"If I am domineering, who dares to be presumptuous?"

The domineering words lingered in his ears, and the prince woke up silently.

When I opened my eyes, I found that my feet were firmly entangled in the vines that were the thickness of my fingers. One of them was divided into many thin forks, like a finger, and reached into Wang Zimo's trouser pocket, grabbing all the berries he had brought from Han Dudu.

"Give it back!"

Wang Zimo felt that he was being bullied, tied his hands and feet, and snatched the things on his body.

"Ruffian hooligan!

Wang Zimo hurriedly pulled out his long knife and waved his arm to chop, but those vines seemed to be made of leather bands, and no matter how they chopped, they kept chopping. Wang Zimo suddenly became angry, flipped the back of the knife and cut it a few times.

The branch was frightened and ducked.

"It's really wood that's afraid of sawtooth!" the prince was secretly happy in his heart, wielding his long knife and constantly chasing after the branches that were hiding in all directions.

The straight-backed long knife is like a Tang knife, but it is seven inches shorter than the Tang knife, the word "Pingyu" on the cloud, there is a row of serrations on the back, and there is a blood groove in the middle of the sawtooth. As you can imagine, if this flat blade were to be inserted into the enemy's body, the damage caused by the serration alone would be fatal.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

As soon as the vine touched the jagged teeth, it made a mouse-like sound, and the tangled roots of the vine quickly shortened. They all raised their heads from the ground, swaying and brushing in unison to surround Wang Zimo in the middle

Wang Zimo hurriedly got up.

The vines rubbed against the ground, making a slight "clacking" sound. Not only is it disruptive to the audio-visual, but the sound is even psychedelic.

"Give me back the fruit!"

Since seeing Huai Yuxuan change from a big tree to a human, Wang Zimo has some understanding of the dryad. He chased after the vines pecking at the berries, and the vines seemed to be intent on shouting at the prince, and he hid back whichever he chased, and the rest leaned over and bent their heads.

"Squeak, squeak!"

"Give it back to me!" the prince roared with a blushing face, "Even you bullied me!"

The knotted trees and vines coiled vigorously, and in the blink of an eye, they actually gave birth to fine white roots, like a dog's tail full of white hair, pointing at Wang Zimo in unison.

"Come on!"

Wang Zimo's eyes were red, and his hands were holding Ping You's eyes on guard, but he ignored the few vines hanging silently above his head.

Suddenly, a tree vine popped out suddenly, entangled Ping You with a thunderous force, and then dense vine whiskers quickly grew on the main vine, from the tip of the sword to the hilt, along Wang Zimo's wrist and up to his arm.

The vine whiskers are like leeches, burrowing into the flesh from the pores, and at first it feels itchy, but then it becomes more and more painful. The prince tried to withdraw his arm, but found that his whole body was numb, and his limbs were as heavy as falling stones.

This feeling is deeply felt by Wang Zimo.

When he was a child, Yin Zhentong got some hemp berries for him to eat out of nowhere, the fruit was sweet and sour, who knew that after eating, he rolled his eyes, "Haw!" fainted, and slept for three days and three nights before waking up. What's even more terrifying is that it took him a full seven days to get used to the control of his body.

Now it feels a lot like eating hemp berries!

Wang Zimo's eyes were glaring angrily, his eyelids were about to burst, staring at the vines, his pale face was tense, his teeth trembled, and his bite made a "clucking" sound.

Faced with the power that could not be resisted, the prince silently revealed deep fear.

The vines crawled over top of each other like dense little spiders, spreading little by little on his body, and like seeds burrowing into his pores, sprouting from his wrists to his forearms and then to his shoulders......

This pain is strange!

It's not physical pain, it's more like soul pain. The body is itchy, as if bathed in spring light.

Due to the lack of oxygen, the heart was beating very slowly, but it was very stubborn, and it became more and more difficult to breathe, and the prince opened his mouth wide and struggled to open his chest. The weak sternum made a "click, click" sound.

It wasn't the vine whiskers that bound him, but the dysfunctional body.

He was terrified.

In the mouth, green roots also grow on the tongue. It was full, extending to the throat, and I couldn't help retching.

"Am I going to die?"

"Are you going to die?"

Wang Zimo's eyes were scattered, and he saw a person walking slowly, looking very much like a big man.

He struggled to keep his eyes focused, and the man was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. Stretching out his big hand and gently stroking his cheek, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his thumb.

"Daji, don't go!"

This is all the memories of Wang Ji, from the moment he entered the miasma, Wang Ji has been targeted by the plants here, they have recorded Wang Ji's words and deeds, and when someone is looking for them, they will play them to that person.

"Wang Zimo, if you come to me, know that I have departed. ”

"Don't go to the ruins of Baiyun Temple in the depths!

"This flower tree is born from the same root, specializing in memory, remember to stay away, don't lose your mind and become stupid!"

At the beginning, Wang Ji's words were still so angry, jealous of the world, and his words were full of rebuke of God's injustice. After Wang Zimo was caught by the tree vine, Wang Ji's voice suddenly slowed down. As if he knew that the prince was looking for him, he said the above.

The voice is gentle and full of love.

The sun rises and the sun rises.

As soon as the hour arrived, the mist suspended above the miasma began to roll, and as soon as the four seasons arrived, it quickly returned to the earth. Countless colorful auroras are like sharp swords, shuttling through the mist, crushing all living creatures like meat grinders.

Dai Xiaomo and Mo Hongyan hid underground and continued to look for Wang Zimo. The two of them didn't care about Han Dudu's life and death, which made him very embarrassed to stand under the aurora.

"If you die, you will be innocent of death, if you live, heaven will not tolerate it!" this is what Mo Hongyan said to Han Dudu.

There is a clear boundary between the miasma and the Black Forest.

Looking inside the Black Forest, the daytime miasma is above the brilliant auroras, and beyond that is the Sky Rift. This foothill, along with Sanhezhuang, is more like being stripped from the earth by an immortal with a sharp sword, and outside the aurora is chaos, forming a natural barrier.

The chaos is unknown, and the aurora is even more murderous.

The area around the Cracked Sky Scar was full of strange things, and Wang Zimo just saw half of the huge deer corpse suspended high, floating in the chaos, being sucked by the slowly fluctuating aurora, slowly stirring into pieces, turning into flesh and blood, and falling into the world inside the aurora.

That kind of shock, that kind of head-on impact, makes people unforgettable!

Back in the Black Forest, Wang Zimo suddenly felt like a new life.

The pressure from the outside world was weak and weak, and the first change made his eyes red, his stomach turned upside down, and in an instant, the blood in his whole body spurted, and he felt like he wanted to explode.

After a long time, Wang Zimo controlled this violent qi and blood pressure, his eyes were cold, and he looked back at the huge black shadow that was gradually invisible in the miasma, and his heart was complicated and indescribable.

Why is this happening!

No, it's not like that!

He wanted to raise his head and roar, to vent the turbid gas that was blocking his heart. He really wants to find a brown bear to fight and beat all the depression out of his hands and feet!

But he didn't, but the resolute face no longer showed a smile, and the dark eyes were even deeper and more incomprehensible.

Suddenly, Wang Zimo's temperament changed dramatically.

From a sunny child, he became a decisive teenager, and then he became a troubled and cold-faced child.

Retracting his gaze, the prince took a deep breath.

He wrapped Pingyu in a vine, leaving only the handle of the knife and wrapping it around his back. Then put on the ice silkworm gloves and walked into the Black Forest with heavy steps.

The fog gradually thinned, and the first two high uplifts were the camel peaks, and beyond the camel peaks was the Sanhezhuang, and further north was the Statue Mountain. On the way, Wang Zimo never encountered a wild beast such as a black brown bear again, and he was unhindered all the way, not even the villagers who went up the mountain to hunt.

In late autumn, people used to go up the mountains to hunt before the snow fell.

At this time, it is the big prey, such as brown bears, horned oxen, wild boars, deer and horses, etc., that hide in the mountains to hibernate when it snows, and only the smaller animals come out to feed.

Odd?

Until the prince climbed the camel's hump, he still did not see any animals. The Black Forest seemed to fall silent overnight, with only towering ancient trees sticking like nails on the mountain.

The stream flows silently.

Through the Black Forest, through the miasma, jumping in the sun, into the unknown chaos.

The swamp suddenly became eerie, and after comprehending the yin and yang, the prince felt that the Black Forest was full of death.

He tightened his gloves tightly, worried inside.

The Yin and Yang realm that I practiced by myself is the Tai Chi realm of the Yin family, not the correct practice diagram of the Great Yan Sutra. Although it seems to be able to mobilize the energy of yin and yang on the surface, the effect is very small, and it requires the support of deep skills.

That is to say, the five elements of divine enlightenment must be practiced to perfection in accordance with the Yin family's exercises, so as to ensure the stable operation of the yin and yang realm.

And he completely emptied the yin and yang, if it weren't for the Great Yan Sutra quenching in advance, this toss down, I'm afraid there will be more than one luck.

Now the prince is silently in the embarrassing state of reaching the realm, but lacking skill.

He didn't know how precious this state was to outsiders! For thousands of years, countless people had died of great skill and suffering from the suppression of their worries in the realm. If he is like this, if he is in a great family, he will definitely use all the spiritual essence of heaven and earth to make up for it.

However, Wang Zimo still has gains.

At this time, at his dantian, a palm-sized yin and yang diagram was slowly rotating, driving the yin and yang qi in his body, and replenishing his power little by little.

It's tiny, but it's better than nothing.

Is this the Daopan?

I don't know what other people's Dao Pan looks like.

"Yin and Yang divide the heavens and the earth, and the yin and yang gather the heavens and the emperor collapses"