I don't know how many years have passed underground, and now I don't know if it's day or night, Fang Yan feels tired, and wants to find a place to rest.

It didn't take long for Fang Yan to walk out of the cave and into a huge jungle shrouded in black mist. In the sky, the sun and the moon saw a thick layer of black mist, clasped above the ground like a cauldron lid. It was a strange jungle, full of black trees, very tall and with many branches, but without a few leaves, somewhat like the late autumn in the mountains and forests where mortals lived.

There are dark green weeds growing on the ground, this kind of weeds dialect has never been seen before, there is a kind of vitality that is very different from the outside grass and trees, but I don't feel the aura, it is sure that it is not a spirit grass. There is no common soft feeling when stepping on the grass, but it is a bit like stepping on gravel, only to hear the sound of "creaking", this kind of grass is afraid that even the demon beast can't bite it, and I don't know which kind of monster can eat it.

The dialect kept walking around the edge of the woods, not daring to go in, and there was a very strange feeling in his intuition that there was some unknown trap in it. After turning for a while, Fang Yan walked back to the same place, a black forest, without a single demonic beast and ghost, how can it be like a good land.

After thinking about it for a long time, Fang Yan gritted his teeth and stepped into this forest. Stepping on the hard dark green grass on the ground, walking through the dark woods, without a trace of wind in the air, he walked carefully for about a pillar of incense, and did not encounter danger, but he did not dare to relax for a moment, and the premonition of danger did not leave.

Gradually came to the depths of the woods, and the quiet needle could be heard falling, and suddenly there was a slight "rustle" sound, and Fang Yan's heart suddenly tightened, and his body immediately moved, and he climbed to a big tree, hiding his figure, and the place where the sound came. The light in the woods was very dim, but a huge scorpion-like demonic beast was faintly seen, firmly wrapped by a long black snake, sticking out of the ground, wrapping around and around, and finally twitching silently a few times, and then there was no breath.

There was no sound in the woods, and there was a dead silence all around. The dialect was indeed frightened, the demon snake was so big that it was dozens of zhang long in just one part, and it entangled its prey in one roll, and strangled it to death at will. What kind of demon beast is this, if this is a demon snake, such a big body is only afraid that it has second-level cultivation, and his body is not enough for it to stuff his teeth.

Fang Yan tiptoed to the right rear, trying to get around the entrenched place of the snake demon, find a place to rest, and eat something, estimating that he would not be able to enter a drop of water one day. After a long detour, Fang Yan finally avoided the place where the demon snake was entrenched and came to the foot of a mountain. It was a black stone mountain, the mountain was full of stones, there was not a single plant or tree, just a few vines hanging down along the cracks in the stones, and the top of the mountain was empty and lifeless.

This hilltop can be used as a rest, and after a while of observation, you can lay out a formation, and you can rest here for a night, the dialect is really sleepy and hungry. After going around the hill and not noticing any danger around him, Fang Yan walked towards the hill with confidence. As soon as he walked to the foot of the mountain, suddenly the thin vines wrapped around the ankles of the dialect, and in an instant, dozens of vines of all sizes emerged out of nowhere, entangled the dialect.

Fang Yan didn't expect that the mutation would happen so quickly, and he couldn't reach it for a while, and the long vines were like the demon snake just now, tightly strangling Fang Yan's body, and the sharp tentacles immediately pierced into Fang Yan's body. Fang Yan forging the body is not a day or two, and the idle low-level magic weapons can't be helpless at all, and the physical body can resist it, but this spike pierced it all at once, and Fang Yan suddenly felt numb all over his body, and the mana in his body was no longer under his control, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be quickly extracted, and even his divine consciousness was a little faintly painful.

What kind of demon beast is this, I've never seen it before, and it was subdued without any defense, and if it goes on like this, the dialect will soon be sucked dry. Fang Yan hurriedly subconsciously recited the blue bead space, this is his last hole card, in the blink of an eye, the dialect appeared in the space, I didn't expect the vines around me to follow, this is strange, the dialect has been tried many times, in addition to the dead and spiritual plants, only living things that have signed a contract with their own soul can come in. This thing must not have signed a contract, so it must be something of grass and trees, no wonder it can also be followed.

Since it is grass and trees, and it is in its own space, it is up to you to make waves, and you can't help this vine to make waves. Thinking of this, Fang Yan sat cross-legged on the ground, and fiercely used the Rongmu Jue to absorb the vitality and aura in the vines, and when the meridians were really unable to accommodate it, they poured into the surrounding spiritual grass, and the speed was more than ten times faster than usual.

In the quiet space, a person sat quietly on the mountain bag, his whole body was wrapped in huge vines, and the whole space was almost too crowded to fit it, if it weren't for the pain on Fang Yan's face at the moment, he would have thought that he was practicing some exercises. The vines did not stop sucking the blood in Fang Yan's body, and Fang Yan did not relax, frantically devouring the vitality of the demon vines, and a life-and-death struggle was fiercely fought in this strange calm.

Gradually, he lost a little blood and felt dizzy in his brain, but he bit his tongue vigorously to avoid falling asleep. At the same time, he frantically ran the Rongmu Jue at high speed, violently absorbing the vitality mana of the demon vine, and the mana with a heavy wood aura was dark green, and it was sucked into his body by the dialect like a stream of flowing water, and the meridians and dantian of his body were tingling for a while, and the meridians and dantian that were filled with huge spiritual power felt like they were about to explode. But the speed of the dialect is faster, and there is no time to pour out the spiritual power in the body, because as long as it is slower than the demon vine, it is possible that the demon vine will suck itself dry first.

Time passed little by little, and the battle between one man and one vine had entered the white heat, and they all seemed to understand that it was now a matter of life and death, and whoever could breathe or even suck the opponent dry in an earlier or even an instant would be able to live, and the opponent could only die. At the moment of life and death, Fang Yan was sweating profusely, the dantian and meridians in his body were all swollen, full of the wood aura of the demon vine, and the walls of the meridians were stretched out one by one cracks, if he couldn't solve it quickly, even if he won in the end, he was afraid that the meridians would be completely wasted, and the immortal road would be cut off.

"Ah!" Fang Yan began to roar hoarsely, the wood aura in the dantian was about to burst, and before he could suck the demon vine dry, he would explode and die first. For now, the only way to do this is to take the risk of forcibly impacting the fourth layer of qi refining, and use the expanded dantian after rushing to accommodate more aura, otherwise there is only a dead end.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan's eyes widened, he forcibly endured the severe pain all over his body, and desperately compressed the aura in the dantian, and these wood aura were not refined, so he didn't listen to the mobilization at all. But Fang Yan couldn't care about it so much, and mobilized his limited spiritual power to forcibly wrap the swarming wood spiritual energy, and rotated wildly around the spiritual energy mass in the middle of the dantian.

The dantian of the dialect boiled for a while, the gray-white aura and the dark green wood aura rolled together, squeezed into a big cloud, and cracks also appeared on the inner wall of the dantian, and the dialect was on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, a divine consciousness suddenly came from the demon vine, which frightened the dialect and almost confused the mana, this vine still has divine consciousness, and this world is too crazy. After a careful induction, it turned out that this demon vine gave in to the dialect, and the vitality in its body was almost absorbed by the dialect, and if it continued like this, it would be sucked to death, and this monster would even spare its life.

But Fang Yan didn't dare to relax a bit, who knows how high this demon vine's spiritual wisdom is, in case it will still be cheating, then Fang Yan will really be stupid. Fang Yan hurriedly divided his mind a little, urging the soul card to use the forbidden soul spell in that scripture, and at the same time sent out a divine sense, asking this vine to let go of the god, and then the forbidden soul spell entered its soul. Everything went well, even the dialect was unbelievable, and such an incredible thing happened to him.

Soon, through the soul card dialect, he communicated with the demon vine, which was called the bloodthirsty demon vine, an ancient demon species that lived by sucking blood. Lingzhi is far less advanced than Fang Yan fears, it is basically the simplest bit of consciousness, just now he was threatened with death, and the instinct to survive made this demon vine send a message of submission.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Yan hurriedly released the wood aura in his body little by little, in addition to the magic vine, the other spirit grasses also absorbed a lot, and the aura of the wood attribute in the space was much richer. At this time, the demon vine shrank into a few zhang long, coiled into several circles and surrounded the dialect, but unfortunately the blood that was sucked away was not returned, even if it could be dialect, he didn't dare to ask for it.

Fang Yan took out two pills from the storage bag and swallowed them, both of which were used to repair his injuries. In the space, Fang Yan quietly recuperated for several hours, feeling that there was no major problem in his body, and then he secretly released his divine sense, and then his divine consciousness moved and returned to the hill. This is probably the territory of the demon vine, and the dialect uses his divine sense to simply ask it to guard this place, and not to put anything here, and then he came to the top of the mountain and found a flat place to rest cross-legged.

Due to excessive blood loss, coupled with the rupture of the dantian and meridians, although the dialect had recuperated for a few hours, his face was still pale now. The injuries of the dantian and meridians were much better, but it would take at least a few months to fully recover, and the injuries were extremely slow to repair. The loss of blood and qi is easier to handle, after all, the time for dialect refining is not short, and the foundation of the physical body is still there, as long as the absorption of blood and qi is increased, it will get better after a few days of recovery.

After feeling some strength in his body, Fang Yan stood up and carefully laid out the Vajra Soul Locking Array around him, then he took out the prepared wine and meat, ate it, and slept beautifully after eating and drinking. When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I did was to sense the magic vine, and found that it was really waiting around according to its instructions, so I was completely relieved. The magic vine has only opened a little bit of spiritual intelligence, which is lower than that of demon beasts, but it is already very remarkable among plants, at least I have never heard of plants and spiritual intelligence.

After a night of recuperation, this magic vine has recovered a little, but it is still too far from yesterday, and it may come in handy in the future, so Fang Yan decided to restore it to its best state in the next few days. Of course, there is a dialect, that is, Rongmu Jue, although this forest is not vibrant, but there are also a lot of grass and trees, and it is more than enough to restore a magic vine.

In the days that followed, Fang Yan helped the demon vine recover little by little while recovering from his injuries. The blood qi of the dialect recovered quickly, and the meridians and dantian were much slower, which was also expected, and the recovery of the demon vine far exceeded the prediction of the dialect, but it is also understandable that the plants that grew up in such a harsh environment should also be regarded as one of the means of survival.

The demonic beast did not harvest, but it received a magic vine, which is not bad, Fang Yan wanted to go back here, and it had been four or five days since he pinched his fingers and calculated it, plus the damage of the meridian dantian had not yet recovered, so he was worried about another accident. But I was unwilling, and I didn't charge a demonic beast, although this demonic vine is more fierce than some demonic beasts, but it is only suitable for use in special environments, and it is not as easy to use as a demonic beast.

Besides, the powerful monster like the demon vine has been subdued by himself, and it should be easier to subdue a demonic beast, there will be no more powerful one around here, so it is better to take this opportunity to look for it again. I don't know when I'll come back here, and I don't know if anything will happen here. It was easy to convince himself, but in fact, it was still the greed of the dialect, and he decided to explore another section and go back.

There are still many powerful monsters like magic vines in this forest, and Fang Yan still has to be careful, but before leaving, he still went to the magic vine's lair first, and cleaned up those monster materials and furs that were still a little valuable, which were worth some spirit stones. Then he communicated with the magic vine, and let it shrink and roll around his wrist, like a black bracelet.

With the magic vine as his guide, Fang Yan quickly avoided the powerful monsters and walked all the way through the woods to a narrow hole. The reason why it came here was because of the hint of the purple pupil beast, but its divine sense was still very weak after all, and it didn't say what was in it for a long time, so Fang Yan hesitated for a moment, but still went in.

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