The edge of the primeval forest, which is full of strange atmosphere, is full of endless artificial glass, and there is no end in sight?

This scene is full of black humor just thinking about it.

After a few more glances, Zhou Yang found that these glasses were obviously extraordinary, from top to bottom, a whole piece was more than five meters high, and the scale was magnificent. It doesn't look fragile like ordinary glass, but has a dull gray color throughout.

In the process of fighting, there was no aftermath hitting the glass, let alone cracks, and there was no shaking. Obviously, the hardness is extraordinary, even much higher than that of so-called tempered glass.

It's right to think about it, there are even strange creatures such as man-eating plants in this forest, and they can grow to such a huge size, there must be many large beasts. Ordinary glass really doesn't work.

The glass forms a wall around the perimeter of the forest, enclosing the entire forest in the center.

Zhou Yang raised his head and carefully looked at the end of the upper end of the glass, and found that there were no gaps there. A pale blue ceiling is attached. What's even more amazing is that the ceiling will slowly change color.

Zhou Yang was a little surprised, glanced around along the ceiling, looked back at the direction of the sun, and suddenly took a deep breath.

This forest is not naturally formed at all, but is located indoors!

The sky they saw before, the sun, was actually a simulated scene from the ceiling.

The pale blue sky is constantly bright, clouds drifting by, and the sun can even move with the passage of time.

The people who built this place are either geniuses or idle sore psychopaths!

Zhou Yang cursed secretly in his heart, but he was already vaguely worried, and he couldn't figure out what the current situation was. It's not so much a forest as a prison, a simulated prison with a lot of realism.

"Mr. Zhou, come and help!"

The anxious shouts brought Zhou Yang's gaze back to the battlefield.

With a scream, one of the people in the battle fell in a pool of blood on the spot, and the brilliance on his body gradually dimmed.

Zhou Yang raised his eyebrows.

At present, there are only two people and one monster left in the warband.

Both of them are old acquaintances, who have just joined the wild land of the war group, and Wang Tao, who has the deepest cultivation, but the shape of this monster is a little strange.

It was simply beyond the scope of Zhou Yang's cognition, the main body of this monster was a lump of black fat, with no hands or feet, except for two tentacles growing on the top, and there were eyes on it that were rolling around in a hurry. On the side of the body, hundreds of translucent tentacles protrude from the current situation.

Zhou Yang really didn't want to call it a tentacle, he didn't have a bit of domineering at all, but was as slender as possible, just like more than a hundred kite strings fluttering back and forth.

Just after a brief glance, Zhou Yang didn't dare to underestimate it. Because these tentacles are fast to move, and the translucent shape is simply unguardable.

Wild Earth summoned dozens of clay awls from the ground, but before they could fly in front of them, they were cleanly cut into pieces as soon as they touched the silky tentacles.

These inconspicuous tentacles look incredibly sharp. Zhou Yang blinked, as if he wanted to understand how the big-headed monster died just now.

This side of the wild land is in a fierce style, while on the other side, Wang Tao is taking the road to simplicity.

He still stood in place, but such an inconspicuous office worker-like man seemed to have an aura of merging with the earth.

The dirt behind him seemed to be brought to life, transforming into the shape of a monster with teeth and claws, holding him firmly in the center.

No matter how hard the soil and stone are, once they collide with these silk threads, they will be cut piecemeal. But in the next quarter of an hour, it can always be reabsorbed back and fill the gap again.

But judging from the current situation, this monster is too strong, or too weird, and neither of them has come up with a suitable way to deal with it. It only maintained a stalemate, and if it continued like this, sooner or later it would be depleted of aura. In desperation, he asked Zhou Yang for help.

Zhou Yang only glanced at it a few times, and he had a rough idea of this monster's doorway.

With a wave of his hand, the fire attribute puppet that followed closely behind him rose into the air, and with an expressionless face, he flicked his fingers with both hands in succession, conjuring up a sea of fire and rushing straight at the monster.

"I'll rub!"

But before the offensive arrived, the first thing to be frightened was the wild soil.

This guy hurriedly took off into the air, flew out of more than ten meters, and looked at everything in front of him in horror.

What's the situation, is this thing still a puppet? This wave of offensive can basically make the monks in the late stage of the Yuanhua Realm retreat.

Moreover, Zhou Yang was obviously an earth-attribute monk, how could he control the puppet to release such a strong fire attribute spell?

Not to mention him, even Zhou Yang himself was scared.

Since the last time he cooperated with Yan Baichuan and killed Old Man Shi, Zhou Yang basically hasn't made a move.

During this period of time, the cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, coupled with the continuous consolidation, and unconsciously, the power of the manipulating puppet has increased by several orders of magnitude.

Moreover, puppets are not the same as ordinary human immortal cultivators. Because it is a dead thing, it has stronger explosive power, and it can vent more than half of the aura in the body in an instant. Of course, the power of the shot is not the same.

However, ordinary people will not adopt such a loser and rough style of play, that is, Zhou Yang dares not to cherish it.

A puppet's aura is exhausted? I'm afraid of hair, and there are dozens of them in my pocket!

So many puppets took turns to fight, and the opponent was consumed to death.

But today, it is clear that Zhou Yang has met an opponent.

The monsters on the ground were also startled when they first saw the sea of fire.

I saw hundreds of silk-like tentacles collectively long, blocking in front of me in the form of a net.

It's amazing that these slender silk threads are not even afraid of fire.

The originally intact and menacing flames rushed in front of him, and were cut to the ground by the tentacles, and the momentum also weakened.

Even so, there were quite a few fragments of sparks that fell on the monster's body, making a "zila-la" sound. It seems that its skin is not invulnerable.

The monster wailed in pain, but the eyes at the top began to become blood-red and irritable. You can tell it's angry.

"This is not a solution, we have to find a way to fix its tentacles, and then use the fire spell to kill the body. ”

Wang Tao saw the monster's weakness and immediately commanded.

"I really don't have a backache when I stand and talk. There are hundreds of tentacles here, how can we limit the ground!"

The sound of the wild ground grumbling came from the other side.

But before the words fell, Wang Tao lifted a piece of land alive and pressed it against the monster, trying to restrict its movements.