The sound of bones rubbing against each other can be clearly felt, crunching, deep into the mind, constantly reverberating. Bu Li felt very good, after the blood donation dripped from the sharp knife, when the countless eyes on the demon tree looked at him, there was no longer the accumulation of all kinds of emotions before. With the awakening of the sharp knife, the psychic attack became extremely fragile and vulnerable at all. In the blood-colored light emitted by the sharp knife, all eyes seemed to be blind, unable to look directly at the step, releasing a spiritual attack.

At this time, what is it that has restraint on the demon tree, and Buli naturally knows it.

The dark golden light of the "Broken Gold Broken Jade Gang" in his right hand bloomed, and the long knife in his hand suddenly lengthened, and then shortened. There was a foot between Buli and the demon tree, and the long knife turned into a long spear and was thrown out by Buli. There was almost no distance, and Bu Li could reach out with his spear and stab the demon tree opposite. But the step away was not enough, twisted his waist and leaned back, and then rushed forward.

"Kill!"

The dark golden light of the "Broken Gold Broken Jade Gang" bloomed like a blooming flower, and the gold-loving beast behind him condensed into a substance, roaring at the demon tree.

The whole spear went straight into the handle, the demon tree shook for a while, and countless leaves fell from the crown of the demon tree, as if in autumn, the killing spirit rose sharply.

The sharp knife was changed to the right hand, and it was already time to divide the victory and defeat, and when he saw life and death, he stepped away from the blood and rushed to the crown, and the veins in the forehead were angry, as if he had just come out of hell as if he was a fierce demon. With a broken drink, the word killing was still echoing, and Bu Li took a step forward and faced the demon tree.

It was as if the person in front of Buli was just the most ordinary person, not a big tree with a diameter of dozens of zhang at all. Raising his hand, the sharp knife stabbed at the demon tree, and Bu Li didn't seem to notice whether the sharp knife less than a foot could pierce the bark of the demon tree. It seems that as long as the sharp knife is pierced, it will be fine.

And so it is. The sharp knife pierced the space in front of him, as if it were underwater. The countless heavy resistances in front of him were broken by sharp knives one after another, ripples rose in circles, and layers of illusions were broken.

Time, years, the demon tree is attracted by emotions. And the sharp knife in Bu Li's hand, the so-called pig killing knife that is a powerful existence in the white mist, is pure years.

Time is a knife to kill pigs.

It doesn't matter if you are old or young, whether you are male or female, whether you are a man or a beast. is still a demon tree, in front of the pig-killing knife, it is just a handful of loess, and it is just a little insignificant wave in the passage of time.

All the hybrid mutants exploded under the demon tree the moment they stabbed this knife. At this time, Buli is almost desperate. If the sharp knife can't bring fatal damage to the demon tree, he has only one way to die. All the chips were thrown out, and if you were still stingy and left some money in your pocket, Bu Li would be sorry for so many years of hard training in the West Mountain.

The mountain shook, and countless gray dust suddenly fell in mid-air. The demon tree also burst out of its most powerful power at the moment of life and death. All the heads fell from the canopy, rushing away regardless of life or death. The two vines and arms also ignored the attacks of Tofu and Zhang Xitong at all, and began to return to help. Under the action of the white fox and lightning, at the moment when the vines came to help. Directly broke a vine. A thick, green and viscous liquid sprayed out, mixed with gray dust, and it rained green clay.

Turn into spring mud to protect flowers. But at this moment, the green clay is no longer able to protect the demon tree. Under the effect of the sharp knife, the demon tree has almost collapsed.

More heads gnawed at Bu Li. Da Hei desperately blocked behind him, and the two illusions were immediately torn apart by the hail of skulls. Once again, the golden cicada is shedding its shell. The three illusions were torn apart in an instant, without any effect, without any effect. Even Da Hei couldn't even give Bu Li time to fight for a sharp knife to pierce the air and stab at the demon tree.

appeared, and then became disillusioned, and Da Hei was also desperate at this time.

That guy was so fucking powerful, too powerful to defeat.

In front of the sharp knife, the pressure of the demon tree was shattering. However, the speed at which Bu Li stabbed out with a sharp knife in his hand was very slow, at least not like in the past, and it was just a few steps away, in the blink of an eye. Under the endless pressure, Bu Li's sharp knife did not move at all, and whatever happened around him, he couldn't give in to Bu Li's distraction. Only the demon tree on the opposite side is everything that you should pay attention to, everything you need to pay attention to. Only by defeating that demon tree can it be possible to leave this space and continue to walk.

Da Hei also knew that Bu Li was doing his best to kill the demon tree. But the surrounding area was already covered with skulls, and the golden cicada that had just been used could not be used again in such a short period of time. What's more, even if you use it again, it will be defeated in the blink of an eye. Da Hei really wants to turn around and leave, no matter where he goes, as long as he stays away from this demon tree.

Wielding the big black stick in his hand, the big black seemed to grow on the ground, motionless. His legs trembled, as if he was swinging, but even so, Da Hei still stood behind him, motionless. Fighting against the body's involuntary urge to escape, Da Hei's eyes also transformed from hesitation to a simple insistence.

Guard, guard in the back of the step.

Da Hei roared frantically, and there was a look of despair in his little green eyes. It's despair indeed, and Dahei has never been so desperate. Even when the leaves of Du Tianci were flying in the air, and he was so scared that he vomited and dizzy, he was not so desperate. After all, at that time, I was able to hold Buli's thighs, and there was Buli's soft comfort. But now, he has to stay behind Bu Li, no matter who he is, if he wants to hurt Bu Li, he has to step over himself.

Despair is followed by numbness. The big black stick in his hand didn't seem to be so heavy, and the big black stimulated the potential of his whole body, and every piece of fat was shaking, as if he was going to throw out a few drops of fat. A big black stick made the dancing water of the big black unable to splash in, waving with green smoke, fighting to the death.

At this moment, Da Hei is no longer Buli's pet, but Buli's brother and Buli's guardian. Guarding Buli's back, no matter who wants to hurt Buli, he has to step over Dahei's body!

The irrational roar was hoarse, and the big black roared out all his fear. The rest, in Da Hei's body, in addition to numbness, there is also an emotion, that is, courage.

Countless heads flew out, some not yet "growing" and mature, with a piece of intestines dragging underneath. If a child is dragging it, it's like flying a kite. The closer you get to the big black, the denser the skull becomes. The denser the skull, the tighter the intestines dragged underneath. The cold wind of the big black stick blew the heads together, and the intestines underneath stirred up, and they were a mess. Struggled with each other, fell, and squirmed vigorously on the ground, wanting to get close to Daikoku, wanting to attack and step away. Even if it was too late, these heads did not give up.

At this time, whether it was a group of people or a demon tree, they had already fallen into a state of madness. Life or death, it's just a snap of your fingers.

The attack has become very three-dimensional, from the top of his head to his feet, and it is no longer easy for Daikoku to wield the big black stick in his hand.

A charge, knocking into the farthest head, may still be alive, but Da Hei didn't think about this possibility at all. A skull opened its rotten mouth and bit on Da Hei's foot, although there were no masseter muscles, although there were no teeth, but there seemed to be a strange force between the upper and lower jaws of the skull, and as soon as it touched Da Hei's feet, Da Hei felt a tingling pain spread throughout his body.

As if Wang Shui was splashed on Da Hei's feet, a stream of green smoke rose, and Da Hei screamed, but instead of throwing away the big black stick in his hand, holding his feet and wailing, he smashed the big black stick to the head on the ground even more ruthlessly.

The other leg was soon attacked as well, and the big black who had been standing up could no longer support it and fell to the ground. Both eyes were red, as if blood was oozing. No longer screaming, but roaring viciously, the trapped beast was still fighting, and the big black who was forced into the corner finally showed the bearing of the king in the mountains and forests. Although it is extremely embarrassed, it is fierce and returns to its true colors, and it is no longer the timid and obscene black bear before.

Da Hei fell, subconsciously waving the big black stick in his hand, smashing all the heads he could reach. Looking desperately in the air, several heads quickly flew towards Bu Li's back and shoulders, and Bu Li was about to be bitten in the next moment.

It's over...... Daikoi's heart sank. I couldn't do it, I couldn't do it at all. Although I am unwilling, I can only do this. Screaming in despair, he stretched out his arms to knock down the heads that flew in the air, but he couldn't reach them. The only consequence was more head bites.

Step away, I'll go first...... Da Hei thought calmly in a trance. It turns out that death can be so quiet, not as unacceptable as imagined. I don't know if there are piles of female bears in the place where he went after Lu Dao died.

Death, it seems, is not so terrible either. However, I really regret it.

Daikoku was thinking wildly at the moment of dying, and a bright light almost blinded Daikoku's dog's eyes, pulling Daikoku back from the illusion before his near-death.

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the nearest flying head. Then the lightning continued one after another, as if it appeared from the void, without interruption, and a white light that was not very thick cut through the gray space, falling from the sky, guarding the surroundings of Buli.

With a glimmer of life, Da Hei suddenly felt a terrible pain all over his body, and while screaming, he swept off the head hanging on his body with a big black stick. Some of the intestines are still wrapped around Da Hei's body, and Da Hei can't take care of so many things. (To be continued......)