The corners of Ye Luo's eyes twitched: "It turns out that you also have a time when you run out of luck and make a mistake in divination."

The old man of Shenji Long blushed and said, "What people promised to the master is to 'extract a task with the greatest benefits', not 'the easiest task'."

Ye Luo→_→

"Argue, you still argue."

In the exam, of course, the first priority is to complete the task, and the simpler the better.

"And you tell me, this catastrophic plant has a lethality comparable to that of a second- or third-order mad warrior, even if it has great benefits, I have to take my life to take it."

Shenji Dragon lowered his head, his golden eyes were watery, with two bubbles of tears, and two little claws poked at each other, once, twice, three, n.

Ye Luo: "......"

Still wronged?

Well, you win.

Ye Luo took a deep breath, turned his gaze to the black prison vine, and began to remove the "weed".

Fire Wood.

She activated the Flame Spirit Technique, and the frenzy of flame gathered in the palm of her hand, condensed into a basketball-sized fireball, and threw it towards the branch of the Black Prison Vine closest to her.

Boom –

The fireball ignited as soon as it touched the vine, stabbing and blazing, and in a short time, it burned a small branch of the black prison vine into charcoal.

"Useful ......"

Before the words fell, the smile on Ye Luo's face stiffened, and she saw that the scorched part of the Black Prison Vine began to regenerate, and new branches were drawn out at a speed visible to the naked eye, burning out one vine, and growing two, and burning out two vines, growing four longer and thicker ones.

In less than a minute, the scope of the Black Prison Vine had expanded a bit.

Ye Luo's brows furrowed.

She felt that the problem was more difficult than she could have imagined.

She took out the shotgun, loaded it with a frenzy, and shot it three times, shattering the black prison vine in a radius of about ten meters.

At the fracture of the vine, black juice flowed out, exuding a fishy smell, like black blood, seeping into the ground, and being reabsorbed by the roots of the black prison vine.

"Holy!"

Ye Luo couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

The flame spirit trick didn't work, and the shotgun-bullet-gun didn't work, so she used the ice magic trick and pinched it, freezing a small piece of vines.

"Snort"

"Bang"

"Crackle"

Although the growth rate of the frozen black prison vine slowed down, the spikes on it quickly pierced the frozen layer, broke through into the atmosphere, and regained its freedom.

In order to prevent it from growing wildly, Ye Luo could only continuously consume the mad qi, using fire for a while, ice for a while, and earth for a while, continuously attacking the branches of the Black Prison Vine. However, it is difficult to defeat thousands of vines with two fists, and this method of treating the symptoms but not the root cause not only makes Ye Luo extremely depleted, but also unable to "weed".

He was busy until sunset, until Ye Luo's whole body was full of seventy percent of the wild energy, and he was sweating and panting, and the growth momentum of the Black Prison Vine was slightly curbed. From three acres of land, it has been narrowed down to two acres.

Seeing the twilight and the branches on the moon, Ye Luo sat down, and just wanted to rest for two minutes, tragedy happened-

This is the range behind the first peak. Relatively remote.

In this area, there are many spiritual trees and spiritual fruits. The black prison vine stretched out its "claws", hooked a hundred-year-old cedar tree, and the black thorn inserted into the trunk of the tree, absorbing the essence of the spirit wood, and at the same time sucking up the sap of the second-grade spirit wood shirt ginkgo knotted on the tree.

A hundred-year-old shirt.

A evening primrose.

A tea mushroom.

A piece of snow potato.