This scene made Huo Yuanbao frightened, this attack came unexpectedly, if it weren't for Mu Yu's help, I'm afraid he would have been pierced on the spot.

"Don't look at it! Speed out of here! Damn, those old guys just aren't reliable! If you say that you have a good distress signal, someone will come to the rescue! What about people! ”

These words made Huo Yuanbao very hurt, he was the one who came to the rescue, but now he was pulled away by the people who should be rescued.

It's really hard to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Mu Yu was also very glad that he had the warning of his divine soul and helped the two of them avoid many deadly threats.

"What now?" Huo Yuanbao also opened his mouth to ask Mu Yu, and now he regards him as the backbone.

Obviously, the cultivation of this person in front of him is not as good as his own, but his prompts are very timely, and even the attacks that he is not aware of can be warned in advance, and he unconsciously moves closer to him.

"It's not an option, we have to find out where the exit is."

The tremor just now changed the boundaries here, and the entire ground was opened, and neither of them knew where they were thrown to, so they couldn't distinguish the direction of the exit at all.

This is also the reason why the two of them are still running blindly until now, since they can't count on rescue, the only way is to find an exit, get out of here first, and then find a way to block this place.

Their hearts beat like an enraged drum, beating the rhythm of terror on the stage of the treacherous woods.

The huge figures of the trees are intertwined all around, like the towers of giants, and the waves of green leaves are swaying in the wind, like a veil of nature, revealing the power of mystery and life.

Huo Yuanbao glanced back, his face was covered with stains and cold sweat, while Mu Yu was holding his arm tightly, his eyes were full of panic.

Just now, there was a violent crisis sense from the divine soul.

Around them, the trees seemed to come to life, and the whispering branches and leaves were like ancient poems, and they whispered in the psalms of the wind, warning of impending danger.

Suddenly, Mu Yu stopped, his eyes fixed on the front.

A figure appeared in front of them.

The figure swayed in the shadows of the trees, unrecognizable, except for the old, cold eyes that shimmered.

It held a wand in its hand that had evolved from a tree branch, and was clearly ready to cast its magic.

Mu Yu took a deep breath, then turned to face Huo Yuanbao, his eyes were firm and decisive.

A fierce battle unfolds in the depths of the forest, where the light of the fire and the fragments of the trees intertwine into a magnificent picture.

Mu Yu and Huo Yuanbao fought side by side, and their cooperation was seamless, successfully resisting the attack of that figure.

The intense light of the fire reflected the figure of the guy, it was a tree spirit, a peach blossom tree spirit.

However, the strength of the Treants is immensely great, and each attack is like a storm that seeks to consume them.

While resisting the attack of the tree spirit, Mu Yu shouted to Huo Yuanbao, "We must break its spell, only then can we escape!" ”

He aimed at the wand in the dryad's hand, trying to shoot it down. However, the Dryant was too fast, and Mu Yu failed to hit the target with each shot.

Huo Yuanbao looked at Mu Yu nervously, he knew that their fate was in his hands at the moment.

He took a deep breath and rushed towards the dryad.

Although his movements were child's play in the eyes of the dryads, his perseverance made the dryads stunned for a moment.

At this moment, Mu Yu found an opportunity, and his attack finally hit the wand of the dryad.

The wand dissipated into the air like a shattered dream, and a trace of consternation flashed in the dryad's eyes.

The tree spirit that had lost its wand suddenly became vulnerable, and Mu Yu and Huo Yuanbao took the opportunity to launch a more violent attack.

Finally, after a violent attack, the dryad's body dissipated into the air like a cloud of smoke.

The two of them, who originally thought that they would be safe in this way, saw the group of tree spirits surrounding them again.

Right now.

A silver flash pierced the sky, like a meteor falling.

It was an old man who had fallen rapidly from the sky, his white hair dancing wildly in the wind, and his ancient clothes were like traces of time and space.

His eyes shone with determination and determination, as if no creature in this forest could shake his resolve.

Below him were a large group of tree spirits, all of height and short, their green skin covered in bark-like lines.

The dryads looked up at the old man in the air, their faces sly smiling, as if waiting for their prey to fall into the net.

However, they did not anticipate the strength of the old man.

As he fell, the old man's body instantly became illusory, like a gust of wind, and disappeared from the sight of the tree spirits in an instant.

The next moment, he had already appeared behind the dryads, the ancient sword in his hand shining with cold light, like a star in the night sky.

The old man swung his sword and slashed out, and a huge sword aura instantly tore apart the space around him.

A powerful blast of force pushed the trees away, as if they had never existed here.

The sword qi instantly slashed at the tree spirits, like a bolt of lightning, slashing their bodies in half in an instant.

The flesh and blood of the dryads exploded in the green sap, emitting a disgusting stench.

A yellow flash pierced through the darkness, it was the charm of the Taoist priest, and it burned in the air like a cheetah galloping through the jungle.

The surrounding trees began to tremble, and the leaves rattled as if an invisible force was surging through the dryad's body.

Suddenly, a sharp scream pierced the night sky, and the entire forest trembled.

An ancient mahogany tree, its branches and leaves swaying in the night, as if dancing, and then, a figure emerges from the tree.

It was a king of dryads, its body made up of twisted trunks, and a mad and ferocious expression on its face.

It holds a branch in its hand, and a sharp thorn grows from the end of the branch.

The Taoist priest took a deep breath, and his body was instantly filled with strength, which was the breath he was ready to fight.

The dryad slammed into the Daoist, its thorns sharp enough to pierce the rocks.

However, the Taoist priest did not dodge, and he continued to chant the mantra in his mouth, and the mark of the knot in his hands became stronger and stronger.

Then, with a thrust of his hands, the invisible force instantly struck the tree spirit.

The dryad's body rolled in the air, and it let out a terrible scream.

The Taoist priest did not have the slightest mercy, he knew that this was to protect this forest, to protect the creatures that lived here.

He chanted the incantation again, his hands drawing a circle of light in the air. The aperture instantly enveloped the dryad, and it let out a desperate scream, then turned into a breeze and disappeared into the depths of the forest.