When it was Changxiu, it was already a hard bark, which made it impossible to start. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the weeds become weeds, the bark of the tree is propped up outwards like armor, and it is even more inviolable.

Yuantong took out a dagger and stabbed at the weed, but the dagger was blocked by the bark and could not be pierced. But I can't get back.

Yuantong held the dagger's arm, and a cloud of vines wrapped around it.

The new vines reveal a young yellow-green color, and the curved leaf tips are covered with a layer of soft fluff. The tender vines don't need to be pulled hard, and they break with a light touch.

But the vines were not one or two, they were densely packed together.

One by one, vines scrambled to climb up Yuantong's dagger-gripping arm.

Yuantong let out a scream of fear and struggled. A writhing arm breaks a young vine. Clear liquid came out of the broken leaves, and in the blink of an eye, two spores were born from the broken leaves.

The spores grow and become two new vines.

Yuantong's arms were wrapped around vines and he let out a scream of fear. Immediately afterward, the screams were terrible, as if they had encountered unbearable pain.

The Taoist priest turned his head to listen, and then asked the weed:

"What are you doing?"

Except for the herb, he was just slapped on the head by the Spiegel Daoist, and the whole person was much more sober.

Hearing Spiegel's question, the vines wrapped around Yuantong's arm scattered like a child who had been found in a prank. Leaving Yuantong with his back to his back...... It wasn't an arm, it was just a dry bone.

Yuantong still had the dagger in his hand.

The dagger was stained with rust, and the brownish-red rust had translucent rust eyes.

And the hand that Yuantong held the dagger tightly had also rotted away from the flesh and muscles, revealing the jagged bones.

A small piece of bones of the white forest. Those tiny bones used to be knuckles, broad palms, wrists.

The wrist went up, and the half of the arm didn't have time to rot completely. On the exposed bones, there were still traces of skin and meat scraps, and there was an open blood vessel oozing black and red liquid.

Near the elbow, where the young vines scrambled to climb the place, the skin and flesh were covered with blood.

Yuantong turned around and stabbed the dagger, until he let out a terrible scream, and was stopped by the voice of the Spiegel Chief. How long can it be, between breaths?

After a short period of time, Yuantong's hand is like going through the passage of time. If it weren't for the Spiegel Dao Chief's voice to stop it, it would have been completely eroded in the blink of an eye.

And the vines that climb along Yuantong's arms will soon crawl all over Yuantong's body, wrap him, and eat them all.

Niu Hao looked at the weeds blankly.

During this time, Niu Hao always felt that this tree spirit's ability was nothing more than that.

With a hard bark, he is not afraid of pain or beating. Relying on height and hand length, you can hit the opponent before the opponent and take advantage.

Niu Hao knew that his skills had improved a lot during this time.

So Niu Hao has a feeling that it won't be long before he can win the tree spirit.

If you win the battle with the tree spirit, you can return to Qingyang City along the road up the mountain and go to see Xiao Qi.

Now it seems that Niu Hao really doesn't know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is.

Yuantong stretched out his other hand, holding the arm that was so rotten that only half of it was left, ahhhhh

Pain, fear, and more despair made Yuantong's screams particularly poignant and earth-shattering.

The Spiegel Daoist seemed to be unable to stand Yuantong's scream, frowning and popping out his fingers.

Nothing popped out, but only one face remained distorted, and the gaping mouth couldn't make a sound.

Without Yuantong's screams, Yuanming seized the opportunity and said to the Spiegel Master:

"Dao Chief, the culprit threw himself into the net, the matter came to light, and I was ...... ”

Daoist Mingjing didn't wait for Yuan Ming to finish speaking, and then said:

"You can get away with it, don't you have to blame for the past? The whole thing, Yuantong came up with an idea, but it was your poisonous hand towards Qingping. ran away from you, how to explain to Qingping. ”

As soon as Spiegel's long words came out, Yuan Ming began to cry. Crying to the Spiegel Chief:

"Daoist Mingjian, I'm really forced to be helpless!"

The Spiegel Taoist turned his head and turned his face towards Qingping's straight and straight body, and asked:

"Tell me, who planted this circle?"

"Yuantong!"

Yuan Ming said categorically:

"It's Yuantong who drew it to me, so that it can be laid out. It is said that this magic circle can make Qingping's little bastard die extremely painfully, so that even if he dies, he will have to endure the torture of no return. I couldn't bear it, and persuaded Yuantong bitterly, saying that Qingping was our fellow disciple and brother, and he shouldn't be ...... to him ”

The Spiegel Taoist didn't want to hear Yuan Ming's self-confession, so he popped his finger at Yuan Ming and sealed Yuan Ming's tongue. Then he said to himself:

"You people only think about intrigue all day long, and you never want to spend more time studying your homework. Draw a scoop according to the gourd, but I don't know that this magic circle is used to bind the soul and cannot kill people. You guys are like this, it's just a shame on the empty mountain!"

The Spiegel Taoist heard Naga-su ring the bell of the assembly and said it when he hurried over.

Niu Hao always thought that Daoist Mingjing was saying that Yuantong Yuanming had poisoned his fellow brothers and lost the face of Kongmingshan.

Now, it seems, no.

The meaning of the mirror Taoist is to say that Yuantong Yuanming used the wrong magic circle. If you don't learn the arts, you lose the face of Kongmingshan.

So......

Niu Hao looked at the Taoist Spiegel.

So, in fact, Qingping is still saved?

Qingping's body was stiff, his face was pale, and he did look like a dead man.

Niu Hao also tried Qingping's breathing pulse, but it was all gone.

In Niu Hao's opinion, Qingping is really dead.

Dead.

Niu Hao looked at the Spiegel Chief, and the Spiegel Leader raised his face thoughtfully.

Niu Hao couldn't help but ask:

"Dao Chief, are you saying that Qingping is still saved?"

The Taoist Master Spiegel did not answer, but turned his head to the weeds and said:

"Yuantong Yuanming was angry with his own selfishness, angered his fellow disciples, and committed such evil deeds. These two people are handed over to you, take a good look. When I was informed, I went to court and convicted them. ”

He stretched out his two hands, grabbed the two men one by one, and dragged them backwards towards the outside of the courtyard.

Yuantong Yuanming was silenced, struggling desperately but unable to make a sound.

The Spiegel Master then said to Yuanguang:

"For the post of deacon of the House of Commons, you act first. Let those students disperse. ”

Seeing that Yuantong Yuanming was taken away by the weed, Yuanguang's intention was achieved, and he was naturally overjoyed. But he forcibly endured the joy in his heart and bowed to the ground towards the mirror road.

Yuanguang's appointment as a deacon in the House of Commons was not in line with the wishes of the Spiegel Daoist. But there is no way to do it right now.

Daoist Ming Spiegel said to Niu Hao again:

"You take Qingping and go back with me. ”

Niu Hao nodded and picked up Qingping.