The man-eating flower was attacked and became extremely violent, and the flower bones opened like a large mouth, and at the edges were rows of sharp teeth, overwhelming the sky.

The three of them were surrounded in the middle of the sea of flowers, without a trace of retreat, as if they had returned to the medicine garden.

Ming Buping carried the injured monk, and his sword skills slashed out, forming a series of sword qi, and finally turned into dazzling light.

Illuminates the dark primeval ancient forest, and cuts off the petals, branches and leaves of the cannibal flower.

The broken petals and foliage are falling in a row, which is very beautiful, but this damage is completely negligible for the Piranha.

If you cut off one petal, more petals will be born, and if you cut off one branch, more branches and leaves will come flooding in, as if there is no end.

"Were all plants so scary 10,000 years ago?" said Ming Buping in disbelief.

"Ten thousand years ago was the most brilliant era of the cultivation civilization, the way of heaven was complete, and everything could cultivate immortals. Zangtian dodged the attack of the man-eating flower and said: "A grain of dust can reclaim the sea, and a piece of grass can cut off the sun, moon and stars, and the world will be turned upside down in a snap of a finger." The heroes rose together, all the races were numerous, and the saints were vying for hegemony, and the heavens and the earth were in turmoil. ”

"Stop talking nonsense, find a way to escape. Xiyue snorted coldly, and a layer of frost was cast on her beautiful face.

I don't know where she took out a whip, a black whip, and if you look closely, you will find that the whip is dark red, as if it was made of blood coagulation.

There was a faint flame burning on the whip, which was very strange, and the man-eating flowers retreated everywhere they passed.

But after all, her whip can't attack without dead ends, and it will still be attacked by some roots, branches, and leaves.

The uneven sword buzzed incessantly, and the spiritual power poured into it, slashing out horizontally, forming an arm-thick white light, but only a shallow white mark was left on the giant rhizome of the man-eating flower.

"I can't move. Ming Buping said, that was already his strongest sword skill.

"It's all your fault, it's not about saving an irrelevant person. Xiyue said coldly.

Ming Buping was also a little guilty, if it weren't for him saving people, the three of them would have been able to hide their breath and carefully pass the past.

"Be careful. Zangtian shouted, and said with a punch that broke up a green leaf that was attacking the unevenness.

He knows Ming's uneven character, and he has a true chivalrous heart. When you see injustice, you have to draw your sword, let alone see someone asking for help?

The number of man-eating flowers is increasing, blocking all the ways out of the three of them, and as far as the eye can see, there are green rhizomes all around.

"Wind. Zangtian shouted.

There is a wind rising, with a hint of coolness, and a cold and cold power.

In the blink of an eye, the wind was blowing, and the setting moon was dressed in red and fluttered in the wind.

The cannibal flower's "big mouth" trembled, and a silent roar resounded in the soul, as if there was something terrible in the wind.

The petals and green leaf edges begin to turn yellow, dry up, and in an instant they are taken away from all their moisture.

In addition to the cold power that can devour spiritual power, there is also a corrosive force in the wind.

This is the strongest supernatural power that Zangtian can use so far.

Great supernatural powers also mean great consumption.

The spiritual power in the body of the Tibetan Heaven in one breath was consumed, the white jade tortoise shell in the body flickered, and the spiritual power in the regeneration spring erupted.

"Let's go. Zangtian shouted, and the yin wind blew a narrow gap.

The black whip of the setting moon then went away, pumping at both ends of the gap, crackling, and the remnants of flowers and leaves flew endlessly.

After the sound was uneven, the sword qi erupted.

The ferocious man-eating flower started a suicide attack, fierce and domineering, once again blocking the way of the trio.

The spiritual power of the hidden heavens was consumed to the extreme, and the yin wind dissipated.

A man-eating flower opened its mouth and shrouded down from the sky, wanting to devour the Tibetan sky, and the Tibetan sky that the old force had just gone to couldn't hide for a while.

"Don't. "Zangtian is in danger, and Xiyue shouted.

A red glow flashed in his eyes, like lightning, and lightning really set off in his mind, which was the surging power of the divine soul.

After drinking, the huge power of the divine soul formed a coercion, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the ring, and a tingling pain came from his mind.

Yuzuki still can't grasp that power.

For a while, the boundless sea of flowers all stood still.

Ming Buping looked at Xiyue in shock, Xiyue's strength was very strong, but he didn't expect that Xiyue's divine soul power was actually so strong?

Xiyue knelt on the ground, drenched in sweat, panting heavily, she looked at Zangtian and smiled.

A man-eating flower on the head of the Tibetan sky opened its petals, less than a foot away from him, and as long as the petals closed, it could swallow him inside.

The three of them took advantage of the moment when the sea of flowers was still and quickly escaped.

The lower half of the monk's body in Ming Buping's hand was broken at the waist, and he had already passed out when he was rescued, and he should be a disciple of the Haichao Sect.

Ming Buping fed him a pill and stopped the bleeding, even if he was lucky not to die this time, he would not be able to die for the rest of his life if he lost his cultivation.

The sunlight in the ancient forest does not shine in, it is dark all year round, and it is impossible to distinguish between day and night, but fortunately, the monk's eyesight is good and is not affected.

Away from the sea of flowers, the three of them became much more cautious, and encountered many powerful demon beasts on the way, but they all lost their minds, and the three of them hid their breath, but they didn't attract attention.

Demon Island is far less powerful than it was 10,000 years ago, but there are still many dangers.

After a day of aimless walking, there was no direction or goal, and the road ahead was blank.

The monk in Ming Buping's hand let out a faint exhalation and woke up, his face was pale, his eyes were dull, and his memory was still stuck in the moment when he was rescued.

"Ahh

Xiyue decisively sealed his mouth, he could only whine and scream, and his deep voice was more like crying.

Before dying, he desperately tried to survive, but after that, the monks of the Spirit Condensation Realm could not break off their bodies and regenerate, which was the ability to break through the Void Realm.

"What should I do?" Ming Buping asked, he only thought about saving people, he didn't think about what to do after that, the dense forest was full of dangers, and it was obviously not appropriate to carry a seriously injured person, but since he saved him, could he still lose him? That didn't match his sword heart.

Don't hide the sky to make a decision, Yuzuki has already made the best decision.

The wounded monk was still whimpering in pain, and then his eyes widened in disbelief.

It was like a dream for a moment, and then his soul died silently, and the expression of pain froze on his face.

Yes, he died, and Yuzuki fully played her coldness, her ruthlessness.

She made the right choice, though......

"You...... Kill him?" asked Ming Buping, incredulous.

"It's a pain in his life, and he's going to be a drag on us. Xiyue said indifferently, she didn't know why killing someone was so easy for her.

It seems that human life is really worthless in her eyes.

"Then you shouldn't kill him either?" Ming Buping roared angrily, he really couldn't accept Xiyue's cold-blooded killing without blinking: "What's the difference between you and Demon Cultivator?"

Yuzuki glared at him, too lazy to answer his childish question.

The two were at arm's length.

Zangtian stood between the two, he admitted that Xiyue's action was right, and he had the same idea for a moment just now, but if he was allowed to kill someone, he really couldn't do it.

In the end, he is still too kind to see the essence of this world.

Zangtian began to sympathize with Xiyue, although he didn't know what she had been through, but to be able to kill so decisively, the previous experience must have been cruel.

A figure flew in front of him, staggering as if he had suffered a lot.

When I got closer, I saw that the man was a mad knife, the blood on his body had coagulated black, and the big knife was gone, and it seemed that he had been hit hard.

"Let's go. When he saw the three people who were also a little embarrassed, the mad knife shouted.