The golden-ringed vines are like stretched anemones, and their tentacles flutter slowly. Beneath it, the dwarf tree had turned into a pile of ashes, the remains of a freshly gnawed corpse. The ashes of the dwarf trees gradually dissipated, and little by little they turned into nothingness.

The golden-ringed vines lying on it resembled a messy fishing net, and like a gold-ringed spider staring at its prey and ready to pounce.

It saw Ai Hui.

A wave of consciousness full of malice seemed to be a monstrous wave rushing towards him, engulfing Ai Hui in an instant.

In an instant, Ai Hui's cold hair stood on end all over his body, and his back was slightly arched, just like a fried cat, staring at the golden-ringed vines not far ahead.

His face sank like water, his expression was calm, but his heart was awe-inspiring.

What a strong wave!

Only an extremely condensed consciousness can unleash such strong fluctuations.

Whether it is the strength of the flesh or the strength of the Yuan force, Ai Hui cannot be regarded as the top. However, thanks to the cultivation of essence and spirit, such as the cultivation of the sword fetus, coupled with a series of opportunities by accident, Ai Hui's consciousness is so strong that it is difficult to have an opponent in the world. Even the red pupil didn't have much to do with Ai Hui in this regard.

The cultivation of the spirit spirit is very unpopular, and there are only a handful of people who can leave an impression on Ai Hui in this regard.

However, the golden ring vine in front of him had such a condensed and powerful consciousness, which surprised Ai Hui.

Plants with consciousness?

Whether it is the Yuan Plant cultivated by Yuan Xiu, or the Blood Plant cultivated by Blood Cultivation, all kinds of plants that have grown freely in the wilderness, Ai Hui, who claims to be half an expert in plants, has never heard of it.

Unheard!

What's more, it's still such a strong staring consciousness!

None of the desolate beasts had ever had such a condensed and pure consciousness.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Ai Hui would never have believed it.

Thinking back to the process of the golden ring vines devouring the dwarf trees just now, a trace of doubt rose in his heart, could it be that these strange-looking trees and vines were not actually plants, but just strange-looking animals?

The aggressiveness of the Golden Ring Vine far exceeded Ai Hui's expectations. The dwarf tree that had been devoured just now didn't seem to give it half a sense of fullness, and Ai Hui could clearly feel the undisguised hunger and excitement of the golden ring vines, like a beast that had been hungry for a long time seeing a delicious meal.

The Golden Ring Vine was the first to attack.

A vine bounced up like a furious arrow, shooting towards Ai Hui.

Ai Hui, who had been on guard for a long time, was slightly short, and his feet exerted force, flashing the vines that shot at him. His figure spun and turned, flashing through several other bursts of vines in succession, unscathed.

Syllable.

The tip of a dodged vine suddenly broke along the golden ring markings, and dozens of severed vines rushed towards Ai Huidou's hood.

Witnessing how the vines devoured the dwarf trees, Ai Hui had been prepared for this move.

His arms were slightly open, and his fingers flicked like seagulls skimming across the water. Dozens of tiny cyan sword rays shot out from his fingertips, like a cyan flower blooming at his fingertips.

These swords are the size of chopsticks, and they are as green as a stream of autumn water.

When Ai Hui woke up in this strange place, he found that all the equipment on his body had disappeared, and he was bare-handed. However, to his reassurance, his swordsmanship was not only not affected, but became much more powerful. He didn't know if this place was suitable for his swordsmanship, or if his swordsmanship was one step closer.

Moves that used to be more difficult to perform are now easy to perform and much more comfortable. However, for safety reasons, he didn't try those sword moves that were relatively expensive.

Even the sword fetus, which used to require a sword in hand to trigger, has now become extremely lively.

One more sword would be perfect.

There was no sword in his hand, which made Ai Hui a little unaccustomed. He even thought about making a sword himself, even the most rudimentary and crude grass sword. It's a pity that along the way, he didn't come across any materials that could be used to make a sword. The grass here is small and soft, and it is impossible to make a grass sword.

The sword swayed out casually, unspeakably cheerful and free, which made Ai Hui's heart happy.

Each sword struck a severed vine accurately, and none of them missed.

Ai Hui's control was just right, and the sword with the thickness of chopsticks pierced the broken vine, but it did not penetrate through the broken vine, but pushed the broken vine statue to fly out.

Ai Hui was experienced in combat, and although he didn't know what other tricks the Golden Ring Vines had, he knew that it was always safer to keep these broken vines away from him.

Soon Ai Hui realized that his caution was not superfluous at all.

The broken vines that were pierced by the sword burst in unison, turning into dozens of pale red smoke, enveloping Ai Hui's surroundings.

Poisonous?

Ai Hui was excited, and hurriedly held his breath, his fingers together, and pushed his palms outward.

A glimmer of light shimmered around him, and the turbulent air currents swept around him like thunder on the ground.

Waves of air rolled out with pale red smoke.

Ai Hui breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

What is the most dangerous? The unknown is the most dangerous! Everything here is completely unfamiliar to him. So far, everything he has seen is completely beyond his knowledge. When faced with an unknown enemy, the best way to deal with it is not to defeat it, but to avoid it.

Ai Hui took the opportunity to take off.

He was going to flee, away from this dangerous and strange vine.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of golden light.

Oh no! Ai Hui's heart sudden.

In the smoke, dozens of golden halos flew out, roaring towards Ai Hui in mid-air. The golden halos vary in size, from the small ones being slightly thicker than the rings to the larger ones being the size of a table.

Ai Hui thought of the pale golden markings on the gold-ringed vines.

A golden aura shot out from below, like a school of golden swimming fish. He still didn't know what they were, but a strong sense of danger hung over him.

There was no time to think about it, and the rich combat experience made Ai Hui's body react instinctively.

I saw that his ascent speed increased sharply, and his figure turned into a phantom, like a faint light smoke, and disappeared into the air. But the next moment, higher in the sky, Ai Hui suddenly drilled out from above and dived downward.

From the ascent to the dive, there is no warning in between, no buffer, and the whole picture is counterintuitive and extremely uncomfortable.

The gold-ringed vines on the ground seemed to feel danger, and all the vines danced wildly, and the golden markings on the vines lit up at the same time, like rings full of golden glow for the long vines.

The golden aura rapidly brightens and grows.

Ai Hui, who was diving, turned a blind eye, without the slightest intention of dodging, and his speed increased instead of decreasing.

The fingers are like swords, and they are light and picked.

A hazy glow lit up in front of his fingertips. A different color flashed in Ai Hui's eyes, cyan, different from before.

There was no time for him to think about it.

The light in front of the fingertips was hazy and soft, like a cyan light veil provoked by a long sword, stretching and fluttering, rising against the storm.

The golden aura that was in hot pursuit collided headlong with the soft cyan veil.

The imaginary collision did not happen, and the golden aura effortlessly rushed into the green yarn, and the light yarn was wrinkled in layers, like ripples on the surface of the water. In the graceful ripples, wisps of green mist surround the golden halo, like a soft silk wrapped around the golden ring.

The golden aura seemed to know that something was wrong, and the light skyrocketed. But no matter how they rush left and right, the green yarn, thinner than paper, always surrounds them.

Rumble!

A golden aura suddenly burst open, and the bright golden light was like countless light thorns. The other golden halos also exploded at the same time, and there were suddenly many more suns in the light veil.

But soon the light of these "suns" dimmed. A faint blue mist swarmed from all directions, enveloping the golden light and turning into a ball of cyan mist.

Suddenly, the fog dispersed, and the cyan fog ball was empty, and the light yarn returned to its original state.

Hey, it's not the same as before.

Ai Hui was a little surprised in his heart, it was obviously a familiar [Flying Fire Yarn], and the effect was completely different from before.

However, this is not the time to think about it, and a strong killing intent is like a substance, like a cold wind of death blowing from hell, rushing towards you from below.

The swooping Ai Hui felt a pang in his heart.

The vines on the ground like a group of snakes suddenly raised all the vines, the roots were straight, straight as a sword, and they all brushed Ai Hui to the sky. On the straight vines, the golden halo shines brightly and dazzlingly, even from high in the sky.

Bang, a muffled sound.

On the straight vines, all the golden halos were like taut leather bands that suddenly broke at the same time, and the crisp cracking sound gathered together, low and solemn, breathtaking.

Ai Hui only felt that a dazzling golden light suddenly lit up in front of him, and there was a rain of golden arrows!

A Dao Senran's sharp intent was like substance, and Ai Hui had an illusion, as if countless sharp blades had touched his body, and his internal organs were about to be pierced into a thousand holes.

What a pure consciousness! What a domineering momentum!

Ai Hui raised his eyebrows, and suddenly a little bit of a desire to win. Momentum is born from the heart, and momentum and spirit have a direct relationship. In the cultivation of the spirit and spirit, Ai Hui had never met an opponent. Didn't meet any decent opponents either, it's very secluded territory.

Suddenly encountering such a tempered extremely strong consciousness, Ai Hui couldn't help but feel competitive.

The sword moved at will, and the fluttering and spreading cyan veil suddenly began to retract, like a huge green umbrella retracting. The cyan sword light like a veil and a mist tightly wrapped around Ai Hui and turned into a cyan mist. The sword was so thick that Ai Hui's figure could not be seen.

This is purely Ai Hui's improvisation.

Ai Hui, who was competitive, felt that the [Flying Fire Yarn] in his hand was a little insufficient, and wanted to change further, so he subconsciously gathered all the swords.

But...... What's next?

Ai Hui, who had no mature ideas, didn't know what to do for a while when he saw the sword that was collected by himself.

The golden arrow rain approached rapidly, and Sen Ran's sharp intent became more and more intense, and Ai Hui even gave birth to a bit of a tingling texture. He had no doubt about the power of the rain of arrows, and if he couldn't come up with a good solution, the rain of arrows would surely shoot him into a sieve.

Mist...... Mist...... Tumbling mist......

Ai Hui suddenly felt that the tumbling mist was a little familiar.

Sword Fetus!

Own sword fetus...... Isn't it very similar to this fog?

It was as if a bolt of lightning exploded in his mind, and Ai Hui instantly grasped the key.

Zheng!

The sword roared suddenly, and the clear and more out of the hustle and bustle, the sound was endless, and the torrential rain hit the plantains.