Timely updates, "but our task ......"

Except for the red-faced cultivator, the other three cultivators were a little hesitant.

The red-faced cultivator gritted his teeth and said:

"The difficulty of this mission has already exceeded the strength of the four of us, and it is already an unexpected joy to be able to track it here, and now that we have discovered this secret lair of evil demons, as long as we bring this news back to the sect, it will definitely be a great achievement!"

After a pause, he said:

"What's more, before the mission, didn't the elders of the sect also say that although that guy was seriously injured, his strength was only left in the Qi refining period at most, but he was a hundred-legged insect, dead but not stiff, who knows if he still has an unexpected magic weapon on his body, if we force it too tightly, in case he jumps off the wall in a hurry and dies with us, it is not a joke!"

When the red-faced monk said this, a strange wind blew from the mountains and forests, and the leaves of the trees "whined", and everyone shuddered at the thought of the terrible man they were tracking, and nodded their heads again and again:

"What the senior brother said is right, poor Kou Mo chases, let's go back to the master first, and then think about it in the long run!"

The four of them discussed, and when they looked back together, they were all taken aback, but they saw that the path they had opened up with the talisman soldiers when they came, but at some point, it was entangled by the vines the thickness of their arms, and at first glance, it seemed as if there had never been such a path.

In the heavens and on the earth, in all directions, there was a green as thick as ink, like a big green box, closing them tightly!

And the "whine" wind in the jungle became more and more poignant. It's like a myriad of tiny ghosts, lurking among the leaves, smiling and staring at them.

"Not good!"

The red-faced monk was the first to change his face, and a shiny cyan appeared on his red palm, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, the crimson gourd was raised again, and a thousand feet of flame erupted from the gourd. Once again, it condensed into thousands of knives, frantically cutting vines!

The vines that were slashed by the Flame Knife always broke off after a piercing scream, and the problem was the large amount of green juice that shot out of the vines. But like the nemesis of flames, the flame knife will always become slightly dim whenever it is stained with the slightest green juice.

When you first cut it. The impact of the juice is not great, the red-faced monk believes that the magic weapon is powerful, and he does not hesitate to consume the true yuan, and he is desperate to make drastic moves, but there are still vines behind the vines, and one place is cut off, but seventeen or eighteen places are born, and the later it is, the more viscous the juice stained on the flame knife is, and the more dim the light of the flame knife becomes.

There were even a couple of flaming knives. After a large amount of juice was contaminated, it was forcibly extinguished!

In the end, the red-faced monk seemed to have exhausted his spiritual power, beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead, and his legs trembled. Gasp.

This flame gourd was not originally a high-level magic weapon that the red-faced monk could drive for a long time, but there were two female monks present, and the red-faced monk could only grit his teeth to support it because of his face, and he took a deep breath. I wanted to continue, but my shoulder sank, and it turned out that I was being held down by another male monk.

The monk's face was blue, he had a large hooked nose, and at first glance he looked like a gloomy man, and he frowned:

"Senior brother, I think it's a little wrong, the vitality of these vines is extremely tenacious, as if they deliberately lured you to blast out the magic weapon and exhaust the mana!"

The red-faced monk was shocked, and the other two nuns were even more agitated, leaning together, and thought for a moment:

"Second Senior Brother, are you saying that that evil path demon has probably discovered our traces and is preparing to deal with us?"

"Not bad!"

The hook-nosed monk sneered, gently patted the storage bag on his waist, and a touch of golden light flew out of it, and "dripped" around the heads of the four people, and his body became bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a behemoth with wings spread out and more than four feet long, but it looked like a living golden eagle...,