More than ten hours later, the iron slag was in big trouble. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info middle-aged man began to have a fever, and his mind gradually blurred. This is a sign of excessive blood loss and inflammation of the wound. Iron slag has no medical knowledge, and there is no other way than to give the other party treatment injections.

However, after a few injections, the condition of the middle-aged man still did not improve. His physical fitness is average, and with his age, the fever has not gone away. In desperation, Iron Slag had no choice but to abandon the return voyage and let the other party dock the float boat on a smaller nearby island.

A few hours later, the middle-aged man fell into a complete coma, speaking slurred words, and looked like he was about to die. Iron Slag grabbed the pendant hanging from his chest, looking a little hesitant. There were three life fires in it, but he was reluctant to use them. Spending 12,000 gold coins to save a strange robber is a bit of a waste.

After thinking about it for a long time, he finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth, took out a fire of life, and was about to pierce the other party, but at this moment, he found that the other party was no longer breathing......

He was dumbfounded, losing the pilot meant that he couldn't drive a floating boat. However, it has come to this point, and it is useless to regret it. He quickly calmed down, first looking for the route map and direction gauge to determine his general bearing, and then collecting food and oxygen cylinders.

There is still a day's journey from the main mining area, and it would take about three days to fly with mannous wings. Once there, you should be able to find the mining points of the major powers.

Then, he filled two bottles of oxygen, picked out some compressed biscuits, and then hatched a swarm of soldier ants from the corpse of a middle-aged man, and scattered them to reconnoiter the surrounding situation.

Once he had determined the location of the next island, he immediately spread his membranous wings and flew towards it. Since he couldn't carry too much, otherwise he wouldn't be able to fly, so he didn't have much oxygen and food on his body, which was only enough for four days. The current situation can be said to be very dangerous. Once the oxygen is exhausted, you will face the fate of suffocation.

In addition to this, he was not able to fly for a long time, and every two or three hours, he had to stop and rest for a while.

A little more than two hours later, he flew to an island, retracted his membranous wings, and landed.

This is the fringe area, where a large number of banana plants grow. The leaves hang low, green or red, and the stems are covered with small round holes, and from time to time a thumb-thick mist or two of water is sprayed.

Iron Slag sat down and drank water. He doesn't know about this place, so it's better to have more than less, and it's better not to get close to these strange plants.

He was in a daze, when a strong wind suddenly blew behind his head, and he immediately turned his head and turned his body sideways at the same time.

"Smack!"

In the next second, the grass on the ground was flying, and the sand and stones were rolling. When I looked sideways, it was an arm-thick vine, dark green, shrinking and wriggling like a living thing.

Iron slag was suddenly startled and flew into the air.

"Whew!"

In the mist, a black shadow burst out, like a dancing whip, volleying into the air. Seeing that he couldn't dodge, the iron slag immediately made a decision, drew his knife and slashed it, and a huge force suddenly came from the body of the sword, pushing him backwards and flying. Half of the vine he had cut fell to the ground, tumbling and writhing like a dying python.

"Woo......"

A long cry came from the dense forest, like the song of a bird and the sound of the wind. After a few breaths, he steadied himself, flared his membranous wings, and quickly climbed upwards and flew away from the island.

After a few more hours, the iron slag landed on the edge of the next island. This time he was a little more cautious, grabbing dirt from the ground and throwing it around, and only after making sure it was safe did he sit down to rest.

Looking around, it is a different scene, with a large number of bottle-shaped plants, narrow at the top and bottom, wide in the middle, with few leaves, but very broad, distributed in sheets at the top of the canopy. Overall, it's like a water bottle with leaves stuck in its mouth.

Iron slag recognized that this tree is called the "Aquarius Tree", and the trunk of the tree stores a large amount of sap, which is said to be drinkable, and has a sweet and delicious taste.

After a little hesitation, he went into the woods, found a larger Aquarius tree, pulled out his dagger and stabbed it.

"Sneer......"

A mist of water erupted with a faint sweet scent. Immediately after, a thin column of water erupted.

The iron slag hurriedly opened his mouth to catch it, and the sap was cold and comfortable, like a juice that had been frozen for a long time, which was very delicious.

After drinking for a while, the iron slag wiped his mouth contentedly and began to search around again. It is said that near the Aquarius tree, a plant called the "bread tree" grows.

The bread tree looks just like a regular apple tree, but when the fruit is roasted, it swells and grows, and it tastes like cheese bread.

The forest didn't look dangerous, and he walked around without much trouble.

As he walked, the ground suddenly became empty, revealing the color of dirt. The flowers and trees in the forest seem to have stopped growing in an arc.

Flying to a high place, there was a strange big red flower growing in the middle of the clearing.

The flower was three or four meters long in diameter, and the petals were bright red and delicate, and it seemed to have a magical power that made people want to look closer.

As if a god had sent a ghost, the iron slag slowly flew over. And just when he was still about ten meters away from the flower, he suddenly heard a tingling pain in his mind, as if a needle had pierced it. He immediately woke up and fled as fast as he could.

Nightmare Overlord Flower, one of the most terrifying dream plants in Qiman's dreams.

According to scholars, it can emit a kind of telepathic electrical waves to lure creatures closer, and then gradually absorb the nutrients of the prey with its roots over a long period of time. Once captivated by it, even the powerhouses of the Holy Rank may fall, staring blankly at the petals until they turn into a skeleton.

Recalling the scene just now, the iron slag was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. Without that hint of source power, he would have died.

Now alone, in order to avoid long nights and dreams, he immediately set off and headed for the next island.

For the next thirty hours or so, he hurried until he was too sleepy, and then landed on the edge of an island and was ready to sleep.

The first bottle of oxygen had already been consumed, and he was getting more and more anxious. Until now, he could only be sure that the direction was roughly correct. If the camp is not found in fifty hours, he will die of lack of oxygen.

Thinking of this, he regretted it in his heart. After so many ups and downs, I was a little unwilling to die under a single negligence.

Even though he is in a desperate situation at the moment, he is still a simple person. After sighing, he leaned back on the stone and fell asleep. He's the kind of guy who will be executed tomorrow morning, and tonight he can eat soundly and sleep soundly. Damn it anyway, it's not a big deal.

Wake up and sleep, sleep and wake up, and after seven or eight hours, he eats a few compressed biscuits and moves on.

A few hours later, he dropped the first oxygen cylinder and activated the second.

During this time, in order to save oxygen, he tried to inhale it every three hours, but at two hours and twenty minutes, he felt dizzy and weak, and almost fell into the sea of eternal sleep. With this lesson, he didn't dare to try again, and every time he took oxygen on time.

More than twenty hours later, half of the second bottle of oxygen remained, and the irritability in his heart could not be described in words.

However, the surroundings were still white. He even felt that he had been going around in circles and had never left the starting point.

Suddenly, he came to a small island. It's a small place, as far as you can see at a glance, and in the middle there is a very large banyan tree, with its lush branches and leaves, which shade the sun and the sky, casting a large shadow on the ground. The mist as white as light yarn surrounds it, slowly rising and drifting away. Everything in front of you seems to be a mirage, like a dream, and it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

In this place, often the more beautiful something, the more dangerous it is. He did not dare to approach, but just stayed at the edge of the island to rest.

Soon after I sat down, there was a sudden sound of rustling all around, and then the ground was like boiling water. His face changed dramatically, he spread his wings and flew into the air.

"Boom, Boom, Boom!"

The moment he left the ground, countless tendrils burst out of the ground, one of which was longer, wrapped around his ankle and pulled downward.

Iron Slag immediately drew his machete and slashed downward, cutting off the roots of the tree. But in the next second, more roots came up, and he just cut this side, and that side rolled up again.

He was soon dragged to the ground, and more tendrils emerged from the earth, wrapping in layers at him, and writhing, dragging in the direction of the great banyan tree.

He kicked his feet in the dirt, and with the strength of his waist, he violently broke free from the roots that wrapped around his hands, rounded the straight machete, spun up, and swept out with a knife. With a "smack", he swept away a large number of roots in front of him.

But the roots of the ground seemed to be endless, and as soon as they were cut off here, they surrounded that side again. At the same time, dense roots hung down from the canopy, twisted into several strands, and attacked him.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Iron Slag no longer hesitated, took out a metal pipe from his coat pocket, and stabbed it into his thigh.

Suddenly, the purple-red fluid flowed into the blood vessels and pumped into the atrium, bringing endless power.

"Yay~" A low sigh came from the deepest part of the chest, with unspeakable madness and pleasure.

In the whites of the eyes, blood streaks grew wildly, intertwined and spread with each other. In an instant, the pupils were covered, like weeping blood. This is a demon stimulant obtained from the "killer bee" Bill, which can maximize the potential and burn life.

He exuded a high heat, and his exposed skin glowed with a strange red light, like a red-hot soldering iron. The roots that entwined him, as soon as they touched his skin, made a soft "snort" sound, and a large amount of water vapor came out.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

The next moment, he let out a beastly roar, wielding the machete in his hand, like a whirlwind that destroyed the withering and decaying whirlwind, twisting the surrounding roots and tearing them apart in all directions.

"Gur-la-la-......"

At this time, the big banyan tree not far away suddenly moved, and the crown of the tree swayed, making the sound of branches cracking. In an instant, the dense roots were like a tide, hitting the iron slag.

"Boom!"

The screech of blades piercing the air continued, and a large number of broken roots were thrown into the air and fell backwards.

As if sensing the strength of his prey, Rootsu gave up attacking and retreated.

Under the influence of stimulants, the iron slag that should have been evacuated has already been red-eyed, holding a sword in both hands, chasing the roots and slashing left and right.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the foot of the banyan tree and slashed at the trunk of the tree that several people were hugging, and the bark and sawdust flew in all directions.

"Woo......"

There was a dull hum from above, like a strong wind blowing through a cave, making people's eardrums hurt. I saw him stumbling up, speeding up the canopy, slashing with a straight machete, and chopping the branches and leaves one after another.

"Woo......"

In the center of the canopy, there was a loud bang again. His gaze froze, locked on to the source of the sound, split the roots that stood in front of him, and rushed straight through.

"Woohoo!"

As the sound sounded, the branches and leaves swayed, and they jerked towards the iron slag. But I saw a flash of light, and they all broke together.

The iron slag slashed all the way over, like a bamboo, and the blade in his hand was invincible, and soon reached the center of the canopy.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

There was a burst of agitation from the depths, similar to the beating of a heartbeat. Splitting open the branches and leaves that were blocking the front, a large nodule appeared in front of me. It throbbed, thick veins of water pipes all over it, thickening and thinning with the rhythm of contraction and relaxation.

The iron slag in the rage stabbed straight through the first time, and with a "poof" sound, it went straight to the hilt.

"Woo......"

The loud sound of the wind was deafening, and the whole banyan tree swayed violently, and the branches twitched wildly.

Iron slag was unsteady on his feet and fell from a tree. In mid-air, he flapped his wings and flew to the side.

"Gur-la-la-......"

With a piercing sound of wood cracking, the huge banyan tree actually began to shrink. Looking down, the earth and rocks were tumbling on the ground, and the tree trunks were sinking one by one. In less than half a minute, it shrank into the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye. Where it was, there was only a big crater left.

Iron Slag was so stunned that he forgot to continue the attack. I didn't expect this dream plant to be able to shrink into the ground, it's really strange.

It didn't take long for a wave of fatigue to hit, and the side effects of demon stimulants came. Iron slag's eyelids sank, and he almost fell asleep. He quickly pulled out his dagger and stabbed it into his thigh, keeping himself awake as he unscrewed the oxygen cylinder and gulped in a big breath of oxygen.

After about an hour, he gradually recovered, and was shocked to find that the oxygen cylinder was almost bottoming out.

The oxygen that used to last for more than twenty hours now has only a few minutes left......