Thousands of miles of stone forests and strange stones stand up, some are as high as 100 meters, some are as low as hills, a bit like a hundred beasts, some are shaped like small bridge portraits, strange and strange, all-encompassing.

In the middle of the stone forest, there was a mess within a range of hundreds of miles, the tall stone pillars collapsed and piled up into a mountain, the gravel continued to roll down from above, and the ground was not far away from a big pit, cracks were all around, and the smoke and dust were churning everywhere, covering the sky and the sun.

In the smoke and dust, a figure stood there, holding a gun in one hand, the tip of the gun spewed out a series of electric light, crackling and exploding, in the electric light, a fist-sized stone suspended in the air, the tip of the gun just pierced the stone, motionless, the stone neither fell, nor moved because of the spear's thrust, very strange.

The stone was covered with dense small holes, and the arc flames kept spraying out from the inside, forming a power grid that tightly wrapped the stones, only a dozen of the small holes did not shine with electric light, but wisps of black smoke came out of it.

Slender black smoke extended from the stone, constantly thickening and expanding, twisting and changing shape in mid-air, and finally forming thick tentacles, waving and falling, slamming at the standing figure.

Zhang Xiaohu's feet were like long whips, and he kicked at the tentacles alternately left and right, boom, boom, the sound of impact resounded through the world, and the shock wave kept fluctuating around, sweeping away the smoke and dust, clearing a big circle of open space.

However, the power of Black Smoke's dying blow was huge, where Zhang Xiaohu's legs could match, but before he could breathe, he fell to his knees weakly, his two calves twisted, the broken bones pierced the muscles, and a large amount of blood flowed out, forming a small blood fountain under him.

The tentacles did not stop because he knelt down, and in the sky, black shadows roared down, and the ground was crushed by this might, forming a shallow depression.

Zhang Xiaohu held a gun in one hand, his eyes were firmly fixed on the stones in front of him, and he was indifferent to the attack above his head.

It's not that he's so arrogant that the other party can't give him any harm, but at this time, he has no choice but to use his body to resist, and the only hope is to be able to kill the innate demon spirit before the tentacles beat him to death.

The tentacles roared down, Zhang Xiaohu turned his head, the tentacles brushed his face, and fell heavily on his shoulders.

Bang, click.

The tentacles slammed on his shoulder, although he tried his best to unload the force, but the surging power was too strong, and the shoulder bone, which was not as strong as the thigh, collapsed instantly, and the bones shattered, Zhang Xiaohu snorted, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

In the sky, the tentacles continued to pull down one after another, and the sky was full of afterimages of tentacles.

Zhang Xiaohu's right hand tightly wrapped around the spear, the tail of the spear was clamped under the armpit, and the tentacles hit the hand several times, the arm bones were broken and pierced out of the body, spraying out blood flowers, but Zhang Xiaohu just didn't let go, and put the spear tip on the stone.

Bang bang bang.

Down to the flesh, the tentacles fell on Zhang Xiaohu's body, making a terrible sound, his body was constantly whipped, his bones were broken inch by inch, almost not human-shaped, blood and water kept splashing out, and the blood fountain on the ground gradually expanded, and there was a possibility of becoming a blood lake.

If it were usual, the black smoke would have rushed up and sucked up the delicious golden blood on the ground, but at this time, it was a matter of life and death for him, and the tentacles only cared about constantly whipping, and for the first time, he turned a blind eye to the golden blood.

Zhang Xiaohu kept trembling, his muscles squirming desperately, unloading the huge force that kept falling into the soil under his knees, the already solid ground was pressed by the continuous surging force, and the gaps between the soil became more and more compact, and the hardness was more than enough than steel.

Under the whipping of the tentacles, Zhang Xiaohu's whole body was in tatters, with broken bone punctures everywhere, and his body was deformed and distorted, only the right hand holding the gun was slightly better, but it was broken and damaged, and under the wrapping of the strength, he was never broken in two by the tentacles.

The electric light kept raging in the stones, and the fine holes that spewed out black smoke gradually decreased, and the fine holes that were still spraying black smoke were constantly beaten by the thunder, and finally slowly faded away, and the black smoke spewed out became less and less, and gradually, the power grid wrapped around the stones slowly formed.

Zhang Xiaohu lowered his head, gave up protecting himself, poured all his strength into the tip of the gun, and the thunder erupted, like a small sun, illuminating the stone forest.

In his perception, the fine pores of the erupting black smoke decreased little by little, Zhang Xiaohu watched silently, counting the number one by one, this feeling was more difficult and sad than living like a year, every breath, he had to be whipped by the black smoke tentacles several times, and he almost died several times, but thinking of Xiang'er and Xiaobai lying on the ground silently over there, there was an inexplicable force in his bones, which made him persist until now.

There are only three fine holes left, and the tentacles hitting his body are becoming more and more weak, Zhang Xiaohu knows that the black smoke has come to an end, as long as he holds on for a little time, maybe it is two or three breaths, he will be self-defeating.

However, he also came to the end, his body became heavier and heavier, and he couldn't feel the tentacles on his body, if it weren't for his perception, he wouldn't have been able to know that the other party was still attacking him, and now even his perception was gradually blurred, and the original clear pores were now a few black spots in his perception.

So he struggled, and poured all the residual energy generated after burning qi and blood into the tip of the gun at one time, whether he lived or died, everything was left to heaven to decide.

"Ah......h

There was a scream from inside the stone, the first time since he had appeared that sound had come from his body.

Twisting and dancing in the air, the tentacles that kept whipping Zhang Xiaohu retracted in an instant, turning into ink, desperately resisting the eruption of the thunder.

The arc was wound with flames, constantly burning the stones, and the heat burned the stones to gradually change color, and the cyan burned to white, and then to dark red, and the dark red was still developing brightly, and it was about to become red.

Streams of green smoke rose from the pores, the ink kept retreating, shrinking into the holes that Zhang Xiaohu could not see, the thunder was still erupting, although the follow-up was weak, but the power grid wrapped in the stones was gradually steamed, and the three pores that were broken were conquered one by one, and then the electric light was sprayed out from it, which was perfectly combined with the power grid.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaohu seemed to hear a sound that seemed to be nothing, the scream was not, the moan of happiness was not like, the desperate call was also wrong, in a daze, the stone seemed to tremble a few times, and then fell silent.

The fine holes were quickly occupied by the thunderstorm, and the power grid was rapidly weaving, perfectly wrapping the stones, constantly emitting light, and the slightest arc hit the stones, making a crackling sound, and the high temperature burned it red, but no matter what, there was no sign of a drop of melting.

While.

The stone shook a few times and fell from the tip of the spear in mid-air, and the stone, which had not moved since it appeared, finally could not hover in the air after losing its black smoke, and smashed to the ground like an ordinary piece of rubble.

Zhang Xiaohu knelt on the ground with a gun in a daze, and it took a while to react that the black smoke that had been fighting for a long time should have died.

With a bang, Zhang Xiaohu fell, and the spear also fell to the side, separated from the twisted arm, and the stone rolled on the ground a few times, and then stopped, the temperature gradually decreased, and the color also changed from fiery red to cyan.

But it was only for a breath, so he used his only right hand, which was considered complete, to prop up his body a little, let go of his five senses, raised his neck, squinted his eyes that were covered with blood, and tried to look at Xiang'er.

It's not that he doesn't want to use perception, but when the black smoke dissipates, he who was struggling just now suddenly collapsed, and his perception became a darkness, and he couldn't feel anything.

Reluctantly, Zhang Xiaohu bent his elbows, dragged his broken body, and crawled towards Xiang'er little by little, maybe it was too painful, the bones were rubbing against the ground, and the uneven soil scraped the wounds, all of which he didn't feel at all.

Zhang Xiaohu crawled hard, looking nervously ahead, the two over there, there had been no sound for a long time, in the case that Zhang Xiaohu had no sense, his eyes and ears were not in the situation, he didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

I kept praying in my heart, praying to the various gods and monsters I heard, moving my elbows inch by inch, my body hanging behind my hands like a scarecrow, helplessly being dragged and slowly leaning over.

A long trail of blood dragged out of the ground, stretching all the way to Xiang'er.

The blood-soaked eyes became darker and darker, as if they had entered the night, and every time he moved, Zhang Xiaohu had to stop and breathe a few times, accumulating enough strength to be able to move forward again.

He didn't dare to stop healing, because he was afraid that stopping would delay the time to rescue Xiang'er, and he didn't dare to take the healing spirit grass in the storage bag, because in the teleportation, he had already consumed too many various spirit grasses, and he didn't know if it was enough for the two of them and Xiaobai to use the only ones left.

The voice calling for Xiang'er was blocked in his throat, quieter than the rustle of the wind blowing the weeds, and even the beating of his heart was louder than this.

Zhang Xiaohu rolled hard, and the accumulated strength made him sit up all of a sudden, and his body leaned on Xiaobai's body.

After a few gasps, he raised his hand tremblingly, moved over little by little, and put it on the neck of Xiang'er, who was lying still.

The apprehensive heart finally let go, although he couldn't see clearly, but his hand also felt the temperature of his body, and the heartbeat that was still there although it was extremely slow.

With a long exhale, Zhang Xiaohu turned to Xiaobai again, his hand full of blood clots and dirt moving on the little guy's white fluff, looking for its life.

Lady Luck was on their side again, and Zhang Xiaohu leaned back, cracking his mouth excitedly, letting out a string of indistinct, barely audible laughter.