The rope outside the door was snake-shaped, and Mo Ruyi had been tied to his torso and hung in the air, holding his mouth shut and cutting the long rope with his sword to ensure that his neck was not entangled. This damn monk threw him out to die, but he slipped faster than a rabbit, and greeted the second ancestor of Zhi.

Suddenly, the giant cocoon rolled more rapidly, Mo Ruyi was almost strangled out of the urine, his face had turned purple and blue, the spirit seemed to be provoked by something, the rope increased sharply, and the teeth and claws were entwined and shuttled, and there was a loud "boom" from nowhere, the strong colors around suddenly faded, the sky was blue, and the illusion seemed to be blown away by the wind, and the thin twist.

The giant cocoon that wrapped Zhang Lingya continued to crack, as if dozens of pieces of silk were torn at the same time, accompanied by the sound of stabbing, and the broken ropes flew all over the sky. Zhang Qianya tore the brocade and cracked the silk, his arms were suddenly lined up, and the cocoon chrysalis formed by the rope was torn to pieces, and the broken rope fell one after another after being bounced away.

Mo Ruyi's heart is dark, this is his real strength? The long sword had long since fallen to nowhere it fell, Mo Ruyi's forearms side by side, learning Zhang Yanya's movements, using all his elbows to clamp his arms, gritting his teeth and parting his arms. The thick rope did not move at all, and the snake twisted like a flow, making him cry in tears, and he sighed in his heart, it can't be compared, this faint gentleman really pulls out the mountain.

After a struggle in exchange for a stronger strangulation of the rope, Mo Ruyi's painful face was distorted, blood was already oozing from between his teeth, and another rope was attached, wrapping his face tightly, and a feeling of suffocation followed.

Faint! Save me!

Just when Mo Ruyi was crying out for my life, the cocoon chrysalis suddenly shook violently, and the black rope surface covering Mo Ruyi seemed to fade a little, and then his cheeks were cold, his eyes were bright, and blood slowly flowed out from the small wound on his cheek, he saw Zhang Qianya holding a long sword, bleeding from seven orifices, and smiling at him with the appearance of a wronged ghost, "Ouch, I'm sorry, it's all broken, it's no wonder that the craftsmanship is not good." ”

Mo Ruyi was stunned, his heart can still encounter this calamity star in the underworld, is it the retribution of his ancestors for stealing too many treasures? Seeing Zhang Lingya repelling a long rope, jumping up and down to dodge, he slashed with his backhand, cutting all the ropes on his body, and a breath of cool air poured into his chest, choking him and coughing again and again, before he suddenly realized that he was still alive. Mo Ruyi, who lost his restraints, fell quickly, and before he could scream, he was rolled by Zhang Yanya's long arms, holding his waist and sliding to the ground.

The flying rope was already very thin, and the broken knots were gradually hardening when they hit the ground. The decayed clothes and diners in the alleys before all disappeared, and the lotus leaf township showed its original dilapidated appearance, with ruins and broken walls, which should have been uninhabited for a long time.

A drop of rain fell on Mo Ruyi's face, followed by another drop, a dark amber-like rain. Mo Ruyi wiped his face, coughed up the blood foam accumulated in his throat, and didn't care about the pain in his chest, for fear that he would be captured by the spirit again, and wanted to find a place to hide quickly.

The ground is like concrete stirred with sugar, and Mo Ruyi pulls out his feet and pulls up countless light concubine-colored sugar threads. A row of thin ropes swept towards Mo Ruyi, a blow missed and quickly recovered, the left palm fell into mucus between dodging, Mo Ruyi didn't dare to be careless, squatted down and slowly withdrew his palm, the ground kept gushing out of mucus, it took a lot of effort to pull out the submerged palm, and slowly walked to the eaves of the Fuxiang Garden to stand still.

Looking back at Zhang Qianya, he was scolding and scolding to shake off the slimy liquid on the long sword, pinching the trick with one hand, pulling his feet out of the slime, stepping on it weakly, and moving step by step to the original position of the ditch, where more liquid was gushing out, and all the ropes were gone. Zhang Lingya walked farther and farther, Xuanyu was hidden in the blue ointment, and his voice came from afar: "Monk! This is not a snake demon, it is a maple tree, and the village can burn it if it can, forcing him to show his original identity. ”

"Good!" Zhier's thunderous response sounded behind his head, and when Mo Ruyi turned around, he saw that the monk who had just disappeared was standing quietly behind him, still stunned when he first saw him.

There was a roar between heaven and earth, and the entire village was flooded with black maple sap. The large bubble that slowly burst on the surface of the river released green gas, and Zhang Qianya closed his mouth and lay down directly, his back floating on the ointment, and his arms slowly opened to swim the mucus as river water.

The Fuxiang Garden was lit with a raging fire, the fire spread against the sap of the maple tree, the orange-red fire and the sunset in the sky blended into one, and Zhang Qianya was slowly covered by the thick river water, and a few small bubbles appeared from time to time, and the sound of "pop" broke.

Mo Ruyi was put on a plaque by Zhier, holding the fire bead in his hand, and the blue light of the fire bead was like spring water, mild and cool, so that the scorching fire tongue retreated. He looked at the place where Zhang Qianya sank through the firelight and did not move for a long time, and regretted it to death, what is the glory and wealth, and the enjoyment of life is someone else's, he knew that following this only son of Emperor Huai who did not see the light was this kind of day, it was better to go to the mountains to dig treasures, at least he had never encountered such a terrible demon. Holding back and suffocating, Mo Ruyi still asked with trembling teeth: "Zen ...... Zen Master, Zhang Daochang has sunk, will he ...... Will it drown? We...... Shall we save him? Oops, what should I do? Tomoji didn't answer, closed his eyes and crossed his knees, steady as a rock, Mo Ruyi glanced at the door panel floating under his buttocks, and he didn't know how such a thin and brittle door panel could support such a huge body of him.

Move to the ditch, the slime is paved, how to avoid the water? Zhang Yanya couldn't think of it, took a long breath, turned over and dived down, the thick mucus showed a sweet watermelon red under the reflection of the firelight, which looked like people wanted to lick it, but the watermelon red licked his eyes first, and it itched so much. The underside of the maple sap was a dark brown, with a blur of large white bones. Zhang Qianya was like a small worm wrapped in sugar, his limbs flicked the mucus at the same time, sinking the gravity on his waist and knees, and crawled towards the bottom of the syrup river.

He doesn't like to eat sugar, when he was a child, his mother loved candy, often stuffed him with a few pieces, and ate it at first, and then he forgot to put it in his arms, melted and pasted on the middle coat, a milky fragrance, and the bear raised by the prince of Langya liked to chase him the most. Zhang Yanya paused, thinking about why he thought of sugar and bears, the small bubbles in the syrup couldn't help but hit his eyelashes, and he shook his head, feeling hotter and hotter.

The bubbles gradually decreased, the size became larger, and there was a "poof" sound from time to time, Zhang Lingya had no choice but to find that the sugar water was boiling, and he needed to speed up to find the root of the tree and uproot this difficult maple demon.

Seeing that he was determined to sink to the bottom of the river, many finger-thick vines pierced into the thick river water, and slid like electric snakes. Zhang Yanya shook the long sword in his hand, and laughed proudly, the sword immortal power sword, it couldn't hurt you in the illusion before, but now it will make people eat a big bowl of regret medicine.

Zhang Qianya slowly danced out a sword style, the long sword stretched out its body and was flexible, stabbing out a long way unimpeded, and then mixed the besieging long vines in one place, and the thick liquid was brought out by the vines in a dense round mark, Zhang Lingya sank more than a foot deep, and could stop in front of the white bones lying on his side.

The reason why the white bones are so huge is that they are composed of countless people in weak clothes, each of whom pulls and bends into the shape of a single bone, and uses very strange adhesive forces to form a complete skeleton. Although its chest cavity was empty and its ribs were clearly visible, it gave the impression that the giant was still alive, just sleeping soundly in a graceful position, and when he woke up, he would get up and drink and talk.

Zhang Qianya made a difficulty, this skeleton is not an evil thing, there is a layer of treasure light circulating, even the maple sap is blocked by this light, and it is not possible to break the evil with a flying sword. Zhang Qianya pressed his left hand on the weakened man in a skeleton, and did not feel the feeling of flesh and bones, the tentacles were smooth, and there was an invisible force to push his hand back. He clenched his fist in his right hand, his elbow was accumulating, squeezing away the thick sap of the maple tree, and slowly pushing it out, hitting the joints of the skeleton, and it felt like hitting cotton through syrup, with nowhere to focus. Zhang Qianya was extremely dissatisfied, and touched a handful of ubiquitous maple sap on his face, without this disgusting thing, he could smash it to pieces with brute force alone.

The turtle's breath is not very well practiced, and the long breath in his stomach is about to be suffocated, and there is no time to think of other ways, this maple sap is blocking the sky and the earth, and it cannot attract thunder and fire. Thinking of the lotus fragrant chicken that has been floated in the water, it is majestic to bring hot food out to the pink jade red seal, and the particularly round eyes of the pink jade appear in my mind warmly, and I can't help but think back to her full cheeks by the way, and the bulging makes people eager to pinch it.

Zhang Yanya pinched the sword trick and waved his hand, and the flying sword was draped in a long and thick belt and stabbed all the way. He made a reckless smile at "forgiveness", the first master wore a sword, and the first time he encountered a big demon, he took it out and used it three times in a row, which was really faceless. But no one will know, I can only see my last chic and brilliant brilliance, Zhang Yanya made up his mind, pinched off a few tree vines, and held the long sword flat, the sword body lined the surrounding syrup black, adding a bit of disgust. The fingers changed from the hilt of the sword to the tip of the sword, and the long fingers traced back like a piano, and the vines that attacked him frantically were crushed by the sword qi before they could get close. Zhang Yanya slammed the sword horizontally to the bone, and hit the sword body with his fingertips according to the rhythm, and the long sword let out a cold and long groan, and then it became louder and louder, one by one comparable to the thunder and lightning that exploded in front of him.

The maple sap involuntarily retreated in all directions, and the bubbles and sticky filaments were constantly entangled. Zhang Yanya didn't breathe, only knocked out the remaining notes according to the rhythm, and the long sword vibrated and made a shocking sound of heaven and earth, like a glacier bursting, like a sea tide soaring into the sky. The skeleton is vaguely changing, cracked spider silk crawls all over the skeleton, and with a "boom", it bursts instantly.

Without the syrup constraints, the skeleton erupts with balls flying in all directions. Zhang Qianya dodged left and right, a face suddenly popped out of the skeleton, and for a moment of amazement, she stretched out her arm and shouted at the fragments of the beads bursting out of the skeleton. Zhang Qianya knew that this was the maple tree body that tied him into a cocoon and wanted to suck his essence blood, but when he saw this beautiful face, he almost softened. He gritted his teeth, looked at the neck of the beauty, hooked his ten fingers with all his strength, pulled out the radish in front of him, and said: "Color is empty, empty is color, beauty is just a pink skeleton...... "The pink skeleton made a sharp and muffled sound, which made people feel upset.

The combustibles on the surface of the river were reduced to nothing in the fire, leaving only the black and shady ruins, the sky covered with ash, and a little smoke and dust scattered in all directions, and the two of them floated on the edge of the ditch. Mo Ruyi had just put away the fire beads, when he heard this deafening sound, he was deaf for a moment, and where Zhang Qianya sank, the maple sap was stirred into a whirlpool, spinning and flying several feet, like a huge clay pot, and then the clay pot collapsed and fell, and the syrup-like river made a huge wave, pushing them out a few feet away, and the two hurriedly grabbed the plank under them. At this time, a palm-sized round ball roared over, right in the middle of Zhiji's vest, wisps of black smoke came out with a "whoosh", obviously burned by the Buddha's light attached to the ball, Zhiji snorted and planted into the thick maple sap.

It was so bad that Mo Ruyi couldn't see the doorway, how could the serious monk be burned by the Buddha's light, he grabbed the plank, moved to Zhier's side, and used his strength to pull his upper body up. Just as he was taking a breath, a piercing female voice came, the feeling of vomiting hanging in his throat and the roar in his head instantly made Mo Ruyi's eyes darken and faint.