One of the arm-thick roots wrapped around the blue waist, and he tried with all his might to break it open, even though he had the power of a pseudo-corpse, but when it came to the roots, it was completely useless.

This evil spirit is many levels higher than him.

Ye Junchen watched the blue being entwined around the roots of the tree, as if he wanted to eat it, and took out his sword and slashed directly at the roots, but the roots were as hard as iron, and they couldn't cut at all.

Seeing that Stygian Blue was about to turn into a cicada chrysalis, a cold light flashed in front of Ye Junchen's eyes, and the roots wrapped around Stygian Lan's body were instantly cut off, and the roots fell to the ground, like a skinned snake, constantly twisting his body.

"To deal with these things, weapons need to be opened."

Eleven held Ye Junchen's long sword in one hand, and quickly slashed it in the palm of his hand, and blood suddenly gushed out, staining all his long swords.

Ye Junchen looked at the wound on Eleven's palm, his eyes suddenly became dark, and when he raised his eyes, he saw countless tree roots rushing up, stretched out his hand and pulled Eleven behind him, and waved the long sword in his hand, and the roots were cut in half and fell to the ground one after another.

He looked at the blood on his shoulder in amazement, and quickly understood what Eleven had just done, he held the long sword in his left hand and held it across his chest, gathering the internal force on the index finger of his right hand, which hit the blade of the sword.

The internal force shook the sword body to drive the sword qi, and the blood on the sword flew in the direction of Han Zhen'er.

The roots of the tree quickly turned into a barrier to intercept the blood, but unexpectedly, the blood penetrated the roots of the tree and continued to fly Han Zhen'er.

Han Zhen'er controlled the roots of the tree, which seemed to be flying in the air, blocking all the blood, and the ground was full of broken branches corroded by blood.

"Are you controlling Han Zhen'er to work for you?" Eleven looked at Han Zhen'er and asked coldly, "What is your purpose?" ”

"The purpose? Scold. Han Zhen'er chuckled and was charming, "If I say that I just want to see you by doing all this, can you be trusted?" ”

"What do you see me doing?" Eleven frowned.

"You really forgot." Han Zhen'er lowered her eyes, her delicate little face revealed a hint of loneliness, and her voice was faint, "But I have remembered you for ten thousand years." ”

"Fart!" Eleven sneered, and couldn't help but burst into foul language, "If you and I really know each other, I definitely remember, if you just want to see me, it is more convenient to go to Dali Temple and Jiangfu than in the palace, do you think I am a three-year-old child, so easy to be coaxed by you?" Only a weak person like Han Zhen'er was fooled by you! ”

Han Zhen'er didn't get angry but laughed.

"It's been so long, and you haven't changed at all."

"If you don't remember me, it's okay, I'll make you remember me sooner or later." Han Zhen'er's gaze moved to Ye Junchen's body, her black eyes gradually turned into purple eyes, and she quietly looked at the face behind the ghost mask, and the corners of her mouth raised, "In the last life, it is not long to say, and it is not short to say short." ”

"Hey! What do you want?! Eleven heard the threat in Han Zhen'er's mouth, rolled up his sleeves and yelled at Han Zhen'er, "If you dare to hurt Ah Ye's hair, I will definitely chop you into meat sauce." ”

"I believe it." Han Zhen'er smiled faintly, "Darkness is coming, the day the darkness comes, you will be mine." ”

Her gaze fell on Ye Junchen's body again, watching him bounce the last drop of blood in his hand in her direction, and this time Han Zhen'er did not struggle.

Blood hit the center of her brow like a cinnabar mole.