The branches of the demon tree stretched out to the sky above the Black Forest, like tentacles, covering the sky and the sun, making people feel cold at the bottom of their hearts, and from time to time they threw out two and whipped at Murong Xiu.

No, now is not the time to escape, after this half a month of training, Murong Xiu will not escape easily, but if he wants to escape, the Demon Tree will not be extinct and will not be able to leave him.

The black light retreated, turning the vitality into a blade, Murong Xiu has always followed Murong Bai's wishes, and always kept in mind the truth that 'invisible things are shackled', and when it is not necessary, he will not choose to use tangible weapons to fight people in the first place.

The Demon Tree Branch is indeed tough enough, and without the assistance of Xingyao, the sword qi he condensed needs to be slashed at least three to five times in a row at the same point to cut off a Demon Tree Branch, which can only mean that his Qi Alchemy is not at home, otherwise there will definitely be no such thing as not having a visible sword sharpness.

If it was replaced by Murong Bai's presence, there would definitely be another situation, and this was the gap.

Click, click, click!~~

He slashed indiscriminately with the obsidian sword qi, causing sawdust to fly within a few feet of himself, just like a lumberjack, and he just cut off the branch of the demon tree, which didn't look funny.

"Hehe, thank you little brother Murong, this demon tree branch is good, it will be fused into my black dragon spear in the future, and it will definitely make my black dragon spear go to the next level. ”

I've seen a shameless one, I've never seen Zhao Xi so shameless, before Murong Xiu gave him a better demon tree root, he didn't want it, but now he was carrying a broken demon tree branch and smirking, under the stunned gaze of a group of subordinates, he simply carried the magic tree branch to the sea.

In order not to become the target of the Demon Tree, Zhao Shi retreated and asked for the second, and happily carried back a broken Demon Tree branch, whose value was less than one-tenth or twelve of the roots of the Demon Tree, and Murong Xiu couldn't laugh or cry.

Heart: Ginger is still old and spicy!

With a bang, Murong Xiu was hit by a demon branch carelessly, and the burning pain in his shoulder suddenly brought him back to his senses, and he got up like no one was right, shook the dirt and sand on his body, and ran towards the beach with his legs raised.

"The green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, Deputy Hall Master Zhao, we are destined to reunite. ”

In terms of the speed of escape, there are really few in the world that can compare to the current Murong Xiu, as if he had hot wheels on his legs, and in the blink of an eye, he ran to the seaside, and then jumped and plunged into the sea.

The Demon Tree never walked out of the Black Forest, but only used the branches as weapons to attack, and after beating on the sea surface for a long time, instead of forcing Murong Xiu out, it was eroded by the seawater, and white gas kept coming out of the branches, causing the original black-gray branches to slowly turn to white-gray.

This situation is very weird, the sea water is just ordinary sea water, but no matter how powerful the creatures are after the demonization, they don't dare to cross the thunder pool half a step, just like the sea water contains some kind of strange power, and it has a natural ability to restrain monsters.

When he was on the island, Murong Bai was right, if the true blood of the Demon Venerable had not dripped on the island thousands of years ago, I am afraid that the current Zhongzhou has already become a paradise for monsters, and the sea is a cage, firmly blocking this place that is not in the human realm in the sea and isolating from the world.

"Oh no, this bastard is a fast runner, my magic branch ......"

Because Zhao Xi kept a section of the Demon Tree Branch, after Murong Xiu escaped, he was likely to become the next target of the Demon Tree, seeing that all the Demon Tree branches on the sea surface had been recovered, he raised his foot and kicked the Demon Tree Branch into the sea without saying a word, thinking that it was better to weaken than to lose completely.

Then, he quickly ordered everyone to jump into the sea to avoid being attacked by the Demon Tree.

In fact, how could Murong Xiu be so kind to give Zhao Xi a gift, just to do something before leaving, Langya's people are not good, I don't know how many people have been harmed these days, and few outsiders have been scared to go to Devil's Island, if it weren't for Zhao Xi carrying away the magic branch, he wouldn't want to leave so soon.

Making Zhao Xi's strength stronger will only make more people hurt, and he will not sit idly by and ignore this kind of thing no matter what.

The branches of the Demon Tree originated from the Demon Tree, and they were transformed by a part of the Origin Power of the Demon Tree, and it was impossible to discard them easily, and as for whether Zhao Xi was dead or alive, he didn't bother to care.

From being reluctant to go to the island, to being willing to hone here, to today, Murong Xiu has been on Devil's Island for more than two and a half months, and today is when they are about to leave, Murong Bai told him when he woke up in the morning, and the tempering of life and death ended here.

Compared to before coming to Devil Island, Murong Xiu's overall strength has risen by many steps, all of which are seen by Murong Bai, and he has also witnessed his growth process.

Although this process is very difficult, the results are incomparably rich, and Murong Xiu always firmly believes that the effort is always proportional to the return.

For him, the early days of coming to Devil's Island were very difficult, and he had personally felt the threat of death several times, even if he thought about it now, he was a little afraid, but there was still some fun on the island. For example, the magical beasts that cannot be seen on land, the strange red flame fruit, the little fishman who is still cute after demonization, and so on.

Overall, Devil's Island was both a scary place and an interesting place, and he was convinced that he would come back one day.

"Hey, what are you carrying so much demonic beast meat for?"

On the beach, Murong Bai shook the wine gourd and poured the last drop of wine into his mouth.

"Waste is a shame!"

Murong Xiu ignored the old man's playful gaze, took a deep breath, grabbed the end of the root of the demon tree tightly with both hands, and threw it vigorously and put the root tendrils of the demon tree with hundreds of catties of demonic beast meat on his shoulder.

"Go back and let the senior brothers and sisters also try it, hehe!"

The meat was fresh, and he simply cleaned it in the sea water and then skewered it with the roots of the Demon Tree, and the dripping blood flowed everywhere, staining his clothes blood-red.

If Zhao Xi knew his true intention to find the roots of the demon tree, I don't know if he would die on the beach.

"If you have the ability, you can carry it back by yourself. ”

Looking at such a large string of flesh and blood, the corners of Murong Bai's mouth trembled twice.

"Don't dare to work hard for you, or carry your own peace of mind. ”

Raising his eyebrows at Murong Bai, Murong Xiu grabbed the other end of the root of the demon tree with his backhand, and gently rubbed it on his shoulder, as if there was nothing in his hand.

"I mean, you carry it back from the sea yourself, don't think I'll help. ”

"Why?"

"You should be so simple as going up and down the mountain, there is an endless sea in front of you, how much vitality do you have to waste Lao Tzu?"

"Don't, don't, can't you go back and share half of you?"

"Don't even think about it!"

"Sixty percent?"

“......”

"Seventy percent!"

“......”

“......”

In the end, I don't know what Murong Xiu made to make Murong Bai compromise, in short, his face was very ugly when he left Devil's Island.

The sea, or the same sea, is boundless, clear and blue, and the sea breeze gently caresses it, causing the slightest ripples, and finally returns to calm.

The island, or the formidable Devil's Island, is dark, the flames are surging, and the monsters shuttle between the jungles, roaring and treating each other as food, where the strong survive and the weak die.

On the golden sand, white smoke was still rising from a cluster of bonfires that were about to be extinguished, and the bones of dozens of demonic beasts were piled up not far away, which became more and more white under the washing of the sea.