The last nail finger touches the thin wood, and the pieces are as smooth as silk, flat as a stone. The subtlety has a lot to do with the high-quality density of the wood, and it is also inseparable from Shen Moli's exquisite swordsmanship and the complementarity of the peerless sword.

Without one of the three, it is impossible to cut such a perfect wood chip.

The wood, which was not enough, was spread out and worn under Shen Moli's fine cutting, and then combined with the magic of the grass demon. An hour later, a brand new thin wooden ship was taking shape.

"Grass Demon, connect the branches to the hull of the ship. Shen Moli picked up the big wooden branch thrown by the black bat, put it on the outside of the hull, and said to the grass demon who was reluctant to connect to the wooden boat.

"These black bats are too dangerous to stand on the outside, but I think it's safe to stand on the inside. As soon as he saw the wooden branch facing outward, the grass demon immediately took the wooden branch and put it on the inside of the ship.

He used the bloodline as a grass root, and connected it to each piece of thin wood from the inside of the hull, because he was worried that the bloodline would touch the rotten water and poison the body. If the small branches are placed overboard the ship one by one, the grass demon is really worried that it will be splashed by some bubbling rotten water.

Poisoning in the blood and poisoning on the surface of the body are two completely different concepts. If the body surface is poisoned, if the action is fast and the poisonous part is swept away, the life will be fine. If the blood is poisoned, the poison can lead to the eight meridians and ten veins in one breath. Within a few breaths, the man died violently.

Rooting is a technique that connects blood to other things, and its strength is not comparable to other connections. No matter how many other things are difficult to determine, the roots and veins are wound, and there is no retreat and no looseness.

The grass demon didn't wait for Shen Moli to say another word, dozens of blood-colored root veins were raised, and the wooden branch was quickly attached to the inside of the wooden boat.

"Let's go. Seeing that the grass demon had fixed the wooden boat, Shen Moli called Mojia and got on the same boat.

Fifty or sixty black bats suddenly swooped down and landed on the branches in unison. The rest of them, without fighting or grabbing, circled in the air a few times, and scattered everywhere on their own.

"The Black Bats trained by the Demon Beast are more cooperative than the Demon Ancestor. Before there was any communication, the black bats had already decided who would stay and who would leave. Mojia looked at the black bat that flew away, and said with admiration.

"The wooden boat has no oars, and it won't help you to praise you there. No matter how good the black bat is, it can't break its wings as an oar. The Wind Demon leaned on the edge of the ship and looked at the heavens.

"Coincidentally, you're right this time. This black manta bat wing is really a paddle. Shen Moli said with a smile on his lips.

Hearing Shen Moli's old scheming answer, the wind demon suddenly jumped up. He carefully examined the affirmation in Shen Moli's expression, and immediately panicked.

"Don't take what I say seriously. Look at the black bat's wings, they are thin and soft, what are the materials for paddling?Besides, isn't it too cruel to break the bat's wings by force?" said the Wind Demon with a slight embarrassment.

He doesn't have a good impression of the black bat, but he has no intention of crueltying the black bat. In the past, the bats were caught and sold, but they were just a last resort in exchange for rations to feed their own young demons.

"Who said I was going to break my wings? Shen Moli said.

As if they had listened to their command, the black bats spread their wings in unison, as if they were telepathically vibrating. The gusts of demonic wind from the powerful bat's wings really pushed the wooden boat straight forward.

Looking at the gusts of wind from the black bat, the grass demon couldn't help but feel a lingering palpitation. Fortunately, his rooting technique was firmly connected, and it also strengthened the strength of the wooden boat a hundred times, otherwise with this violent wind, I am afraid that the wooden ship would have fallen apart.

"Brother Black Bat, is the wind from the flapping of the bat's wings too fierce?" the Grass Demon asked weakly.

The grass demon was still a little frightened by the wind that had dispersed and risen, fearing that if he was not careful, the ship would be torn apart and broken in the wind.

Standing alone at the stern of the boat, Shen Moli looked at the back of the boat quietly and thought deeply: "If the boat is not happy, I am afraid that it will be torn to pieces by that group of evil larvae." ”

Following Shen Moli's line of sight, Mojia and the Wind Demon looked back. In the swamp ten miles away, a group of hundreds of black dragon larvae leaped up. The appearance of being crowded and crowded, even those who are not densely phobic, look at it with trepidation.

The dragon group is huge, fluttering forward. It was only because of the distance and the whistling of the wind from the wings of the bats that Shen Moli reminded them that the two had no intention of the existence of the dragon group.

"The young of the evil Jiao live on blood, and they love the demons with fine skin and tender flesh the most. A few are enough to choke, and these hundreds are chasing us away, aren't they all bones left if they are touched at the slightest touch?"

Although he is the inheritor of the Grass Demon's lineage, he didn't get much inheritance, and the Grass Demon was wiped out. When the grass demon lineage was first promoted to the middle level, he was given the name of the patriarch. He is now in the Ninth Heaven, and he is about to enter the middle level, and he is about to be given the name of the patriarch father.

However, now that the clan is extinct, he doesn't even have a name for him, let alone how much ability he can have to deal with strong enemies.

The grass demon stood up and said to the black bat in a daze, "Brother Black Bit, you better speed up." The wind is a little stronger, but it blows comfortably, and a few more gusts of wind will make it even more comfortable. ”

The group of black bats that landed on the wooden branches and flapped their wings in unison, heard the words of the grass demon, and squinted their eyes towards the grass demon. Xuanhuang's eyes carried the breath of danger, which made the grass demon tremble, and said stupidly: "The wind is strong and the wind is small, so it's best to be casual." ”

After that, he stopped talking and shrank into a corner.

Out of sight, out of ear, out of fear, the best way for him to deal with fear is to shrink himself like a turtle into a corner where he can't see danger.

The slanting eyes of the black bat group disappeared in an instant, and the gaze similar to that of the little demonic beast made Shen Mo Li reappear in the sea of the little demonic beast. It's easy to get together at other times, and speaking of which, she really hasn't seen a monster for a long time.

The bone-eating pain caused by the contract still tormented her from time to time. It was also because of the pain that she felt more clearly the life of the Dao Warcraft that was passing day and night.

If the wooden boat is far away from the bow and arrow, it will keep a distance not far from the dragon group for hundreds of kilometers.

The black bats are tireless, and the dragons are not endless. If you chase me and catch up, it is not because of the bend in front of you, I am afraid that it will not stop for hundreds of days and nights.

As the wind slows down and stops, the wooden boat slows down. A moment ago, it was like a dragon soaring rapidly, but at this moment it is just like a snail.

Under the change in speed like cloud mud, Shen Moli and Mo Jia were all aware of it. The two of them leaned forward, and the rugged and difficult road made their pupils shrink and their faces were surprised.

"The Ridge of Ten Thousand Ditches, I thought it was a legend, but I never thought it was true. Mo Jia looked at the nine hundred and ninety-nine intersecting twists and turns, and his bone fingers clenched nervously.

On both sides of the intricate deep ravines are all kinds of strange and towering mountains. The mountains are all over the wilderness, or the mountains are covered with venom, or the fire is raging, and the evil spirits gather, or the thunder is thundering and thundering everywhere...... The difficult and dangerous scenes everywhere are all chilling.

Mojia's words immediately attracted the attention of the grass demon who was cowering in the corner of the ship. He quickly stood up and looked ahead.

The eerie and terrifying scene of the purgatory is impressively reflected in front of you.

With just one glance, the grass demon was already sweating in his palms, his scalp was numb, and he was shouting something called "fear" everywhere around him.

"I can't get by...... Every inch of land in the Ridge of Ten Thousand Ditches contains endless dangers, and it is difficult for the Daluo Immortals to step on half a step in the river, let alone those who have no power to restrain their hands. The Grass Demon muttered.