In the dim and dull sky, there seemed to be some fog, and there was a trace of invisible mist flowing, hazy, and the night was like a devouring beast, waiting for the flaws of the prey, and then suddenly showing its fangs.

Wang Rongrong has been sitting quietly on the ground, motionless, so not worried, his face is flat, occasionally revealing deep tiredness, but after pranayama again and again, his breath gradually stabilized, and it seems more and more quiet, but his mouth is chewing sonorously and powerfully, interrupting the seemingly calm meditation like water.

Yan Mengran and the two of them on the side, holding their hearts and hanging their gall, sometimes breathing, their eyes widened, sometimes they couldn't bear to look at them directly, and sometimes they breathed a long sigh of relief and put their hearts at ease.

And Yang Wei, who was in a deep crisis in the distance, was always calm, calmly analyzing, looking for countermeasures, and ten thousand sword rains shot at the surface of the cylinder, the sharp and piercing roar, and the stems and leaves that made people unable to adapt to it, were unharmed, but the sword rain pierced the force and landed directly in the cylinder, like fighting cattle across the mountain.

Although there are layers of isolation of stems and leaves, the power of the sword rain has dropped to less than sixty percent, but the endless strand, each black grass stem, like a spear of several zhang, shot into the body, the force of colic in the heart, makes people feel like pins and needles, the internal organs are like being stabbed by a sword, suffering the pain of penetration, and can't help but howl, the voice is a little hoarse, but it is particularly harsh.

The blood foam in Yang Wei's mouth flew sideways again and again, the clothes on the surface of his body were already full of holes, tattered, not complete, there was no part of his body intact, there was red and swollen everywhere, the skin and flesh were swollen, atrophied, and even more sparse, it was very terrifying like the pain of pulling out the tongue, burning the heart, and the pain was unbearable.

However, he had already suffered the pain of broken muscles and bones, and he had already had a certain ability to endure it, and his swollen face was as if he had been pierced by a honeycomb, and his fist-sized bruises, redness and swelling were not at all as chic and dignified as before.

Yan Mengran from the outside world raised his heart to his throat in unison, making people speechless, with a look of fear, listening to the screams, cold, unconsciously embracing their arms, wanting to absorb a little warmth.

And the sword rain-like black grass stems slowly contracted, the curved stems and leaves receded like a tide, the purple lines on the ground bloomed, and the brilliance penetrated deep into the ground and disappeared into invisibility, but Yan Mengran knew that the real horror was coming.

Just now it was just an appetizer, the sword rain will be more and more terrifying every time, as Yang Wei stays in the black grass, the more the sword rain will gather, and the black grass in the distance is slowly moving to this side, like a formation of troops, with more and more neat teams, the power will become more and more terrifying.

Yang Wei held two chains in each hand and once again burst out with a terrifying pull, pulling the black grass stems and leaves close to his whole body, leaving no gaps, holding the black stems and leaves with both palms, and the pink peach blossoms in his body jumped out again and drilled into the black grass's body.

Those mottled white marks, swallowed by the pink smoke and swallowed by the whale, withered again, and within a few breaths, they were already wilted and inactive, like dead leaves scorched by the hot sun, losing moisture.

Yang Wei pulled violently, and the scorched cylindrical black grass turned into a black snowflake, dancing, rising and falling under the black grass swaying in the sky.

The four chains in the hand are like dozens of zhang arms, extremely flexible, driven at will, sometimes spiraling, winding and binding the black grass, sometimes turning into several straight horizontal bars, like iron cables across the river, isolating a swarm of black grass from the body, or like a ten-zhang long sword, with the rotation of the body, like a meat grinder, drawing an arc of about ten zhang, freezing the black grass that touches.

The light-colored peach blossoms turned into countless fine invisible particles again and again, contaminated with mutated black grass, rushing into it, swallowing the vitality of the wood thunder.

Yang Weile was in it, completely forgetting the time, with the carrying of the peach blossoms, he was obviously aware of the orderly growth of the peach blossoms, the color became lighter and lighter, and finally became more and more white.

Half an hour passed in a flash, and the black grass within a radius of ten zhang was under Yang Wei's peach blossoms, like a mouse touching a cat, and fled out, but unfortunately, in Yang Wei's eyes, these are sweet and delicious delicacies, how can they be so easy to escape.

Again and again, he endured ten thousand swords piercing his heart, without saying a word, as if he was accustomed to it, indifferent, and he only had indifference in his eyes, and he had no scruples.

The trap had already been laid, and he went deep into the center of the black grass, not to mention, the four cold red demon chains had already been thrown out by him, falling ten zhang away like an arc, and the four chains were connected end to end, forming a circle with a radius of about five zhang.

The heart urged the runes on the Yin Cold Red Demon Chain, and the four pure white spirit cores emitted a shining white light, and their hands were pressed on the ground together, completely ignoring the siege of the black grass, and an extremely cold qi erupted from the four chains, several zhang deep into the ground, and several zhang high on the ground, like a white ice crystal enchantment, isolated from the outside world.

In the peach blossoms, the white spots in the black grass are absorbed again and again, and the black grass is turned into ashes and escaped. The rest were spiritual, and when they fled, they touched Yang Wei's ice crystal enchantment, and they were blocked by the cold ice qi, and their movements were slightly sluggish.

The bursting black grass once again glowed with a new body, very fast, but it was swallowing white spots one after another. In the middle of the sound, the black grass from the panic, full of spirituality lined up in columns, rows, like an army, and then the purple lines on the ground gradually dimmed.

As soon as Yang Wei looked at it, he knew that the strange purple veins were transmitting thunder vitality towards the black grass, promoting the further evolution of the black grass. The black grass instantly turned into countless sharp green thorns, which looked extremely magnificent and magnificent, and the atmosphere was magnificent, and they all flew out in unison, like thousands of arrows off the string, and the ice crystal enchantment was instantly crushed, and the ice crystals flying in the sky were like fleeting stars, shiny.

Yang Wei was not angry, knowing that it was difficult to trap the black grass with this chain alone, but he just wanted to buy some more time, and at this moment the goal had been achieved, although the black grass had already escaped from a hundred zhang away.

However, the pink particles that he planted had already burrowed into some of the black grasses, just waiting for them to take root and sprout, and the harvest was in full swing.

Yang Wei sat on the ground, waiting for the flowers to bloom.

A cool wind struck, making the skin blue and face swollen, and every inch of the whole body was completely complete Yang Wei was a little comfortable and cool, during this period, there were four or five waves of wood thunder qi, which was released into the qi sea acupoint.

The mind sank into it, with a cold and cruel color, although extremely disgusted with the dove occupying the magpie's nest of this thing, but at the same time there was a trace of fantasy in the depths of his heart, vainly trying to one day turn this object into his own use, that is not a sharp weapon. It's a pity that this thing is not within his control at all, and it will be invaded by dead air at any time, and there are many dangers.

In the Qi Sea Cave, a gray eye suddenly realized, and the eyes that had been closed and recuperated floated in the air, and the thoughts that were quietly thinking were startled by the sudden power of the mind.

Then it suddenly condensed, and streams of gray mist revolved around the gray eye sockets, and the farther out, the faster the rotation speed, like a car that had just started, a few breaths were already full, and the speed soared, rushing towards Yang Wei's mind.

Feeling that the crisis was approaching, Yang Wei immediately withdrew from the Qi Sea Cave. However, in the first few moments of entering it, I already have a general understanding. Looking at the clusters of white light spots, swaying in the holes, as if afraid of the gray mist, far away.

And the gray eyes don't seem to care, ignoring the white spots, as if they are a little boring for this kind of chase game, although the two are incompatible, but what can they do? After all, the two are incompatible, whoever touches everyone is a gray nose, there is no need, even if there is dominance?

There is nothing to be fished out of the white spot, as long as it curls up obediently, does not do any amazing moves, and does not care about the few sporadic and strange vitality, the most important thing for the gray eye at present is to escape from this cage, which is very important for it, here, it cannot grow at all, and it is not happy with it.

After all, this space was the space of life at the beginning, and it was quite unprofitable for gray eyes, although it slowly adapted, but it was still disgusted, not to mention, there were people outside who made it a great shame, people who made it unforgettable for life, and people who made it fearful, so they didn't care about the white spots.

After Yang Wei figured everything out, he felt that the pink particles were already full, and under the call of his mind, a large area of scorching appeared in front of several people's eyes, and the pink particles visible to the naked eye poured into Yang Wei's body, and after the pink particles rushed out of the black grass, the black grass lost its activity, turned into dead things, and turned into ashes.

Yang Wei looked around, most of the black grass that had disintegrated had either turned into ashes, or was hidden but not revealed, buried deep in the soil, and did not dare to show its head at all.

Yang Wei saw that it was almost the same, the light pink peach blossom in his body spiraled for three weeks, and after releasing a lot of vitality, a touch of white light rushed towards the various crevices and corners around his body, moistening the somewhat tattered remnants, and under the power of that somewhat wonderful wood thunder, it was reborn, like a new branch that had just spit out tender shoots, squeezing out the already withered branches.

Dead skin and blood stasis are squeezed out by the new blood, drops of black wastewater are pressed out from the whole body, the old and dead epidermis is squeezed out by the new skin, the whole person is like a snake molting, the skin is white and bright again, as if it has been maintained, and it is not at all obvious that he is a warrior who fights bloodily and wanders around life and death.

Yan Mengran looked at the gloomy purple lines, the light was weak and inaudible, there was nothing, and it was swayed and dazzling before it appeared, and she had to sigh that Yang Wei was weird and unpredictable, it was really weird, and she couldn't notice it at all.

Ghost pattern Huang Chan stared at Yang Wei deeply, her expression was checked, the vitality hidden in the pink particles, although she was incarnated into tens of millions, was weak and abnormal, but once the tens of millions of particles were fused, she had to take a breath.

"If this is the case, then why is this person afraid of life and death, under normal circumstances, wouldn't it be possible to move his head and live", he secretly lined his heart.

Wang Rongrong was like a big nerve, "Haha, yes, Brother Yang fought this battle beautifully, like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, looking down on the majesty of the common people, I am afraid that the spiritual master has the strength to fight." ”

Yang Wei smiled, he didn't take it seriously, he knew how many pounds and taels he had, and he still had two things to say about the top real babies of the older generation, not to mention the spiritual master, like a marionette, kneading and slaughtering by others.