Chapter 350: The Palace
Although I'm not sure if there is a backhand, there is not much that can be done now, so I can only solve this strange tree first.
His speed was fast, and his whole body turned into a dark blue phantom.
Blue flames rose from the soles of his feet, and he stepped out, as if in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the human-faced tree.
At the same time, Li Lansu on the side took out a fiery red ring from the inventory and put it on his hand.
Then, with a spread of her left hand, a huge fireball like the sun appeared in her palm.
Li Lansu's eyes became transparent, but she saw that she held up the fireball with both hands, and then compressed it hard.
Press......
As she exerted the force of her hands, the fireball, which seemed to be the size of a basketball, was compressed to the size of her thumb.
Moreover, this is not the end, in that ring, there are still flames flowing out, converging into the big fireball.
She held it in her hand and rubbed it again.
Until it became a purple-gold hard core the size of a walnut, it didn't look like it was made of flames, but more like metal.
Li Lansu's transparent eyes shot a dazzling golden light, and with a flick of her fingers, powerful flames exploded.
The fireball, which had been almost compressed to the extreme, erupted again, and endless waves of qi and fire engulfed the vines that wanted to surround it.
It's just that these vines seem to be quite tough, and the fire resistance is high, even such a flame is difficult to burn them.
At this time, another white-bearded old man popped out of the crowd.
The old man was dressed in a Tai Chi Bagua robe, and he held a bronze Dan furnace in his right hand, and the tortoiseshell Dan revolved around the Dan furnace.
In his left hand, he holds a fire with a white base, a black middle flame, and a yellow outer flame.
It looks cool, Chen Mo looked at the old man who jumped out of the crowd.
The strength of this old man is at least a level 4 player, which is higher than Chen Mo's level.
The old man obviously wanted to wait for Chen Mo and other players to consume the strange tree before making a move.
But he roared, and a golden ring of Sanskrit-like characters appeared around him, stepping on a cannon trigger like a sewing machine.
With each step, the rough muzzle of the cannon spewed a cloud of golden light and blasted towards the strange tree.
However, what Chen Mo didn't expect was that this cannonball, which looked like a panicked little sun, was like a stone sinking into the sea when it bombarded it, and it couldn't cause substantial damage to the strange tree.
The old man's attack also seemed to have completely angered the strange tree, which let out a hoarse roar like a dilapidated blower, and then countless wood insects made of vines appeared around it.
Chen Mo looked at this scene without any change in the expression on his face.
Now it's time for him to make a move!
......
Grunt.
The magma flowing underground is like boiling red oil, and one or two gloomy bubbles emerge from time to time, blooming with the breath of destruction, even those hard and incomparable steel, after touching these magma, it is estimated that it will be melted instantly like butter touching magma.
Suddenly there was a bang.
A black fish with a red-black blade slashed across the surface of the magma and moved forward along the blazing river.
This black fish can endure the high temperature like hot pot red oil!
As the red-black fish moved forward, there were traces of slashing and chiseling buildings in the open mountainside, and the more inward it went, the more exquisite it became, and there was a magnificent red palace in the depths.
It's hard to imagine that in such a harsh environment, there is not only life, but also such a ghostly palace!