A rattan, coral-colored, like a dragon, the old skin is proliferating, the branches are twisted into a rotation, there are no leaves, and the roots have thin whiskers, such a thing is grasped by Mao Zhenhuang in his hands.

Pick it up and put it in front of his eyes and look at it twice, like a miniature version of the weeping willow, starting from the root three inches upwards into a radial shape, there are countless dense branches spread out, but the roots are large and the branches are small, only a thick branch leaps out of it, thick and abnormal, and is held in his hand.

"Peach vine or peach tree?"

After looking at this thing for a long time and wondering, Mao Zhenhuang remembered what this thing was, it should be the root of the big black peach connected to the rattan, which was a thing that he fell down and grabbed by accident, and he didn't care about it when he ran away.

Mao Zhenhuang was a little puzzled, if he remembered correctly, the peaches seemed to grow on the tree, where did the vine come from!

"Aren't all strange things?" Mao Zhenhuang looked at the thing in his hand and had an idea in his heart, and then lowered his head and sniffed on it, the slightest resentment was not very clean, and it was unusually fragrant, and his soul was clear.

Mao Zhenhuang, who felt that this thing was a good thing, his eyes lit up, and his hands flicked on it, the texture was like the sound of gold and iron, it should be very hard, but he didn't know how the long vine with roots became a little shorter after it came to his hand, and he remembered that it was not easy to fall from three floors when the spade fell.

But this does not affect Mao Zhenhuang to grasp this thing and have a little idea!

Pull out his own wine gourd from between his waist, open the gourd stopper and shout "receive" to this thing, and the whole peach "vine" is loaded into the gourd.

Fragrant!

It was exactly the same as the smell just now, and when he took a big sip of wine, his soul seemed to be purified by fairy water, and his perception was a little clearer.

"Good things, good things, they look like adult ginseng, and they are suitable for soaking in wine at a glance. ”

Grabbing his gourd and muttering with gold stars in his eyes, Mao Zhenhuang's smile was about to crack to the back molars.

At this time, there was a loud bang in the distance, and instantly pulled the happy Mao Zhenhuang heart over, and the two-headed ghost under the spade looked up to the sky and stabbed the sky, followed by the entire Shaotiansi in mid-air turned into a pile of ruins and broken trees and fell to the world, and this knife cut out a supernatural ghost to look up to the sky and cry.

The roaring heavenly resentment flipped upside down, and a wave of air waves blew from that place as the center, sweeping away into the distance.

This sound wave rushed in front of Mao Zhenhuang in the blink of an eye, and it became countless popping sounds mixed with hissing, such a strong ghost roar shook through the sky, and his weak heart nerve was even more unbearable.

It's not easy to stay here!

Raising his head and glancing at the two supernatural ghosts that were gradually approaching in the distance, Mao Zhenhuang turned his head and descended the mountain, plunging into the endless black mist of resentment in front of him.

He felt as if he was experiencing a big event, a big event that would scare him to death if he knew what the content was, and this kind of thing was not something that his kind of cultivation could mix in at all, that is, he didn't know which immortal to drag just by seeing.

People should be content, and if they don't leave at this time, it is not a blessing or a blessing, and it may instantly turn into a consideration of life and death.

The anger of injustice was surprisingly faint in the position of spades, but when it reached this corner, it was so thick that he felt that his movements were sluggish, as if he was walking in condensed water, and he couldn't even run.

But fortunately, there was a ghostly hiss from behind him to guide him, and he knew that it was right to run away from that direction, and it was estimated that he would go down this wandering land in a while.

But the idea is the idea, but the reality is not as good as he thought, Mao Zhenhuang, who couldn't run fast, only felt that a green eye fell on him, and when he raised his hand to block it, it was like a pain on the pillar of gold and iron.

"Roar!"

With a terrible roar, a grimace of the blue-faced fangs almost touched his face, Mao Zhenhuang's eyes were dripping, and he pulled out the crown on his back and looked back at this terrifying head.

Clang!

The flames splashed everywhere, and the power of rebound was even more numb.

"So hard?"

Seeing that his knife didn't work, but he just forced this living corpse back half a step, Mao Zhenhuang was surprised by a question.

But no one replied to his words, only the living corpse probed with another claw.

Where do you dare to take it hard, the crown in his hand is rubbing this tattered living corpse, and the soles of his feet seem to be smeared with oil and slide three steps away from the rear, Mao Zhenhuang didn't look back, and took a step towards the front is a wild run.

This is an ancient corpse that has been washed for many years by resentment, even if the body is hard, there is also the nature of killing and brutality, and the ordinary Huayang Tianzong Yellow Talisman can't be suppressed at all, unless you have the ability to chop this living corpse into pieces, or it will be a dead consequence.

Mao Zhenhuang knew what it was when he slashed it, the same existence of dog skin plaster, how could he be in the mood to fight with it, and run away directly.

But fortunately, the speed of this thing is relatively slow, and if you don't catch up with him, you will forget about him in the blink of an eye, and continue to wander here.

The escape road has a small episode here, which seems to mean a bad start!

Mao Zhenhuang turned his head and didn't run a distance of 100 steps, and met three claws that attacked like this one after another, if it weren't for his quick thinking, this 100-step distance could drop at least five or six catties of meat.

The pitch-black and purple ghost claws are like gold and iron, the terrifying nails are half an inch long, and the long ones are even more hateful, looking at the blue-faced fangs close to the face, the crown in Mao Zhenhuang's hands is full of paint and flashes, and the living corpse in front of him is on the ground.

This is a low living corpse, it seems to be a child who is no more than eleven or twelve years old before his death, under the heavy air of wrongdoing, Mao Zhenhuang only feels that a thing lying on the ground is rushing towards his thigh, and he can't feel anything at all.

But you don't have to think about it to know what it is, Mao Zhenhuang, who stabilized his mind, couldn't help but flicker a trace of solemnity in his eyes, if he went on like this, he would sooner or later crash into the nest of a living corpse, if it appeared in front of him, he would be able to play with this kind of thing with a low IQ, and two or three could handle it, if it appeared in groups, his fat body would only end up being torn apart.

"Roar!"

The terrible hiss rang out, Mao Zhenhuang needed to think, the half-sized living corpse in front of him didn't need to think, one blow was hit, and the blue and black ghost claws opened and slaughtered him furiously.

Horizontal drag crown capital, looking at the living corpse jumping in the air, Mao Zhenhuang leaned up and slashed it from top to bottom, although the knife was a knife with a curly blade, but the black light on it was all saying that the knife was still sharp.

With a pop, the tip of the knife seemed to have entered the flesh, and when he looked back, he saw the half-sized living corpse rolling on the ground, and stood up and grinned at him again.

The blade was covered with a stench of pickle, and a thick black juice flowed down the spine of the knife until it reached the handle.

Mao Zhenhuang glanced at his crown, and then looked at the half-large living corpse with teeth and claws in the distance with a solemn expression.

This living corpse is considered "tender", and his knife has indeed entered the flesh, and after playing with the knife for so many years, Mao Zhenhuang is very sure that the knife he just now slashed diagonally from the opponent's right shoulder and stepped out from the left.

But with such a heavy knife, this ghost was not crushed at all, and it was still grimacing at him from a distance.

Glancing around, except for the resentful aura that was so thick that it quickly turned into a liquid state, it was not visible beyond the three-foot range of the body.

Mao Zhenhuang directly sighed when he looked at the living corpse that was slaughtering him again, the paint flashed, his hand rose and fell, and a hideous head accompanied by a cavity of black blood was instantly divided into different places.

This knife is heavier than the last.

And this thing is not lamenting the living corpse in front of him, he is lamenting his own situation!

Not to mention the spade that crushed him like an ant, the resentment and living corpse in front of him alone already made him a little powerless.

Carrying a short horizontal knife, he walked to the head of the living corpse, and looked at the hideous ghost face that was still grinning at him even if he was gone, Mao Zhenhuang went up and kicked it directly, and the head was kicked into the fog by him like a ball.

Even if you have your head chopped off, you won't die, and this is the consequence of being washed away by resentment.

"Worthy of the Jedi!"

Mao Zhenhuang crushed the black blood on the ground with his foot, then silently muttered to himself, turned around and stepped in the right direction.

There is a little more gravel in the direction here than in the back, and Mao Zhenhuang, who can't see far at all, judges that the direction ahead should be a mountain.

But he didn't know whether the mountain he judged was low or tall.

If he is short, this trip should be in vain, and if he is tall, maybe he can still see a way out and easy to walk when he stands on the mountain.

However, the road up the mountain is not so easy to walk, the short horizontal knife is dragged horizontally on the chest, listening to the countless poignant voices coming from behind him, Mao Zhenhuang's trip up the mountain is simply pushed over.

I don't know how many waves of living corpses I have encountered, the magic talisman pasted on my thigh has been changed three times, and I bumped into the claws that stretched out from the heavy fog, and I prevaricated with a knife and ran away without fighting, and his tired hands holding the war knife were a little wooden.

However, his judgment was quite accurate, this is indeed a mountain, and this way up seems to prove that this mountain is quite high.

I don't know how many black lacquer swords were swung along the way, until he looked at the light above, Mao Zhenhuang's tattered robe was already soaked with sweat.

The tired body has a pair of fiery eyes!

That light is no less than a little hope for Mao Zhenhuang, who is panting with a war knife at this time.