Through the root forest, the thick fog suddenly became anxious after sensing Shen Moli's action of burrowing into the tree hole. Under the acuteness, the dense fog did not move slowly and cautiously like Fang Cai, but formed a strong cyclone between the roots of the trees, like a violent storm, as if it was about to break through the roots of the trees that stood in the way.

Under the violent impact, the branches of the magic sand swayed from side to side, as if they might be scraped and torn off at any time, but under the impact of the tyrannical thick fog, not half of them were broken. Instead, a faint green light shimmered between the roots of the tree, raging like a soft shield under the fierce and fierce fog that protected the branches and roots.

With the protection of the light, the roots of the tree that had just shook violently would be stabilized in an instant if they were inserted into the Dinghai God Needle.

Although there are gaps between the roots of the trees that are crowded next to each other, they can be walked through at will regardless of the wind and fog. However, the thick fog that permeated the forest of tree roots was not the fog in the middle of it. It resembles nothingness, but its flesh is still hidden in the mist.

Although the roots of the trees that are too close cannot hurt the dense fog slowly, if you want to walk quickly between the roots, the dense fog is not enough.

In the past 10,000 years, the dense fog has won the cultivation of many people, cultivated the profound way of demons, and even through its own unique comprehension, it has broken away from the shackles of flesh and bones, creating a body like fog.

However, the body of the dense fog created by the profound imitation is different from the real fog after all. Under the sharp and demonic spikes of the roots of the Demon Sand Tree, the gaps between the roots of the tree and the roots of the tree were actually covered by the magic of the mana.

And this is the reason why all the demon sand tree roots gathered, and many monsters who were eyeing Shen Moli could not come in.

In the beginning, the Demon Sand Tree only spread its roots to gain a wider grasp of the monsters that came to sneak attack. Between the scattered roots, the magic power is not completely covered, which is what gives some small and flexible monsters a chance.

Now, the roots of the Demon Sand Tree have been tightly gathered, and it is difficult to cross the immortal mountain for the sophisticated monsters, and although the dense fog is not as ruthless as other monsters, it is not an existence that can be easily cracked.

When the fog is slow, it is not much of a problem to resist those sharp thorns.

But if the dense fog wants to go fast, the thorns of the branches are like sharp knives, and the branches carry the magic power of the magic sand tree, scraping the bones of the dense fog fiercely.

Although the short-term thorns could not hurt the dense fog, they had never been injured for ten thousand years, and this kind of pain scraped the thick fog all over the body when the thick fog scraped the roots of the tree, or made the thick fog that had not tasted pain for a long time make the teeth gnash its teeth.

Under the intertwining of anger, the hoarse throat that had not spoken in the thick fog for thousands of years finally burst out one sentence after another: "Old Demon of the Demon Sand, you and I have no grudges in the past and no hatred in the near future." Is it worth it for you to oppose me for a little human race?"

The dense fog was a few words, but it aroused a thousand waves in the heart of the magic sand tree.

Between him and the thick fog, how can it be summarized in just a few words "no grudge and no hatred"?

For tens of thousands of years in the sandy region, since the person in the thick fog came here, he had to learn to forbear.

Several times, the Demon Sand Tree watched from afar as the Terrans who had said goodbye to him not long ago were swallowed up by the thick fog. He was angry and hateful, but he didn't know the depth of the fog and stopped moving.

For many years, the Demon Sand Tree has also hated his weakness in a remote corner. But more often, when he thinks of those familiar faces that are swallowed by the thick fog, the magic sand tree is looking at the dead, and no matter how much he seeks revenge, he can't pull back the dead to comfort himself.

Because of the blood feud accumulated in the past, after saying that sentence in the thick fog, the emotions of the Demon Sand Tree were suddenly aroused. He sneered and said: "What a good one has no grudges and no hatred, you killed a few of my friends, I haven't gone to seek revenge yet, you sent it to the door first, didn't you come to send it to death?"

Seeing that the Demon Sand Tree, which had always been evasive from the world, suddenly became tough at this time, the thick fog that was originally smoky white suddenly sank in his heart.

Several times, the dense fog ambushed the distance, and waited for the Terrans who had been friendly with the Demon Sand Tree to move away before devouring it for themselves. Several times, his distant killing and cruel behavior never attracted the slightest counterattack from the Demon Sand Tree.

After many temptations, the dense fog naturally regarded the rumored deep magic sand tree as a soft persimmon that could be pinched at hand.

For the Demon Sand Tree, although the dense fog had a little scruples, it never stopped hunting the people of the Five Clans at a distance from the Demon Sand Tree.

The fog had thought that the Demon Sand Tree would always hold itself back in the sand and let itself kill indiscriminately. But today's attitude of the Demon Sand Tree doesn't seem to be the same.

The heart is anxious, but the concerns of the dense fog are all over the place. Often, the Heart of the Fog looked down on the Demon Sand Tree, which could only be avoided, but it had never been close to attacking.

Today, if it weren't for the darkness of the night, when it went out to look for prey, the wisp of familiar demonic beast contractual aura emanating from Shen Moli's body wafted into the tip of its nose, it would not have rashly appeared to confront the demonic sand tree.

Compared to other demon clans, Dense Mist, who is one of the several generals under the Demon Ancestor, has a knack for capturing the aura of the Demon Beast Covenanter more keenly than others.

After the Demon Ancestor created the life and death blood, the dense fog has been following the Demon Ancestor's side, concentrating on studying the various strange methods granted by the Demon Ancestor.

The dense fog relied on the power of the outside world more than the rest of the generals, and paid much more attention to the borrowing power of the Demon Ancestor's unique research than others.

Therefore, although he has not studied the knack of the blood contract of birth and death for ten thousand years, he has a thorough grasp of the breath of the contract between the demon beast and the human race.

Right now, Shen Moli is close at hand, which makes the dense fog even more want to take advantage of the situation to catch Shen Moli, and it is better to present it to the Demon Ancestor to show goodwill.

Ten thousand years ago, the dense fog followed the Demon Ancestor in and out, and it has always been the red man on the side of the Demon Ancestor in the eyes of the demons.

Ten thousand years later, when he was called to wake up in silence, the Demon Ancestor no longer regarded him as a close person, but instead relegated him to the sandy region as if he were dispatched.

The contrast between the 10,000 years ago and the past was too strong, which made the fog extremely unhappy.

It was only the roots of the magic sand tree that had returned to a calm state again, coupled with the blue light induction, that made the dense fog more cautious in moving forward resolutely.

However, the things of the world have always been welcomed but not retreated, and retreated and returned. The thick fog swept between the roots of the trees, and it didn't make much difference whether the Magic Sand Tree didn't agree, and it didn't make much difference whether it was through the root forest early or late.

What I didn't expect was that the light that covered the surface of the roots of the tree was more like an illusion while protecting the roots.

No matter how the dense fog went, in the narrow forest crevices, the road that could only be broken out in a few minutes could not be found after a long time.

After a few laps, the fog became clear. He glared at the Demon Sand Tree angrily, and said in an even worse tone: "You know my temperament, if you continue to consume it like this, you are not afraid that you will not be able to eat good fruits?"

Snorted coldly, but the Demon Sand Tree was not in a hurry and said: "I just know your insidiousness too well, so I will definitely not let you leave half a step today." Otherwise, let you do all the evil deeds, and I'm really sorry for my dead friends. ”