"Senior sister!" Feitian exclaimed: "How can it! ”

"What do you see?" Ask in vain.

"Just a glimpse, dark and light!" Speaking of what he saw just now, Zhenyan had palpitations, but he also inexplicably yearned.

"Mantra!" A word of caution.

"Senior brother, I know, you don't have to persuade me. Whether they can come out is still a question, so let's decide for now! "The mantra doesn't want to say much.

Lei Greedy Fire secretly glanced at his master, and found that the other party was looking at him, so he turned his head back in fright.

……

The scene of half of the withered glory in the four-layer orb made Zhang Xiaofo and Chen Ran at a loss.

"Old monk, how should we pass the test?" Chen Ran asked.

"Sit in dry meditation until the dead wood is spring!" The old monk's answer was weak.

"How long will that take?" Chen Ran obviously didn't understand the meaning of sitting in dry meditation.

"The poor monk has been practicing here for thirty years before he can achieve this fruit!" The old monk kindly reminded that the intact half was as pure as jade, and the other half was withered like an evil ghost.

"Thirty years?" Chen Ran repeated it and said with great certainty: "Little Buddha, I hate monks!" ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Xiaofo walked over to the old monk and observed it closely: "This doesn't seem to be logical. People are so thin that they don't die yet? ”

"The poor monk cultivates sitting dry meditation, and if the god is not like it, he will not die!" Deadwood seems to be a good teacher.

"Isn't it too strange for me to say that the monks of Dajue Temple, it's always this face that makes it difficult for me to regard you as enemies." Chen Ran was very distressed about such a situation: "Besides, I don't have the habit of doing things to the elderly!" ”

"It's mutual!" Zhang Xiaofo suddenly said: "If we had done something to the old man just now, it would have been estimated that he would have died a long time ago." ”

"What do you mean?" Chen Ran hadn't woken up yet.

"There's a balance here. We were polite to the Deadwood Monk, and he had to reciprocate our courtesy. If we don't do it, he can't do it! Zhang Xiaofo further explained: "Because he practiced sitting dry meditation. ”

"Is that so?" Chen Ran immediately asked the old monk: "I thought it was because of the compassion in your heart!" Engage in a long time, and show the wrong feelings! ”

"The poor monk has not lied to you. But here it is. As the benefactor said, I need to maintain balance in my meditation, and if there is a slight deviation, the balance in my body will be broken and I will die directly. The old monk nodded. The intact eyes shook with the movement of the head, and the special brilliance shone: "Just now, if you attacked the moment you saw me, then it is impossible for you to speak now!" I can't attack, but I can trap you! ”

"Little Buddha!" Chen Ran seemed to have discovered something.

Zhang Xiaofo nodded, he also saw it, he thought it was a dry and rotten wood, but he didn't expect that there was a shriveled corpse hidden behind the dead wood. The corpse was sallow, and its shriveled skin was covered with wrinkles like tree bark, making it almost impossible to distinguish from the numerous dead trees without looking closely.

"This monk is so vicious!" Chen Ran was angry: "I said why can I live for so long, it turns out that someone has supplemented him with nourishment!" ”

Chen Ran just said that, but he didn't expect the old monk to stand up, his feet, or not his feet, because he couldn't see the shape of his feet at all, and under the monk's robe were complex dead branches, with green interspersed in the middle, like humanoid trees.

"Hmm!" Zhang Xiaofo was also disgusted: "I didn't expect that Dajue Temple has no class, and even monsters have room to survive." ”

Knowing that he was facing a monster, Zhang Xiaofo seemed to have burst out of his suppressed violent feelings. Ever since he was brought here by the monk who spoke of vain, Zhang Xiaofo felt that he was being controlled by a nameless force, so that he had to follow, and his endurance was about to reach its limit.

"It's disgusting!" Chen Ran slipped his head, but secretly he was quietly on guard.

"I'm nauseous? You humans are disgusting. Have I done anything? He never hurt anyone, but he was cornered. You deserve to die just like those people! ”

As soon as the old monk's words fell, the dead branches on the ground suddenly writhed faster. Layer after layer, circle after circle, Zhang Xiaofo and Chen Ran were firmly surrounded. The dead branches writhed and tossed up and down, like the waves of the brown angry sea,

Zhang Xiaofo knew very well that he couldn't let those dead branches touch him, otherwise something not so pleasant would happen.

"If only there was a fire!" Chen Ran scratched his head: "The preparation is not sufficient, otherwise it would be so enjoyable to set a fire?" ”

"Hide!" Zhang Xiaofo instructed Chen Ran.

"Why? I won't let you risk it alone! Chen Ran definitely disagreed.

"I'm a witch, and what I'm good at is dealing with monsters!" After Zhang Xiaofo finished speaking, he didn't wait for Chen Ran to agree, and rushed forward directly.

Chen Ran wanted to follow but was stopped by a dead branch, and in a blink of an eye, he distanced himself from Zhang Xiaofo: "Obviously about the same length of legs, why are they faster than me!" ”

Zhang Xiaofo's movements were very savage and direct, and he rushed to the old monk at once and gave a hook.

The old monk was beaten to the point that his head was tilted, but his body did not move a bit.

"Who are you?" The old monk couldn't believe it, looked straight at Zhang Xiaofo, who was controlled by his own tree vines, and asked.

"What do you say?" Zhang Xiaofo's eyes became dark.

The old monk saw his reflection in Zhang Xiaofo's eyes: "Wu people! ”

"Yes, I'm a witch!" Zhang Xiaofo sneered, struggling with his hands and feet, trying to get rid of the control of the tree vine. , but the more it is entangled, the tighter it gets.

"Witches? The natural enemies of our monsters? The old monk smiled: "I have never eaten a Wu clan, what do you taste this time." After speaking, two vines pierced into Zhang Xiaofo's body.

The old monk smiled and watched Zhang Xiaofo struggle. But suddenly, the two branches inserted into Zhang Xiaofo's body turned into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What's going on?" The old monk was not lightly injured, and green liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"I don't know, it looks like the blood of the Wu people is ** for you!" Zhang Xiaofo also understood.

"Wu people!" The old monk's voice was very poignant.

"Chance!" Chen Ran rushed over from behind, took off his clothes and twisted them into a rope, and put them around the old monk's neck.

Zhang Xiaofo understood, and immediately worked with Chen Ran, one person with one head, one foot on the old monk's back, and worked together.

The old monk resisted desperately, but Zhang Xiaofo and Chen Ran fought with all their strength.

Soon the old monk lowered his hands and did not move.

"I'm so tired!" Chen Ran blew the red mark that was strangled in his hand, and said distressedly: "My hand is the surgeon's hand, I have to protect it!" ”

"Why haven't we left yet?" Zhang Xiaofo was thinking about another thing. Since the old monk of the tree monster is dead, why don't they go to the fifth layer?

"What?" Chen Ran also noticed the abnormality. The scene became very chaotic, and the withering and glory were mixed together, forming a new pattern.