There was an eerie laugh in the thick black fog, and this laughter was mixed with the "squeak" of countless imps.

The black mist dispersed, and I saw countless white imps crawling on the ground, like vicious dogs, and a high-crowned black-robed fat woman wearing a lock gold trim pattern stepped on the little ghosts, looking at them gloomily.

Purple lips, blood-red long armor, shriveled skin, and a voice that was both male and female, was exactly the same as the Dryad Grandma in Fang Ping's previous life.

"The spirit of the demon hunter must be very delicious......"

Yan Chixia said disdainfully: "The thousand-year-old tree demon, if you want to eat it, I'll see if you have the ability." ”

As soon as the words fell, he flew over with the sword in his hand.

This is not right, Yan Dao Chief, you don't need a good spell, what are you doing hand-to-hand combat with the dryad?

Fang Ping couldn't help but have questions, but he thought that Yan Chixia was strong and experienced, so there must be a reason for him to do this......

There's a ghost!

I saw that the tree demon grandmother waved her hand casually, and the fallen leaves on the ground formed a shield, and the invisible energy fixed Yan Chixia's figure in mid-air.

Shouldn't it, Yan Chixia's combat power is so pulled?

The next moment, as if in response to his doubts, the sword in Yan Chixia's hand emitted a burst of brilliance, breaking through the shackles of the tree demon grandmother, and stabbing straight forward.

The dryad grandmother waved her claws unhurriedly, and countless bright red fleshy vines swept in from all directions.

Yan Chixia waved the sword in her hand to cut off these vines one by one, but the vines were endless, as if they were endless.

The tree demon grandmother smiled and said, "Demon Hunter, there is a road in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell for you to vote." This is the cave palace of the main seat......"

With the strange sound of a man and a woman, the surrounding environment was also slowly changing, and Fang Ping only saw clearly that all directions were entangled with vines and vines. It turned out that these intertwined branches were the filthy long tongue and minions that the dryad grandmother hid here.

Among the countless tree vines, a huge scarlet flesh vine with a long tongue attacked Yan Chixia like a poisonous python.

The blood veins on the meat vine are clearly visible, exuding a thick fishy smell.

The meat vine poison python swayed back and forth, shaking faster and faster, dazzling people. Suddenly, with a "whoosh", the flesh vine cracked, revealing two rows of dense fangs. Among them, there were four or five small scarlet fleshy vines, which shot out violently and entangled Yan Chixia's sword.

At the same time, a terrifying grimace emerged from the cracked flesh vines.

Yan Chixia looked at this grimace, a few drops of cold sweat flowed from her forehead, and an inexplicable palpitation appeared in her heart.

The grimace distorted into a cloud of black mist and burrowed into Yan Chixia's mouth and nose, and he let out a miserable scream, and then saw countless tree vines emerge from his body like sharp needles and bone spurs!

Yan Chixia instantly became a hedgehog, covered in blood, and looked at Fang Ping weakly: "Hurry, go quickly......"

The next moment, there was no sound.

With a hook of her fingers, the tree demon grandmother saw a wisp of white gas coming out of Yan Chixia's body and being inhaled into her nose.

Yan Chixia was actually defeated and died like this?!

Before Fang Ping could recover from the shock, he saw the Tree Demon Grandma smirking at him, "Now it's your turn!" ”

Facing the countless vines that swelled out of the ground and attacked him, Fang Ping had only one thought in his mind:

This is not true! Yan Chixia couldn't be so weak...... Perhaps, this is an illusion!

As soon as the thought came to him, everything in front of him spun in an instant, and the walls of the dilapidated palace began to twist and blur.

And the tree vines summoned by the Dryad Grandma also turned into distorted smoke and disappeared the moment they approached Fang Ping.

The Dryad screamed, "No, it's impossible, how can you see through ......"

Before he finished speaking, the huge demon body turned into a ball of green qi and disappeared along with everything around him!

Fang Ping only felt a splitting headache, closed his eyes and opened them again, his surroundings had completely changed.

The night turned into day, and I was in a ruined temple, surrounded by dead grass, a desolate scene.

"Is it another illusion......" Fang Ping carefully observed everything in the ruined temple, and at this time, the murals on the wall attracted his attention.

"Ah, this, this is ......"

To his great surprise, the content on the mural was exactly what had just happened...... A scholar and a Taoist priest walked through the misty woods to a brightly lit palace. As soon as the picture turns, the Taoist priest is torn apart by the dryad, and the scholar is exhausted.

"This mural can move!"

In the next moment, all the vivid paintings disappeared, and only the white bones and withered trees were left on the ground. The palace has become a ruined temple, and countless crows are parked on a tall locust tree behind the temple.

Since when did you fall into a fantasy world?

Fang Ping wiped his eyes, and then used the Huang Ting Dao Method, wanting to use his spiritual power to sense the surroundings. It's just that he hasn't opened his eyes yet, and he can't observe the reality around him at all.

However, only the Yin Yang Pei under the blessing of spiritual power did not react, and there was no way to tell whether this was real or false.

At this time, he found a pile of bones in the corner.

And between the bones of the skull's hand is a piece of sheepskin, on which are lines of text written.

"In the second year of the Great Qian's appearance, Yu Zhi abandoned the temple and cultivated, regardless of the years. In the same year, a locust was planted, and it was planted behind the temple...... The road will not be successful, and the road to heaven will be cut off. Behind the temple, the big Huai Pavilion is covered, but my life is resting, woo hoo lament! ”

Fang Ping glanced at it, and probably understood the meaning, that is, there was a scholar from Yandi who came here to cultivate a hundred years ago, but in the end, he failed to succeed in cultivation and died of illness here......

Wait, Yandi scholar, and that big locust tree......

Fang Ping felt that these things were all meaningful, and squatted down to carefully investigate the area around the bones, and found a bamboo box hidden by withered grass under the stone platform. It's just that the moment he touched the bamboo box, it turned into powder.

Yandi scholar, big locust tree...... Fang Ping suddenly raised his head and looked at the peculiar mural.

The mural is moving again!

In the picture, it is a scholar carrying a bamboo box on his back who set off from the north and came to a ruined temple to rest......

In just a few breaths, the mural changed and flowed, and after Fang Ping finished reading it, a terrible thought came to him.

Maybe...... There is no Yan Chixia at all, what he met just now is a fake! The so-called Yan Chixia is just a dream of Huang Liang before the death of Yan Dishu!

Thinking about it like this, an even bigger question suddenly popped up:

If it was just a dream, how could he appear in his dream!

It's fake, right?

At this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed Fang Ping's wrist, and the skeleton suddenly moved, and the two hand bones grabbed his arm. The bruising skeleton startled him.

Fang Ping couldn't shake it off no matter how hard he tried, so he slammed off the skull with his hand and threw it towards the mural......

A dazzling white light shot out from the mural, and Fang Ping fainted again in front of him.

......

"Childe, wake up, Childe!"

A familiar and friendly voice came from his ears, and as soon as Fang Ping opened his eyes, he saw the familiar pear blossom wood furniture, this is his study?

"Childe, why did you fall asleep......"

Fang Ping followed the prestige, and his heart chuckled again.

"Ah Zheng? You are Ah Zheng! ”

Ah Zheng scratched his head and said with a puzzled expression: "Childe, it's me, what's wrong with you?" ”

Fang Ping was shocked, stared at Ah Zheng's face and asked, "Ah Zheng, do you remember a secret thing we did when I was eight years old......

An embarrassed smile appeared on Ah Zheng's face: "Why did Childe suddenly ask about this." ”

"Do you remember?"

"It's nature." Ah Zheng looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one, he covered his mouth with his hand and said in a low voice, "Childe, let's go and peek at the bathing of the widow next door, I haven't said anything about it......"

Fang Ping nodded. At that time, Ah Zheng was seventeen or eighteen years old, so he encouraged him to go with him. Fang Ping is a big ghost, so he naturally understands his thoughts, but he is really bored, so he went with him......

Fang Ping sat down, looked at Ah Zheng and let out a long sigh: "You don't know, I just had a long nightmare. ”

"Uh-huh." Ah Zheng replied silently.

"I dreamed that something happened to my father, the family was robbed, Uncle Fang was killed, and even you lost your life in the end......"

Ah Zheng comforted: "Childe, don't think too much. It's just a dream, and now that I've woken up, isn't everything all right...... Look at me, I'm not good, my lord is good, everyone is good! ”