Ai Hui ran wildly all the way.

Behind him, a shrub covered with small red fruits was in pursuit.

He was now ashamed of his naïve and naïve ideas. Ai Hui, who thought that he could kill the Quartet by cultivating the ghost sword, was soon taught to be a human being by all kinds of strange plants.

These plants are really getting stranger and stranger, subverting Ai Hui's imagination, such as this shrub chasing him.

When he first saw the shrub, Ai Hui was attracted by the fruit hanging from the shrub. The red fruit hangs all over the branches, full and delicate, and the air is filled with a strange sweet fragrance, which is very tempting.

But......

Ai Hui, who was running wildly, suddenly had an alarm in his heart, and jumped to the side suddenly. A red fruit swished and flew past his cheek, its power was incomparably great, and the strong air currents made Ai Hui's cheeks ache.

Rumble!

The blazing orange-red flame suddenly lit up, and it was a powerful explosion when the red fruit hit the ground. The raging air currents made Ai Hui feel like a boat in a storm, barely able to stabilize his body.

When he first took the face, Ai Hui didn't know the depth, and used the ghost sword to block the red fruit, and as a result, even the person with the sword was thrown out sixty or seventy zhang away. Covered in smoke and fire, he was like a miner digging coal, and the ghost sword was also greatly injured and much bleaker.

Ai Hui, who had suffered a lot, didn't say a word, he ran away, and after a while, he heard movement behind him, and when he looked back, his soul suddenly flew away.

The shrubs broke free from the ground, and the seven or eight roots and tendrils that were still hanging from the rocks moved quickly, like the feet of spiders and centipedes. Its movements were swift and flexible, and Ai Hui, who could not fly, changed direction continuously, and could not get rid of it.

Ai Hui almost scolded his mother, is it still a plant or not? Can you do your duty and make a plant with peace of mind?

Chasing until now, the bomb bush has no intention of giving up.

The wind behind me came again.

In mid-air, Ai Hui's eyes jumped, and he screamed: "Sword!"

The ghost swords that surrounded him appeared in front of him, spreading out one after another, like a pontoon bridge. Ai Hui's body folded, jumped on the ghost sword pontoon, and stepped on the sword body, like a dexterous tanuki, running wildly with his strength.

Boom Boom!

The position just now was shrouded in orange flames, and Ai Hui only felt a strong force pushing from his back. He did not resist at all, but instead took the force and slammed forward.

Whoosh, he burst into shape, taking the opportunity to distance himself from the bushes.

Finally getting rid of this bomb bush, Ai Hui breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The power of the red fruit is amazing, and hard resistance will only be discouraged.

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

Ai Hui couldn't help but raise his head, hiss, he couldn't help but gasp.

A large green cloud was slowly drifting in his direction, obscuring the sky and casting huge shadows.

An inexplicable sense of danger rose in Ai Hui's heart, and almost at the same time, the ghost swords around him buzzed and vibrated as they warned him. Ai Hui did not hesitate at all, and his feet violently exerted force, like an arrow off the string, rushing forward frantically.

The green clouds above his head began to slowly fall, and the shadows that shrouded him became thicker and thicker, and Ai Hui's sense of danger became more and more intense, so strong that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. The clouds are not falling slowly, but they look a little sluggish because of their size.

Boom Boom!

A series of explosions sounded behind him, Ai Hui didn't dare to look back, he rushed out with all his might!

If he could see the scene behind him, he would be glad that he had made the right decision.

When the green clouds drift in, the shrubs also sense the danger. It quickly moved the roots of the tree and rushed in the direction of its nest. But soon it realized that it was futile, and that the shadows in front of it were endless, like an abyss leading to hell.

At this moment, the green clouds are less than twenty feet above the ground.

It's like an endless wall, slowly pressing down from the sky, trying to press everything into a cake.

The bush stopped running away, and it shook its branches violently, and the red fruits left the treetops and rained down on the green clouds.

Boom Boom!

Clusters of orange light lit up, and the shock wave of the powerful explosion became even more terrifying in the small space, blowing the bushes hundreds of feet away.

On the clouds, green bubbles suddenly bulged, and the boundless green clouds were like soft and tough green soft rubber.

The clouds were getting lower and lower, and Ai Hui felt like it was almost touching the top of his head, which made him have to bend his head.

It was completely dark, and only a glimmer of light remained in front of them.

It's almost too late!

Ai Hui took a breath, pinched the sword technique in his hand, and the ghost sword around him lit up. They gathered in front of Ai Hui, spinning at high speed, like an open umbrella, the tip of the umbrella pointing forward.

The light of the tips of the eight ghost swords suddenly brightened, and the umbrellas slammed shut.

The moment the eight swords became one, Ai Hui grabbed the hilt of the sword with both palms.

I saw a little light light in the darkness, hissing, slightly like the wind, like a meteor flashing away, clinging to the ground, and burrowing into the narrow gap of light in the place with great speed.

A faint sword light flew out from beneath the thick clouds.

Ai Hui, who was running wildly, suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, and he rushed out of the range shrouded in the clouds!

With a sneer, the sword plowed across the ground, and a straight pit stretched behind Ai Hui. The sword flew out three or four miles before it stopped. When Ai Hui landed, he only felt top-heavy and his feet were weak.

After a moment, he came back to his senses and looked behind him.

A huge sea of green, presented in front of him, with no end in sight. If he hadn't seen it fall from the sky with his own eyes, Ai Hui would have thought that he had encountered a sea of grass.

He cautiously approached to see clearly. It's not grass at all, it's like an algae. They look limp, slender like hair, tangled together. The thickness of more than 100 zhang makes them extremely terrifying.

On the flat green sea, bulges of different sizes bulge, as if something was squirming and struggling desperately.

Ai Hui guessed that it was a plant that had not escaped.

Waves began to rise on the green sea, and it was the green algae that swarmed towards the bulging buns.

Even Ai Hui is well-informed, and the scene in front of him can be called terrifying.

The bomb bushes that made Ai Hui flee from the desert did not break free from the devouring of the sea of green clouds. In fact, as far as Ai Hui could see, he didn't see a single plant that had escaped.

Gradually, the turbulent sea of green algae calmed down, smoothing out like an ironed carpet, with no tiny folds in sight.

During the whole process, Ai Hui did not make any superfluous movements. He knew very well that the behemoth in front of him was definitely not the object he could provoke. In this strange world of plants, this thing is definitely at the top of the food chain.

The green algae clouds that had subsided began to slowly drift away from the ground and towards the sky.

High in the sky, its spread form began to shrink and close. After a while, it turns into a green mountain floating in the air. It continues to rise and eventually becomes an inconspicuous little black dot.

Ai Hui, who witnessed the whole process, decided to watch out for danger from the sky in the future.

As it turned out, this decision was the right one.

Later, in a heavy blue snowfall, Ai Hui saw how the algae clouds spread out and intercepted all the snowflakes in an area of hundreds of acres.

This thrilling experience also made Ai Hui no longer dare to be careless.

I don't know if Ai Hui has become alert to the sky, he has vaguely felt the end of the sky several times, as if a wisp of consciousness is secretly watching him. But when he tried to catch the fluctuations, he found nothing.

Is there something powerful about it?

He wanted to fly into the depths of the sky and see what was there. It's a pity that he can't fly now.

The place where he first woke up should be the border of this world, where there is nothing and desolate, so thin that there is nothing. And now, he seems to be heading towards the center of the world, and he can feel the pressure everywhere.

He felt like he was in the water.

This invisible pressure made Ai Hui feel a little struggling. Not only was he unable to fly, but his consumption increased dramatically no matter what he did. He had to constantly strengthen the ghost sword to be able to adapt to the increasing pressure.

When he feels a little struggling, he pulls back a bit. Look for those plants that he can defeat and increase his strength.

Now his number of ghost swords has increased to sixteen, which is a big leap for him.

But the plants he encounters are also becoming more and more dangerous and powerful.

The reason why they are still called plants is more of Ai Hui's habit. These strange creatures, except for their appearance like plants, are more like dangerous predators.

Almost all the plants that Ai Hui encounters now can move freely.

Ai Hui's pressure increased greatly.

This means that although he is still a hunter, he will also become prey for other plants. He needs to be vigilant at all times, no matter what time it is. Fortunately, this is what he is good at, and he sometimes has the illusion that he has returned to the days when he first entered the wilderness and worked as a coolie.

All dangers are unknown.

He carefully cleaned up the wreckage on the ground, the thorn had taken a great deal of effort. On the black thorn strips, the blue spikes are densely packed, and small arcs can be seen shining on them from time to time.

This was the first plant that Ai Hui had encountered that could discharge electricity, and he was very interested.

A ghost sword approached a blue thorn, snapped, and a small arc of electricity struck the ghost sword. A slight feeling of paralysis came, and Ai Hui remained motionless, he was carefully comprehending.

After a while, he tried it a few more times with the ghost sword, thoughtfully.

So he made a bold gesture and put his fingers on the thorns.

Sting!

A dazzling arc of lightning lit up on the thorn strip, like a spiritual snake, wrapped around Ai Hui's fingers and submerged into Ai Hui's body. The thorn strip, which had just lost its breath, suddenly came to life and rolled towards Ai Hui. The dense blue thorns on the thorn strips shone dangerously brightly.

At this moment, suddenly an even more dazzling arc of lightning erupted from Ai Hui's fingers, shooting into the thorn strip.

The raised thorn strips froze abruptly, and countless arcs of electricity refracted and swirled along the blue thorns, and the tips of the blue thorns burst one after another.

I don't know when, Ai Hui's eyes were shrouded in a layer of fine blue arcs, not angry but mighty.

The swords are intertwined, and the thorns are broken.

The ghost sword floating around Ai Hui's body, and dense thunder and lightning appeared on the sword body.