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A gray color appeared on Wren's body, and his soul trembled violently, and inch by inch was approached by the vine. Another shadow appeared above the Witch Tree, heading towards Wren's soul. Just as it sank a few inches into Wren's soul, a loud dragon groan suddenly came. In Huo Ran's moment, a huge dragon shadow emerged from the center of Ren's eyebrows, waving its wings and rushing towards the tree shadow.

The tree shadow is none other than Monroe, who had already begun to occupy the soul of the fusion Wren, and suddenly saw the dragon shadow that appeared, and suddenly became anxious and accelerated, but was attacked by a cloud of ice crystals. Monroe became hideous, holding on to the attacking power, and accelerated towards the fusion of Wren's soul.

But at this moment, a circle of ripples suddenly rippled in the air, and a diamond-shaped space door was born in an instant. A large, misty hand with a chilling aura reached out of it, grabbing the vine that had invaded Wren's body. With a little force, he pulled it out of Wren's soul.

Monroe let out a scream, and the shadows of the trees that his body turned into changed to form a huge human face. In addition to the huge head, the body is a thick vine like an octopus, purple and black, and it exudes a terrifying threat.

Wren was a little sober, he looked at the scene blankly, and when he noticed the dragon, he froze, and when he saw Giruam on the other side, his mind was full of doubts.

He clearly remembered that the dragon was the dragon soul of the dead Ice Dragon King Vaolet, but looking at its current appearance, Wren could tell that it was not dead before, but should have been in some strange dormant state. As for the Great Lich Girouram, Wren opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

As if sensing Wren's mentality, Girourum smiled at him, only to land on the skeletal face made of frost, looking extremely hideous.

Wren's soul gradually regained consciousness, but there was always a very uncomfortable feeling in his heart, as if a knife had split his soul in half. He looked at the projection of the witch tree behind him, at the lush branches on it, and at the four blooming flowers, and gradually realized why.

No matter what Wren thought in his heart, or how wary he was of the witch tree, it was already one with Wren. Now, it's clear that Monroe is somehow separating him from the Witch Tree. At the thought of this, Wren felt anger like never before, and this anger came from instinct, as if some organ in his body had been cut off.

"Dragons, lichs, this has nothing to do with you!" Monroe said angrily, glaring at Vallet and Girouram.

Valolet was illusory, standing on a branch of a witch tree, staring at Monroe with lantern-like eyes without a trace of emotion.

Girouram said indifferently: "Wren is my student. ”

Monroe scoffed, "Oh, when did the lich still have a master-apprentice relationship with the wizard." ”

"Hold it back, Monroe!" a voice suddenly came, only to see a long shadow floating towards him. She was wearing a green dress, and her appearance was not as beautiful as a mortal, and she was Serena, the goddess of the bright moon.

After seeing Serena appear, Monroe was completely panicked, his face changed several times, and he shouted angrily: "Serena, are they all rescuers you hired? Are you crazy? This is an internal matter of our elven clan!"

Serena's expression was cold, and she said indifferently: "Blood elves are never elven clans, and fallen traitors are always enemies of elven clans!"

Monroe's eyes were always on Serena, and when he heard the other party's words, his face suddenly became struggling, and the vine branches under his body were tightly tangled together like the tentacles of an octopus. It took a full five or six seconds before he suddenly opened his eyes and laughed maniacally: "You forced me, Serena, you forced me!"

Wren looked at him hesitantly, wondering if this guy had any other hole cards. He could see that any of the three Girourm had the same strength as him, or even surpassed. Under such circumstances, he still dares to say such a thing, is there really any other backhand?

To Wren's relief, Serena's face remained as usual, Valolet remained indifferent, and Girouram had a look of mockery.

Monroe still laughed, and the maniacal laughter made Wren's soul shake slightly. Just when he was unconscious and looked a little dazed, Serena pinched out a handprint, and a wisp of green covered Wren's face, making his soul instantly sober. He couldn't help but be shocked that there was a little crack in his soul, and it seemed that Monroe wanted to take the opportunity to do something to him just now, and erase his soul first.

The conspiracy is broken, and Monroe's expression grows more and more crazy. He waved his tentacles like an octopus, his body swelled violently, and the purple-black color on the surface of his body increased, revealing a trace of black mist.

Serena's eyes narrowed slightly, and she glanced at Vallet and Girouram. The three of them nodded at the same time, their bodies maintaining strange postures, and streams of mysterious energy surged out and sank into the witch tree.

Wren watched this scene as a bystander, but his mind was full of doubts. Any of these four people have the power to crush him, that is, their lifespan is countless times that of their own, and so is their knowledge. As for what they were doing, Wren was vaguely aware of it, but he couldn't figure it out for a short time.

Monroe's body swelled, and it seemed that it had taken a long time, or it could have been just an instant, and it exploded with a bang. A terrifying spatial black hole emerged, and an evil aura came out of it.

"Haha, Monroe!" a voice was heard, and a huge figure with a single horn stepped out of it. The man was three meters tall, wearing a suit of armor, and his appearance was sinister, especially the eyes, which were like silver whirlpools, which made people unconsciously fall into it.

"One-horned evil god!" Serena spoke, her words not fearful, but sad.

"How can you live without me!" another rough voice came out, and a pair of sharp eyes stared at Serena, "Okay, such a beautiful beauty is mine!"

This person stepped out of the black hole, his body was slender, he was wearing a silver robe, wearing a silver mask, but the whole person revealed a sense of lewdness.

"Silver-faced evil god!" said Giruram, his eyes dark.

This was just the beginning, and one terrifying figure after another came out of the door of the black hole that Monroe had constructed. Just a minute later, five people appeared. The aura on each of them is extremely powerful, not weaker than Serena, and they are all notorious evil gods.

At the end, the black hole slowly gathered, and a man in green stood there. The man has a handsome face, soft facial lines, and long pointed ears, and is an elf man.

"Monroe!" Serena said with a sad look in her eyes, "Sure enough, it's you!"

"Nine Evil Gods!" Vaolet, who had been silent, began.

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