth grass swung its blade-like blades of grass and came towards Win Three again.

Win San quickly retreated backwards, and a beam of necromancy slammed straight into the advancing figure of the mothweed.

The invincible necromantic bundle that had previously faced the old ghost dagger capital was missed, and Ying San couldn't help but widen his eyes, the moth grass on the opposite side was definitely not the one from yesterday, but the speed was several times faster.

"Hiss" Win San hadn't retreated far, and before he could dodge, he was slashed on his right leg by a moth grass leaf, and the pain instantly spread all over his body.

After Ying San sent out a beam of necromancy, he hurriedly dodged and distanced himself from the mothweed, as long as he slowed down a little longer, his entire right leg would be cut off by the incomparably long and narrow moth grass blades.

The moth grass does not give three wins

Check your chances and come back to the win.

Ying San scolded secretly, the necromantic staff had not yet finished accumulating, so he could only hurriedly parry, and there was another "bang", this time the sturdy necromantic staff was cut out of a gap by the edge of the blade of grass.

Win San struggled to be injured again, his left hand clutching the sharp blade of grass, just to drag it until the staff of death was finished.

The Necromantic Beam finally succeeded in shooting, but to Ying San's incredibleness, the Necromantic Beam did not cause much damage to the mothweed, and only left a black mark on the blade of grass, and even breaking through became a luxury.

The sharp blade of grass cut a crack in the palm of his hand, and Ying San had had a previous encounter, and he had been prepared for this piercing pain.

With this release, the blades of grass instantly penetrated Ying San's body, and slid straight upwards from the piercing position.

Win San fell slowly, and there was still a fire of battle in his eyes that had not been extinguished.

……

Winning San, who used all his strength to escape, saw the completely different scenery in front of him and under his feet, and his expression was overjoyed, and it seemed that he was about to enter the territory of the next plant soon.

The stinging needles and vine branches twisted and accelerated like a frenzy, trying to block Win San's retreat before he could run in.

With a leap, Win San's left foot successfully stepped into this realm full of black flowers all over the mountains. It was as if an invisible wall had been erected behind him, isolating the needle from the vine boss's tentacles.

"Huh" Yingsan ran a long way again, and then he stopped, put his arms on his legs, exhaled heavily, and finally escaped.

After a short rest, Win San looked around. The flowers that seemed dangerous to think about it were growing on both sides of the road, and Win tried to take a few steps forward, but the black flowers didn't move. It seems that as long as you don't touch it, there shouldn't be any problems.

Win San smiled bitterly, this is the first time he thinks like this?

Squatting on the ground, Ying San carefully recalled what he had seen and heard in the past two days, and there was a strange stock everywhere.

The needles and vines that are fighting fiercely, looking at the posture, are obviously enemies of life and death, why don't they fight all of a sudden? Why did the mothweed, which had not yet reached the point of serious injury and dying, make such a desperate resistance? Why did he die on the spot not long after?

It's a pity that Ying San didn't have a chance to ask these three parties, two of them were always thinking about killing themselves outside, and the other one was dead.

Not far from Win San, a black bud that was much larger than the flowers next to it quietly bloomed, followed by a black stamen the size of a watermelon.

Since the bud blooms, all the flowers next to it wither and wither in an instant, and the black liquid contained in its body is absorbed by the stamens.

"Goo Dong" "Goo Dong" is like a man drinking water, and a round ball protrudes from the rhizome of a huge flower, which keeps squirming up and down.

With the continuous input of nutrients, the huge petals did not change in the slightest, and the stamens, which were already much smaller, became smaller and smaller, and gradually became as slender as a wicker.

Ying San narrowed his eyes and stared at the black overlord flower, cong gang

As soon as all the petals withered, he noticed the abnormality here, and when he saw the stamens shrinking little by little, he felt that it was extremely dangerous.

With a "sudden" sound, a long black object the size of a thin needle erupted from the center of the stamen, shooting straight at the door of Win San's face.

Win three tilted his head and easily dodged. It's just that before he could see the black object clearly, the stamen of the overlord flower was like a machine gun, "suddenly" and "suddenly".

"Fuck! Haven't rested for long, and here you go again?! Ying San cursed to himself, quickly got up, his whole body writhed like a snake, and the soft and boneless body characteristics of the necromancer were brought into full play, perfectly dodging the first wave of needle rain.

While dodging the second wave of needle rain, Ying San kept retreating to the left, approaching the flower behind him, he didn't dare, so he had to continue to move quickly to the left, that is, the front of the road.

The overlord flower did not give Win San a chance to get out of its attack range, and the rhizome under the petals swam forward like a snake that bent forward.

Probably afraid that the lord would suck the energy in his body, although Ying San didn't provoke the innocent plants on both sides of the road, the little black flowers all stopped in the direction he was going.

Seeing this scene, Ying San realized that it was impossible not to resist, and yelled: "Lao Tzu is not a vegetarian!" Taking advantage of the fact that the black needle did not reach the front, he raised the necromancer staff in his hand and aimed at the overlord flower behind him.

The Necromantic Beam was disintegrated by a few black needles in mid-air, and seeing that his attack was easily broken, Win San could only change the target of the attack.

The little black flower that stopped in front of him was also doing his best, even if he was smashed by a lot of Win San's necromantic beam, he refused to take the initiative to retreat.

Ying San realized that there was not much necromantic energy available in his body, and then thought of the energy of the overlord flower devouring the surrounding plants before, so he simply didn't do anything, no longer attacking those small flowers with the necromantic staff, but reached out and vigorously ripped off the rhizomes of those small flowers, put them in his mouth, and began to chew.

A mixed and huge necromantic energy exploded from his mouth, flowing to the limbs and hundreds of corpses, and Ying San's eyes lit up, and he directly dispersed the necromantic staff, and began to pull out the flowers and eat them vigorously to replenish his energy.

Seeing the tonic action of Win San, Overlord Flower was furious, these are its people, it can eat, others can't!

Feeling the wrath of the lord, the little black flowers couldn't stop them, they didn't retreat, they trembled one by one, where had they seen such a ruthless person who sucked the energy in the bodies of other species.

Practices like Win Three are not crazy. It's not that all different species can't devour each other, such as vines and stingers, although they are both plants, they are different species, and they can still devour each other's energy to replenish themselves.

Win San is primarily an undead animal, and his body structure is very different from these plants. Although herbivores abound, they eat the kind of pure natural and pollution-free, such as smoking a dangerous plant that contains a lot of toxins in the body, and there is no need to be careless, and a fire in the body is inevitable.

In a hurry, I can't take care of these things, I'm dead anyway, it's not as big as it gets

Eat a special meal, so as to be a full ghost.

The overlord flower was extremely angry, and he wanted to kill this prey that dared to annoy it with his body, but this not only failed to achieve the effect, but also could be killed by Win San's close-quarters. In such a field, it can only speed up the speed at which it shoots black needles.

Before he could finish eating those little flowers that blocked the way, Ying San's whole body fell to the ground uncontrollably, his hands and feet began to disobey the call, and black soul energy condensed into substance continued to emerge from his mouth.

As the so-called people are about to die, their words are also good, and Ying San sighed before he died: "Phew... True... What the fuck... Bad! ”

(End of chapter)

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