"Everyone is here, let's go now!"

The old patriarch gave an order, and Mu Yi and Ah Jian followed closely behind, and Ah Jian's five faces were flushed with excitement.

Although the old patriarch is old, he is as strong as a monkey at this time, walking fast in front, Mu Yi can naturally keep up, but it is hard for Ah Jian and the five people, and he is simply running all the way.

"We're about to get to the Holy Land ahead, let's rest first and wait for the opportunity. "

The old patriarch waved his hand and let Mu Yi and them rest in place, and Ah Jian and the five of them sat on the ground, panting with a hum, only Mu Yi and the old patriarch did not blush and their hearts were not beating, as if they were nothing!

Suddenly, a call came from not far away.

"Sleep, sleep, children, come to my mother"

"Be careful, it's the devil's voice! Don't resist, let me enter everyone's heart and use the mind control technique to fight the magic sound!"

Mu Yi and the six people couldn't tell when the old patriarch used the mind control technique, they only heard voices in their heads, some made them sleep, some made them wake up, some urged them to move forward, and some stopped them. All kinds of voices confronted each other, making a mess, and Mu Yi and the six people gradually couldn't support it, and they were about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, with a loud shout, Mu Yi and the six people opened their eyes, and all kinds of sounds disappeared from their minds at once.

The old patriarch vomited a mouthful of blood, his whole body was already soaked, he stumbled, and almost fell.

"Grandpa, are you alright?"

Ah Jian hurriedly supported the old patriarch and asked anxiously.

"It's okay, Grandpa underestimated the power of the Demon Messenger, and he was unprepared for a while, and he almost fell into it!"

The old patriarch relieved for a while, and he had already breathed normally, and he couldn't see any injuries.

"Let's go, once the Demon Root Spore enters the body of the living dead, we will be in trouble!"

The old patriarch took Mu Yi and them all the way to crawl forward, and they were very close to the holy land, and they could already see the fire of the holy land. A group of pale-faced men, expressionless and glazed-eyed, were led by an old man towards the holy place, their legs staggering as if they were uncontrollable.

Mu Yi could see clearly that the old man at the front was the old leader. At this time, the old leader was completely changed, like a puppet, manipulated by others with a thread.

"These living dead were unconscious until a new batch of demonic root spores entered their bodies, and we mixed in with them last, entering the Holy Land. "

The old patriarch took Mu Yi and them quietly mixed at the back of the team and walked towards the holy land.

A huge vine tree is spread all over the center of the holy place, which is said to be a holy place, but it is actually the mausoleum of the Eternal Race. The stone monuments are entangled with wooden vines, and the constantly beating ghost fire makes the scene very terrifying.

"This is the magic sound vine, it has lived for more than a thousand years, and it really can't be compared to the wooden vine transformed by the goshawk!"

Suddenly, a vague human face grew on the main trunk of the magic sound vine, and the human face became clearer and clearer, it was actually an old woman with incomparably vicissitudes of life! The old woman opened her eyes, and her sharp gaze swept at the dazed crowd.

"Where's the goshawk?"

"He's dead!

A middle-aged man next to the old man said that this should be another protector of the old man.

"Useless things! You can't even catch a child, what do you want!"

A rattan flew out and struck the middle-aged man with a snap, and the middle-aged man was as fragile as paper, split in half, and then turned into spores, dissipating into the air.

The others were expressionless, as if nothing had happened.

"The sect leader is angry, I will send more people to arrest it tomorrow!"

"Remember your words, if you can't do it, you should know the end!"

The old woman's face was hideous, and her eyes were full of madness.

"Immortal Sect Master, the mana is boundless, give me life, it lasts for a long time!"

Everyone prostrate on the ground, singing the praises of the magic sound vine.

"Give me your blood, and I will give you eternal life!"

"Yes, Master!"

Everyone bowed their heads and said yes.

The magic vine stretched out a very thin rattan, starting from the old man, the rattan burrowed into the artery of the old man's left hand, and sucked the blood from the old man's body.

The old man trembled, his expression was painful, and his face turned even paler. The rattan sucked for a while, and then pulled out of the artery of the old man's left hand, and the wound on the old man's left hand healed quickly, and not a drop of blood was wasted.

A middle-aged man behind the old man immediately stepped forward, and the rattan used the same method to absorb the middle-aged man's blood. In this way, the people behind stepped forward one by one, in order, and let the rattan suck their own blood.

When it was Ah Jian's turn, Ah Jian motioned for the others to get ready, and walked up as well.

The magic sound vines have been sucked one after another, this method has been used for a hundred years, and there has not been a single accident, so I never thought that anyone would dare to sneak attack it!

Ah Jian walked in front of the rattan with a dagger hidden in his right hand, and just as the rattan was about to drill into the artery of Ah Jian's left hand, Ah Jian waved his right hand and cut off the rattan, and then a thunderbolt was thrown out, which happened to hit the old woman's face.

The rattan was chopped off, and blood spurted out, so that the rattan didn't have time to stop the thunderbolt. This is Ah Jian's purpose, which is to distract the Demon Sound Vine.

The thunderbolt smashed into the main trunk of the Demon Sound Vine and exploded, and the thunder fire inside quickly spread and burned on the body of the Demon Sound Vine.

"Ahh "

The demon sound vine screamed miserably, his voice was shrill and piercing, and the rattans all over his body waved and writhed, uprooting the tombstones and smashing them towards Ah Jian.

Ah Jian was agile and easily avoided the tombstone.

The roots of the magic sound vine quickly spread downward, absorbing the underground water source, spraying on himself, trying to extinguish the thunder and fire on his body, while all the rattans waved in front of the main trunk, like a glimpse of the impenetrable strong, surrounding the main trunk to prevent it from being attacked again.

The old patriarch took Mu Yi and the others to quickly join Ah Jian. The rest of the group stood there staring blankly, as if they didn't know what was happening in front of them.

"Grandpa, what to do, that old monster has wrapped himself up. "

"Don't worry, let's see the results!"

The Demon Sound Vine has been absorbing water and spraying it on his body, but although there are few thunder fires, they are not easy to extinguish with ordinary water! The Demon Sound Vine tossed for a long time, and even gave up some rattans to extinguish the thunder fire on his body.

Although the thunder fire was extinguished, the magic sound vine was burned black, and an old woman's face was also burned out of shape, but it didn't seem to hurt the magic sound vine.

When Moyin Teng saw that Ah Jian, who had attacked him, and there were still accomplices, he was furious.

"You reptiles, you dare to sneak up on this sect master! Children, I give you eternal life and chop them up!"

The demon sound vine screamed angrily, shaking the vine stem, and a large number of demon root spores floated out from the vine trunk and dispersed towards the crowd.

"Immortal Sect Master, the mana is boundless, give me life, it lasts for a long time!"

The crowd kept shouting.

"Brother Muyi!"

Ah Jian shouted to remind Mu Yi, but Mu Yi was already ready.

"Understood!"

Mu Yi's heart moved, and the Qiankun Lock Sky Bag flew into the air on its own, opened the mouth of the bag, and locked the spores one by one and sucked them into the bag.

"Damn, there are cultivators. See how capable you are!

The Demon Sound Vine controlled the spores and tried their best to break away from the blockade of the Qiankun Lock Sky Bag, trying to take them back into their bodies. How could Mu Yi let it get its wish, and continuously input the power of the immortal spirit into the Qiankun Lock Heaven Bag.

At first, the magic vine was able to retrieve some of the magic root spores, but later found that the spores were completely out of its control and quickly flew into the bag.

When the last Demon Root Spore was sucked into the bag, the Qiankun Lock Sky Bag locked the mouth of the bag and flew into Mu Yi's hand.

"Immortal Sect Master, the magic power is boundless, give me life, it lasts for a long time!"

The crowd was still shouting, but the voice was weak, no new spores entered the body, some people couldn't support it, fell to the ground, turned into powder, disappeared into the air, and slowly, more and more people fell down, and more and more disappeared.

"Damn! Actually hurt me for good things, give me death!"

The magic vine went crazy, and the rattan danced all over its body, like a giant spider, with its teeth and claws, terrifying and abnormal.