In the world of the Demon Source Point, there is only demonic qi, and all human races can only carefully plan to use true qi, even if they encounter danger, they dare not use true qi arbitrarily, even if they have a space ring, and the space is limited, they can't all carry pills to replenish true qi.

And Feng Muchen doesn't need to worry about these, the demonic world has become his home field, which has become one of his hole cards.

Once he fights against the locality, his true qi is exhausted, and others think that he can do it, but as everyone knows, he can actually replenish his true qi, so that as long as the gap between the realms is not too big, even if he dares to fight in the acquired mirror.

After a slight pause, he started to move in one direction, and Jianmu's voice came: "Mu Chen, I feel that there is a different energy gathering in the southwest, you can go over and take a look." ”

"Oh, little tree, what do you feel?" Feng Muchen asked.

"It's too far away, I don't know, but there seems to be something over there that attracts me." Jianmu Shenshu said.

At this time, the nightmare voice also came: "No matter what it is, let's go over and have a look first, the opportunity is rare, three days, try to kill as many enemies as possible and find a treasure hunt." ”

Feng Muchen nodded, distinguished the direction, found the southwest, and looked at the surrounding dense forests and deep trees, there was no path, so he could only be the pioneer of the path, and walked towards the southwest through thorns and thorns.

As he walked, the woods filled the woods with a thin mist, and there was a whisper in the mist, and the breath was full of death at this time.

Looking around, he saw a white bone not far away, his eyes shrank slightly, and the copper wedge in his hand was in a suitable position.

As he was walking, he felt the sound of the wind suddenly rising beside him, and his soul sensed a fierce tiger with words on his forehead and more than four feet long, overflowing with demonic energy, and pounced on him from the edge of an old tree.

"Warcraft?" Feng Muchen turned his head and found that it was actually a demonized beast, and it should be a sixth-level demonic beast.

He is now an immortal cultivator, facing the tiger forward, and in an instant, he raised his hand and waved, and the copper mace hit the right shoulder of the demonic beast accurately, knocking it into the air and falling out heavily, and when it landed, half of his body collapsed.

Using a magic weapon to fight a sixth-level demonic beast is really a bit big and too little.

Come to the side of the dead Warcraft, take out the token, and a black dot flies out of the head of the Warcraft, and is sucked into it by the token, and the token shows a score of 1 point, and it seems that the score of the sixth-level Warcraft is 1 point.

Looking at the dead demonic beast, Feng Muchen couldn't help but sigh a little, how long has it been, and it will take a lot of effort to kill the lizard monster in the foggy corridor.

Now I met a monster that was not weaker than a lizard monster, and it was solved with a copper blow, and the feng shui took turns.

I was happy for a while, I looked at the direction, and continued to walk towards the forest, and after a while, there seemed to be a mountain peak not far ahead, faintly appearing in the depths of the dense forest.

Feng Muchen pondered for a while, it was the southwest over there, I don't know if there is any treasure land on the mountain peak?

Looking at the mountain running dead horses, the fog is getting bigger and bigger, vaguely looking at the mountain peaks not far away, but when you walk, you have to clear a road, but also pay attention to the surrounding environment, only after walking for a while, you will be sweating profusely.

Walking and walking, the power of the divine soul exuded in the surrounding area, it seems to have been touched by something, in the divine soul induction, it should be a small snake that touches the power of the divine soul, is there a snake nest nearby?

Feng Muchen looked around suspiciously, as he walked into the depths of the dense forest, the woods here were already denser, the moonlight was blocked by the trees, and the light was darker.

Thanks to the fact that he is already the second weight of the Martial Mirror, his eyesight has improved, and although it is dark nearby, with the help of the power of the divine soul, he can still see clearly.

Just as he continued to examine closely, the power of the divine soul sensed a vine behind him, shooting towards him.

He turned around, and with a move of the copper mace in his hand, a vine swept the copper mace, and rolled it back hard, and the wind and dust shook his arm, and the true qi was instilled into the copper wedge, and he took a belt in his arms.

With a "snap", one section of the vine broke off, and the remaining vine swam away quickly like a small snake.

"What is this? How does it feel like wicker? Feng Muchen looked at the broken vines on the copper mace, no matter how you look at it, it is a wicker.

Looking around, he found that he seemed to have walked into a snake's nest, and there were sounds everywhere in the surrounding dense forest, and in his divine sense, vines that seemed to be willows roamed around in the dark and dense forest, as if waiting for an opportunity to entangle.

Feng Muchen condensed his true qi, and the power of his divine soul spread all over his body, and he didn't know what kind of monster he encountered, which looked like a tree becoming a spirit, he asked in his heart: "Little tree, can you feel anything?" ”

"There is my kind not far away, I tried to communicate, but I couldn't communicate, it seems to have been demonized, my thinking is very confused, and I have a strong intention to kill, be careful." The voice of the Jianmu Divine Tree came.

Generally, plant-type cultivation is very difficult to deal with, and plant-type fierce beasts are generally very large in size, and the way of attacking is also very peculiar, this is also the first time that Feng Muchen has really encountered a strong enemy after cultivating, and it is time to test him.

Feng Muchen shook the copper mace in his hand, shook off the wicker that was broken on it, stroked it with his left hand, and muttered to himself: "Let's use this battle to prove ourselves." ”

The countless wickers lurking around the dense forest were lifted in large numbers at this moment, and they turned into pythons one after another, with ferocity and bloodthirstiness, rushing towards the wind and dust from all directions, as if they wanted to tie him up.

Almost at the moment when the wicker was approaching, Feng Muchen's eyes flashed, without any hesitation, the blood and true qi of the whole body suddenly exploded, and the copper wedge in his right hand was picked up, and he shouted: "Thirty-six days of gang".

In an instant, the light was all over the surroundings, and with a roar, countless approaching wickers broke and collapsed.

For a moment, a ring was formed around him, and the ground around the ring was full of broken branches, as if he was enraged, and he felt a roar from the peak, and it seemed that the mutated willow tree was over there.

Since he knew that the demonized willow tree was there, there was no need to wait here, the wind swept under his feet, and he quickly headed towards the mountain peak.

His movement was as if he had stabbed a hornet's nest, and more and more denser roots of wicker swarmed up, and along the way he advanced, as he approached the demonized willow tree, more and more wickers appeared madly, winding and bombarding.

After fighting and advancing, he finally approached the peak, and when he got closer, he realized what kind of mountain it was, and what appeared in front of him was a giant tree.

A huge willow tree, this tree seems to have survived for too long, the body is so big, it is a hundred feet high, and with the fog and dense forest, it looks like a mountain peak from a distance.

Feng Muchen stood not far from the giant willow and gasped, it was really a huge willow tree.

Although it is not much smaller than the Jianmu Divine Tree seen in Jianmu Space, it is only an illusory Divine Tree, and this is a real huge willow tree in front of him.

Countless wickers hung on the ground, densely packed, flying everywhere, and there were also many disorderly growth together, which was enough to make everyone who saw it shocked!

Around the giant tree, there are many kinds of ancient trees that grow together, and countless giant trees of all sizes have been formed, just like the descendants of the mother tree, connected together, forming a huge jungle!

This jungle is full of bloody atmosphere, and at a glance, you can see that inside the giant willow tree, it seems that a large number of various magical beasts are buried.

There are many wicker branches inserted in these magical beasts, as if they are absorbing nutrients, and the giant willow relies on these flesh and blood to nourish itself.

This is really a giant willow, or a giant willow that likes to eat flesh and blood!

This shocking giant tree, filled with the aura of demonic energy, gave people a crazy taste, and seeing everything in front of him made Feng Muchen frown and gasp.

Obviously, this huge willow tree has been demonized, and has lost its mind, only knows how to hunt the prey that has broken into the area, and at this moment, Feng Muchen is its prey, here, there is only death and fighting!

Then let's fight!

Feng Muchen waved the copper hammer, used the thirty-six heavenly gong method, and rushed towards the body of the giant willow.

Because the giant willow is so huge, if you only fight its wicker and branches, it makes no sense, you have to get close to the main body and attack its main body in order to really hurt it.

Although the attack power of the giant willow is strong, it has one of the biggest disadvantages, that is, it cannot move, and can only passively wait in place, while Feng Muchen can choose the time to attack more flexibly.

He waved the copper mace, the copper mace emitted white light, and the blood and qi of his whole body exploded, all the way like a bamboo, all the way towards the giant tree.

Wickers and branches kept attacking, and at this moment, the power of Feng Muchen's divine soul was fully opened, and no willow could get close to him.

Seeing him getting closer and closer, this towering giant willow, violently shook, and there was a faint terrible roar, which seemed to come from the big tree, as if a wave of light hit the wind and dust, and he retreated again and again, and the corners of his mouth were faintly overflowing with blood.

Feng Muchen wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, jumped over a few wickers that intended to bind him, and jumped down, appearing directly in front of the towering giant willow.

He clenched the copper mace in his right hand, used his true qi, and roared: "Bafang copper mace."

With a "boom", the eight-sided copper gong struck the giant willow tree.

With the blow of the copper mace, the loud sound shook the sky, and the towering giant willow trembled violently, and then, as if provoked, the ground was lifted, and a huge root vein with a thickness of dozens of zhang flew directly out of the ground, with a sharp sound of breaking the air, and directly pumped towards the wind and dust.

"Bang!" A bang.

The huge root vein hit the copper mace erected by Feng Muchen, and the huge impact knocked him away, and Feng Muchen, who flew to the side, touched the ground on his toes, and quickly continued to approach the giant willow.

The second, third, and fourth, thick veins flew out of the ground.

At this time, the threat from the wind and dust, the giant willow seemed to feel it, and this threat of death also made the giant willow a little crazy, and the huge and thick root veins were flying desperately in the air, forming an impenetrable blockade.

It could feel it, and if it continued to let the wind and dust attack its body, then it was not far from death.