No matter how scared they were, everyone continued to move forward, even Su Xin was forcibly dragged forward by Chu Yinzhi.

Gradually, the touch under their feet has completely changed to the gray-white vines, which will trip their feet from time to time, making their progress much slower.

Su Xin was dragged forward by the stiff pull, and kept complaining: "It's really, it's so difficult to walk here, the surrounding atmosphere is still so terrifying, if you continue to move forward, you may really be eaten by something, I still want to spend a thousand souls' day, I still want to go to the market in the imperial capital Gran Soa, and I want to ......"

Before he finished speaking, Su Xin suddenly felt the cold air that had been lingering around his ankle, and suddenly it was as if someone had stretched out a cold hand, grabbed his ankle, and then held it tightly, making him unable to move, and Su Xin felt that the spell in his body began to flow, flowing from all over his body to his ankles.

"What's this?" Susin immediately started screaming, and the others didn't feel much better, everyone felt that way, and they were completely controlled in place.

Yun Jiu felt a biting chill tightly wrap around his ankle, and then, the cold touch seemed to be a snake, continuing to extend upward, the strange touch was unacceptable, and the huge sense of fear in the air violently attacked from his ankles.

Yun Jiu lowered his head to check, and the withered and reed-like white withered grass that was originally crawling under his feet had all turned into writhing creatures, and the entire gray-white ground squirmed as if it had been triggered by some mechanism, and then, one after another, the white withered grass quickly climbed up along everyone's ankles, as if they were going to devour them.

Everyone took out the long sword at their waist, and a cold light flashed, and the withered grass on their bodies was cut off, but there was a steady stream of withered grass that continued to climb up rapidly, and then tightly wrapped around every part of their body.

The others had basically been controlled by the nimble dead grass, but fortunately, Yun Jiu's reaction was still very fast, and while cutting the dead grass, Yun Jiu jumped high and flew towards the rear.

After standing in a safe area, Yun Jiu did not immediately start to help Situ Hongyuan and them, but first carefully observed the surrounding situation, this withered grass can absorb the spells on people's bodies, she had not seen this plant before, and she felt that the withered grass was very sharp just now, even her calf was cut by the withered grass with a few small wounds, and bright red blood seeped out from the wound, fortunately, the healing ability of her body was very high, and she couldn't see any traces of injury after a while.

But the smell of blood was still felt by the sensitive withered grass, and I saw that the withered grass became more crazy, and wounds of different sizes began to appear on other people's bodies, and the pain hit violently, and even a thin layer of sweat appeared on Situ Hongyuan's forehead.

It seems that the only way to get rid of these dead grasses is to get rid of them, and Yun Jiu can't find any traces of the mechanism at all, it seems that these are really just a kind of plants.

Yun Jiu jumped up easily, her flexible figure crossed the air, the girl's long silver hair was blown by the wind, as if the white wind and snow surrounded her handsome face, the silver hair looked like it echoed the white dead grass on the ground, the silver whip in her hand followed her figure as fast as lightning, and where she passed, the endless darkness seemed to be torn apart by a flash of light, and only the afterimage of Yun Jiu jumping at high speed could be seen in the air.

More and more white withered grass woke up one after another under Yun Jiu's rapid movement, like a terrifying monster that smelled blood, like a sudden blizzard, unscrupulously emerging from the ground, sweeping and whistling around, the boundless grass silk was blown by the wind, and it looked like the white hair of countless dead people, flicking wildly and quickly in mid-air, closely chasing Yun Jiu's flying back, whistling away.