In the face of the Locked Spirit Blood Banyan, using a whip is tantamount to self-inflicted humiliation. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Han Abyss took a deep breath, and the Yin Moon blade came out of its sheath, and a silver light slashed through the air. He didn't dare to rush directly, but quietly lurked to the side, and the cat slowly approached.

If he had changed to normal, Han Yuan was afraid that he would be discovered by the giant banyan if he couldn't walk a few steps. However, at this moment, Jurong was concentrating on fighting with Peng Zilang, an intruder, and the spiritual power of the two fluctuated violently, where could he take care of Han Yuan, a guy who secretly approached, and really let him avoid the attacks of those roots all the way smoothly and smoothly reached the bottom of the tree trunk.

Looking at it from a distance, he already felt that this giant banyan was extremely dangerous, but now that he came to the bottom of the tree trunk, Han Yuan's heart was also pressed with a faint layer of haze, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Here, the sun is completely invisible, and the sky is covered with palm-sized dark green leaves and crimson roots the thickness of a baby's arm. As long as you stand under the tree, you feel extremely oppressed, as if you are tightly bound by those roots. Between these roots, Peng Zilang was struggling to support, but his spiritual power was constantly devoured by the giant banyan, and the purple spiritual light became more and more dim between the growth and growth, and there was no power to burst before.

And in the air, countless crimson roots twisted and stretched, like the tentacles of an octopus, and really "lived"! The air roots, intertwined into a fine fishing net, slowly contracted, writhing in the air and plundering the surrounding spiritual power, obviously to lock Peng Zilang alive here!

We can't wait any longer!The Locking Spirit Blood Banyan is rooted in the soil, absorbing the evolution of the leylines of this entire Deadly Forest, and its power can be said to be extremely strong. What's more, it can absorb Peng Zilang's spiritual power and use it for its own use to make up for its own losses, if it waits for Peng Zilang to lose, it is impossible for Han Yuan alone to defeat it and seize the tree crystal.

Han Yuan lurked on the side, and in a few breaths, a pair of eyes had already looked through the giant banyan tree in front of him that he didn't know how many years he had lived. As expected, in the midst of the deep green and crimson, a pale red branch was wrapped around the trunk of the tree, which had never participated in the battle from beginning to end, and it was very striking.

Han Yuan was overjoyed.

According to the records in the Continent's Treasure Records, this blood root is the root of the Soul Locking Blood Banyan, which is equivalent to the human heart, responsible for penetrating the spiritual power of the entire tree, and the tree crystal is condensed in the blood root. Fortunately, the blood root in front of him was only pale red, if it was a rich blood red, Han Yuan would definitely run as far as he could, and he would resolutely not wade into this troubled water.

Han Yuan was not in a hurry to attack. He held his breath, like a cheetah hunting, waiting patiently, until the giant banyan used almost all the roots in order to lock Peng Zilang, and the blood roots were exposed, he jumped up suddenly, and the yin moon blade was like a meteor slashing, and the sharp blade stabbed out towards the blood root with great precision, which was about to kill with one blow, breaking the heart of the blood banyan!

Almost instantly, Jurong felt this sudden crisis. Although it did not have a spiritual intelligence to speak of, the instinct of the creature allowed it to lift the siege of Peng Zilang without hesitation, and quickly gathered all the roots back to protect its lifeline. At the same time, several tendrils the size of a baby's arm swept towards the cold abyss.

With the sound of "bell", Han Yuan's tiger mouth was numb, and he almost thought that he had cut it on the steel. The three wrist-thick roots protected the blood roots firmly, and the Yin Moon Blade broke two in a row, stopping at the last air root, missing this great opportunity. One blow missed, Han Yuan didn't dare to fight, and as soon as the Yin Moon Blade was retracted, it rolled on the ground, just dodging an air root in the air, leaving a small pit in the soft ground.

When he got up from the ground and threw himself into the battle, Han Yuan was shocked to find that he had been completely surrounded by this Locked Spirit Blood Banyan!

Countless roots and whiskers surged, countless leaves fluttered in the wind, every root, every banyan leaf, was like a sharp sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the two of them who were trapped in the center. Obviously, the attack on the blood root just now had completely angered this giant banyan!

However, this change also rescued Peng Zilang and gave him a chance to breathe. Peng Zilang could naturally see Han Yuan's actions just now, and in his mind, he understood that the blood root was the weakness of this giant banyan. He stuffed a pill into his mouth, glanced at Han Yuan, and flew up without hesitation, holding the long sword in his hand and slashing towards the blood root.

This sword, naturally, can't be a mortal warrior holding a long sword and slashing indiscriminately. Just listening to Peng Zilang's soft drink, a purple spiritual light lit up on the bright sword, and then this spiritual light quickly spread out, turning into a huge pillar of thunder and lightning. For a moment, the surrounding spiritual power seemed to be drained by this sword, and it merged into this pillar of light, rushing straight to the blood root with an unrivaled momentum.

What a powerful swordsmanship! Han Yuan sighed a little enviously, and turned around to fight with the disgusting roots like octopus tentacles around him, so as not to disturb Peng Zilang with any roots.

A thin layer of blood-red aura emerged from the trunk of the giant banyan tree, rippling like water ripples, gradually fading Peng Zilang's sword light in a circle. Rao is sword light was so powerful that it was slowly dissipated by the red light after a few breaths. At the moment when the blood-red aura completely dimmed, the sword light with purple lightning flashed in the air, while the blood root in the middle was still intact.

It's a pity, it's only the last point! Both Han Yuan and Peng Zilang couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. The blow didn't work, and in the next second, they had to face the revenge of the giant banyan. The surrounding roots suddenly went berserk, and countless crimson roots swept into the blade-like banyan leaves and attacked the two from all directions, completely drowning them.

Only when you are in it, can you feel the horror of the giant banyan. The crimson roots of the eyes were like strips of red pythons winding them, and the leaves were like a pair of dark green eyes, the sun could not shine, and even the aura was gradually thinning, making people almost feel a sense of suffocating decadence. The countless roots in all directions, and the sharp blades of the cold knife from time to time, made the two of them miserable. In just a few rounds, Han Yuan had five or six more blood wounds on his body.

This can't be done, otherwise the two of them will definitely be consumed alive in it!

Han Yuan gritted his teeth and slowly moved in the direction of the trunk of the tree while fighting against the Blood Banyan. The closer he got to the trunk, the denser the roots became, making his steps harder. Fortunately, although this blood banyan is strong, he didn't open his mind after all, and where did he realize the intention of Han Yuan, so he moved to a distance of about half a meter from the blood root with difficulty.

This is the moment!

The Yin Moon Blade in Han Yuan's hand shook violently, and the cyan aura on it was flourishing, and the few roots that had been entangled were immediately cut to the ground by the sharp blade, leaving a rare vacuum for him. In the next second, the long whip wrapped around his wrist was raised, and the cyan spiritual power was so bright that it seemed to be burning, dragging out a long cyan and blue flame tail in the air, heading towards the blood root!

This style directly drained all the spiritual power of Han Yuan's whole body, leaving nothing behind!

Peng Zilang also reacted. I saw that his hands were suddenly closed, and his spiritual power surged, condensing all his spiritual power together and sending out a move to press the bottom of the box, and in an instant, he was wrapped in a layer of purple power grid on his body, and the thunderbolt flashed non-stop. The long sword in his hand rose straight into the air, dragging all the electric light on his body into the air, spinning and twisting into a huge thunderbolt, slashing towards the Blood Banyan!

Two hits in one!

Feeling the crisis of the Bloodroots, the Giant Banyan almost completely rioted, using all his strength to meet the two invaders with the most violent attitude, trying to make a final struggle. All the branches and leaves were thrown in perfect harmony, and countless palm-sized leaves sprayed down towards the two of them like a torrential rain!

The robe on Peng Zilang's body was completely shattered, revealing a piece of armor with a silver light flashing inside, and a cloud of spiritual light lit up, firmly protecting his whole person. And Han Yuan gritted his teeth, not only did he not have the slightest intention of retreating, but instead took a step in the air, meeting the countless vines with his flesh and blood, and even took advantage of the situation to press down the long whip in his hand even more fiercely!

He didn't have a weapon to defend himself against, and it was too late to withdraw at the moment, so he had to gamble - whether his thunderbolt would be the first to cut the blood root, or if the whisker would pierce his body first!

A crimson blood root pierced through the flesh below Han Yuan's left shoulder, making a muffled sound. The sharp pain made Han Yuan's eyes suddenly black, and all time seemed to stop at this moment, and then resumed operation in the next second. Countless sharp, sharper and sharper tendrils stopped, just inches away from the two of them, and then slowly went limp,

The towering giant banyan tree collapsed with a bang!

After solving the giant banyan, both of them were a little tired, and they almost didn't want to move anymore as they sat still. Han Yuan gritted his teeth and pulled out the roots, and pulled a cloth belt to tie it to stop the bleeding. Peng Zilang's face was not good-looking, he tidied up his clothes that had been beaten to tatters, and took out a pill to refine it, and snorted very reluctantly.

"Even if you don't come, I can naturally see the fateful door and have a way to get out!"

Han Yuan heard this sentence and was not dissatisfied. His purpose was originally just the tree crystal in the giant banyan, and he was not a sudden kind-hearted rescue of Peng Zilang, he had nothing to do with this genius who was going to enter/enter the inner door. It was good that he saved Peng Zilang easily, but if it wasn't for Peng Zilang, he wouldn't have noticed the mutation of the Locked Spirit Blood Banyan, and he might not have been able to successfully defeat the giant banyan to get the tree crystal, and the two had actually been evened.

What's more, what Peng Zilang said is not bad, even if Han Yuan didn't come out to help him, he definitely had a way to solve the crisis by himself, it was just a matter of time. The dignified son of the Peng family was booked to enter/enter the inner door again, saying that he didn't have a few life-saving skills in his hands, is it possible? Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if he really falls into a life and death crisis, it is impossible for those elite disciples who are in charge of monitoring and assessing him to watch him die. It doesn't matter what assessment life and death, but for ordinary disciples, it is absolutely impossible to lose a genius like Lei Linggen like Peng Zilang.

Han Yuan quietly touched the blood root, and condensed a little spiritual power on his fingertips to cut it off and put it in his sleeve. The wound he had just suffered was not light, his chest was churning with blood, and blood was oozing from time to time from the place where his left shoulder was pierced by vines, and the blood loss and pain made his face look extremely pale. However, in order to prevent Peng Zilang from seeing the difference in the poison control path, Han Yuan only endured the pain and breathed a little, and did not immediately take out the poisonous weed from the package to treat it.

Peng Zilang looked at his bleeding shoulder, threw over a small white porcelain bottle, and said in a hard tone: "However, I still owe you a favor!"

Han Yuan paused, nodded indifferently, put the porcelain vase away, and also had a good impression of Peng Zilang in his heart.

Watching Han Yuan accept the porcelain vase, Peng Zilang didn't stay any longer, and disappeared from Han Yuan's field of vision in a few steps. Seeing him leave, Han Yuan, who was exhausted of his spiritual power, exhaled softly, and his tense body slowly relaxed. He patted the blue snake that poked its head out of his sleeve, took out a spirit stone from his bag and held it in his hand to replenish the spiritual power consumed, and soon disappeared into this battlefield.