To keep herself from losing consciousness again, Hypertherm jumped down from the tree, clenched her fists, and slammed into the thick trunk in front of her. The old skin on the trunk of the tree hurt his hand for a while, and he was especially tired of it, so he twisted it a few more times on his thigh.

Perhaps his slam woke the forest up, and time began to pass again. There are a few leaves falling off the top of the head. Strangely, the leaves, which were still tender green just a moment ago, had turned yellow when they hit the ground.

A gust of wind blew, and the flowers fell to the ground. A burst of red petals fluttered to his feet, turning into a stream of red liquid in a moment, meandering forward.

The more the flowers fell, the more red liquid flowed on the ground. The leaves on the trees also began to fall in large numbers, like a golden rainstorm. The moment the leaves fell to the ground, they also turned into red liquid, mixed with the liquid on the ground.

The fluid on the ground was accumulating and burying his ankles.

The eyes are full of red, and they smell fishy.

It's like being in a sea of blood.

The smell was getting stronger and stronger, and he almost wanted to vomit. No, the source of the smell seems to be nearby. He sniffed around, searching, and suddenly realized that the fishy smell was coming from himself. His whole body, everywhere, exuded that fishy stench.

How so?

In an instant, he understood that the smell came from his blood from the inside out! His own blood was filthy, the root of all evil, and they must be cleansed thoroughly!

The expression on his face gradually became confused, and between his teeth, there was suddenly a bloodthirsty **. He opened his mouth wide, bared a mouthful of white teeth, and bit down hard at his wrist.

At the moment when the teeth touched the skin, I suddenly heard a woman's terrible scream.

Raising his head, the bloodthirsty ** disappeared without a trace.

Like someone in a nightmare who is awakened, Hypertherm looks around and suddenly remembers where she is.

Bastard! Zhang Haibao, are you so weak-willed? You can't even stand a psychedelic scene, why do you suddenly forget who you are? Why do you suddenly want to bite yourself? If you bite down, I'm afraid you will die in this ancient wooden formation.

That woman's scream, but I don't know who it is, could it be that Qiu Lichuan couldn't bear to give his own life and deliberately created it?

The red liquid on the ground quickly disappeared. It was clean and clean, and there was not a single leaf or grass on the ground.

In his surprise, the dry roots of the big tree beside him suddenly stretched out from the ground and wrapped around his legs like a poisonous snake. At the same time, countless roots and branches wrapped around him towards his body.

Reaching out to the waist and touching it, the nine swords were unsheathed, and regardless of the moves, they slashed up front and back, left and right.

In a flicker, the snake-like branches broke off one after another, and then new branches wound around.

After a long struggle, the branches seemed endless. If you stop and let those branches get entangled, you will still be trapped here, and you may die.

"People are afraid of sadness, trees are afraid of peeling their skin", this sentence flashed in his mind, and he immediately had an idea.

A sword flew up and down, protecting itself tightly, and its body quickly moved towards a large tree beside him. When he approached the trunk of the tree, the sword in his hand turned sharply, and soon the bark was sliced off, revealing a white-flowered trunk, like a human bone.

The tree trembled at once, and though it had no face, it felt like it was grinning in pain, and the outstretched branches were retracted.

As soon as the move worked, a large area immediately cleared up around Haibao, took a breath, and swung towards another tree.

In this way, after a while, the surroundings calmed down. The old trees lost their sharpness, and their branches drooped, looking listless.

Haibao still felt unhappy, stood with his sword in his hand, used enough strength, and shouted: "Tree masters and grandchildren, if you dare to entangle with me again, you will definitely pick your skin!"

The sound came far away, echoing through the woods. The trees trembled as if they understood. Seeing the many trees shaking together, Hypertherm couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Laughing enough, I feel tired too. But he knew that he couldn't rest, he had to rush out of this ancient wooden formation as soon as possible, otherwise he didn't know what strange things were waiting for him, and then he would really torture himself to the point that he couldn't get up, and time kept passing, even if he was tired and didn't lie down, when the two hours came, he couldn't get out of this formation, and he would lose.

No matter how many ancient trees there are, there must always be a boundary. If you keep running in one direction, will you be able to get out?

With that in mind, Hypertherm began to weave through the woods. He tossed and turned on the branches, and he moved forward quickly, and from time to time he made a mark on the trunk with his sword.

I felt that I had gone far away, and there were still trees in front of me, so I couldn't see what it looked like I was going to the border. When he accidentally saw a mark drawn by himself in front of him, the whole person froze. Looking further ahead, almost every tree has its own imprint.

Is it just going round and round?

It doesn't seem to work. He stood on the ground again, lost in thought.

As he pondered, he didn't notice that everything around him had changed. The sky turned gray, and the goose-feathered snow fell one by one, covering the entire forest in a white expanse. By the time he found out, he had accumulated a thick layer of snow on his body, and even his eyebrows were white.

What followed was a boundless chill.

The wind whistled and roared through the gaps in the trees, like a beast. Flakes of snow slammed into the face. The clothes on his body are too thin. He used some internal force to drive away the cold on his body, but this is not a solution, because there is always a moment when the internal force is exhausted, and in this snow, there is not even a place to shelter from the wind.

It seems like the end of the road.

No, you can't lose, there must be a way!

Since you can't turn around on the ground, go to a higher place. That's where the wind is strongest, that's where the snowflakes come from, but the most dangerous place often means a turnaround, so what if you give it a try?

Thinking so, he jumped into the tree. A gust of wind blew and rolled snowflakes that almost blew him to the ground.

When the gust of wind had passed, he breathed another breath and leaped higher with his feet on the trunk of the tree.

Suddenly there was a familiar sensation that his body was flying, a sensation he had experienced once when he had escaped from prison, when he had fallen off a cliff, only then he was flying downwards and now he was flying upwards.

Leaping past the height of the tree, the whole forest was in plain sight. It's white.

Suddenly, the wind was gone, the snow was gone, and in front of you were houses and leafy courtyards.

I understood it in an instant, and I almost went crazy with joy.

Come out! Break out of the ancient wooden formation!

In a moment of joy, the body began to fall downward. He still can't control the force and direction of the flight.

He must not fall again! In an instant, he swooped down on the house with all his might, and lay heavily on the roof.