Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Beast Battlefield
The three-headed python struggled violently, and the huge snake body hit the gravel around it, but it still couldn't extinguish the dozens of fire lines on its body!
Just a moment later, the python suddenly raised its three charred heads, struggled one last time, and fell to the ground and died.
"Whoosh", the middle-aged man waved his right hand and took back a treasure embedded in the snake's head.
This time, Zhan Tian finally saw that this treasure wrapped in red light was actually a fist-sized, inconspicuous red stone!
"I don't know what this thing is, it's so powerful!" he couldn't help but think to himself.
"Knock Knock Knock ......"
At this moment, the red-eyed fire lion arrived and came to the vicinity of the snake's body.
Turning his head to look at the dead three-headed python, the fire lion let out a low roar, and a pair of red giant eyes turned to the three cold smoke mountain immortal envoys.
"Quick Fix!"
It was still the middle-aged man who gave the order, and the three Cold Smoke Ridge Immortal Envoys launched it together and flew towards the red-eyed fire lion.
The red-eyed fire lion, who was originally a little hesitant, was also instantly enraged, roared wildly, and spewed a cloud of red flames towards the old man in the lead!
Cheng Xiu on the left pinched the trick with both hands, and shot three thick ice picks in a row, hitting the red flames.
At the same time, the middle-aged man and Senior Brother Xing also summoned their magic weapons and attacked together.
The strength of the three Dao cultivators was extremely strong, and after only a few breaths, the red-eyed fire lion was injured in several places and could not resist it.
With a wail, the fire lion turned his head and tried to escape, but Zhong Xiu sent out a white zipline that wrapped his two hind legs.
The green bamboo sword and the red stone were sent out one after another, and the red-eyed fire lion was killed in an instant.
Retracting the Qingzhu Sword, Senior Brother Xing, the white-haired old man, turned back to Yang Zhen and ordered: "The three of us, go to find the other three-eyed poisonous lizard first, you are responsible for sorting out the team, after a cup of tea, whether we rush back or not, we must start attacking the vine prison!"
Yang Zhen was slightly stunned, and said in a low voice: "Immortal Master Xing, there are still nine second-order fierce beasts in the vine prison, without the presiding over of the Immortal Master, we are afraid that we will ......"
Senior Brother Xing smiled and said, "It's okay, I have already entered the investigation a few days ago, the nine-headed fierce beast and the three-headed python, the red-eyed fire lion, and the three-eyed poisonous lizard have all been seriously injured, and you have eighteen Xuantie bed crossbows to cooperate, at least you can entangle them for a while!"
Yang Zhen wanted to say more, but the middle-aged man on the side said with a sinking face: "The mutated herbs in Albino Valley don't help the three of us much. The two hunts are for the sake of improving your strength, do we have to do everything ourselves?"
Yang Zhen's face was embarrassed, but he didn't dare to say any more, and bowed to the three of them to receive the order.
The eighteen high-level martial artists who controlled the Xuantie Bed Crossbow all heard the truth, and they also hurriedly turned around and reorganized their team, preparing to enter the vine prison.
More than 1,000 war slaves were driven to the front, hundreds of early and middle stage martial artists were supervised, and eighteen high-level martial artists were pushing the bed crossbow and pressing the formation in the rear.
"This time, if you take the vine prison, all the mutated herbs you get don't need to be handed over to Donglin City, including the war slaves!" Yang Zhen announced loudly after sorting out the team.
When the more than 1,000 war slaves at the front heard this, many of them were in high spirits.
War slaves don't have much choice, if they attack the vine prison this time, they can get a few mutant herbs, maybe it will be an opportunity to change their fate!
"First come, first served! Everyone rushes ......"
Dozens of war slaves in front of them shouted in unison, drew their weapons one after another, and rushed towards the vine prison.
Inspired by the people in front, many war slaves in the rear also let out a burst of shouts to the sky, and followed closely with "boom boom".
"After entering, don't scatter, everyone attack together!"
Yang Zhen commanded again in a loud voice, commanding the hundreds of warriors in the rear to gather and enter.
Just a few dozen breaths, the first batch of war slaves in front of them rushed into the vine prison with a roar.
The white vines outside the vine prison were extremely dense, and after these hundreds of people entered, they disappeared as if they had disappeared in an instant, and there was no trace of them!
"No danger!
There was no sound of the beast roaring and fighting, and the war slaves in the rear were even more excited, and the tide rushed inward.
Among the hundreds of martial artists in the central region, many of them are old and serious, and they all frown slightly.
However, at this moment, it is ready to be fired, not to mention that there are high-level martial artists in the rear.
Zhan Tian landed at the end of the team, following the footsteps of many warriors, and at the same time, like many warriors, his eyes looked around to observe and search.
According to the records in the classics, the vines wrapped around the outside of the rattan prison are more than 100 zhang thick, which is very strange.
Soon, all the war slaves entered, and hundreds of warriors also stepped into the thick vines.
There was a slight flower in front of him, and Zhantian was also wrapped in thick vines.
In a trance, he felt as if he had entered another world, with no other martial artists in sight around him, and his eyes were full of white vines hanging upside down.
couldn't help but pull out the brick knife on his waist, and Zhan Tian casually slashed towards the vines around him.
With a muffled sound of "bang", the knife seemed to have slashed on the thick quilt, only causing the dense vines to emit a ripple vibration, but it was not damaged at all!
According to the Albino Valley Handbook, the white vines outside the vine prison are extremely tough, and ordinary swords cannot cut them at all.
The three immortal envoys of Donglin City once brought back some vines and wanted to try to make talisman armor, but after leaving the Albino Valley, these vines quickly withered and eventually became decaying, no different from ordinary vines.
Grabbing a piece of vine with his left hand, he used his angelic power to cut it off and put it in his arms.
The sound of footsteps and slashing vines around him kept coming, and it was obvious that many of the other warriors were also trying like him.
Walking in this sea of overlapping vines made people involuntarily feel a little suffocated, and Zhan Tian couldn't help but speed up his pace and go inward.
Except for the rubbing of the vines on the placket of the clothes and the light and chaotic footsteps, there was no longer the slightest abnormal sound.
It seemed that the warriors around him and the war slaves in front of him were all suppressed by this strange atmosphere and stopped talking.
After about a hundred feet forward, there was another flower in front of Zhantian, coming out of the vines.
"Roar, roar, roar...... Whew......"
The earth-shattering roar suddenly came from everywhere, and Zhantian's feet slipped and he almost fell to the ground.
When I looked down, there was a large pool of red blood under my feet, and not far away, there were two corpses entangled together, as if they had just died together!
Zhan Tian was taken aback, and swept around with a dazzling eye.
I saw that at this moment, the inside of this rattan prison looked like a Shura slaughterhouse. A large number of fierce beasts are scattering around, biting each other and attacking each other, and on the ground, hundreds of corpses are piled up and scattered, but all of them are the corpses of war slaves and even warriors!
"What's going on...... What about the others?"
Zhantian's heart suddenly tightened, and he wanted to retreat into the vine with a little foot.