'One, two, three, four...... Five ribs were broken, the joint of his right leg was misaligned, and his left ankle was cracked. Fortunately, it didn't hurt the internal organs, and the meridians were still smooth. Mo Chong quietly stretched out his hand while secretly inspecting it, closing the acupoint of the wound.

"Woo ——!"

There was another shrill roar. Several blue-black vines shot out from the main trunk of the ghost banyan where the baby's face was, stabbing towards Mo Chong and the Bi Ghost King. These blue-black vines were obviously tougher than the vines that shot out of the other tree trunks, and it seemed that the dryad's patience had been almost exhausted, and he began to use all his strength.

"Roar!"

At the same time as the dryad roared, the Blue Ghost King also let out a low roar and pounced suddenly. The vines that were about to stab Mo Chong immediately reversed direction and stabbed towards the Blue Ghost King the moment they pounced on the baby's face. In this regard, the Bi Ghost King did not dodge at all, only heard a few "plop plop" sounds, and a few sharp vines easily passed through the Bi Ghost King's body, but the speed of the Bi Ghost King did not stop at all, and he was about to pounce in front of the baby face of the dryad.

When Mo Chong saw this, his eyes suddenly flashed. One thing drops one thing, and the brine points to the tofu. Could it be that the Blue Ghost King can actually restrain this strange dryad?

Just as Mo Chong was thinking this, the baby's face was open again. This time, it let out a silent roar. But the Blue Ghost King, who had already approached in front of him, dissolved his body rapidly under this silent roar. The head, limbs, torso, in the end, there was not even a trace of yin qi left.

Seeing this, Mo Chong's face changed, and he immediately grabbed out the Soul Sealing Book. Spread out the page that sealed the Blue Ghost King. OK. The Blue Ghost King outside has melted away. But in the Soul Sealing Book. There is still a trace of the origin of the Ghost King. However, in three or five years, or even thirty or fifty years, Mo Chong would never think of summoning another Blue Ghost King.

Unexpectedly, the dryad had such a powerful move. I was shocked away before I got close just now, and it seems that it was luck. However, after learning that the dryad still had this trick, Mo Chong couldn't think of a way to deal with it. Is it true that I am going to die here today!?

'Calm down, calm down!'

Mo Chong forced himself to calm down. In their current state. You can also perform about one or two bursts, meteor falls. But whether this move can get out of the Dryad's control, Mo Chong is really not sure. Then the rest, in addition to these first-level Wanjun insects crawling around on the ground, only those ghosts of uneven grades and the little medicine king snake in the soul sealing book are left.

The little medicine king snake is not good at attacking, and it is useless to let it out. As for the ghosts. Even the Emerald Ghost King couldn't do anything, and of course it was more difficult for them to do anything, and before they could get close, they would all be blown away by the dryad with sound waves. What else can be done? What else?

Suddenly, Mo Chong's eyes flashed. Suddenly probed his divine sense out of Qiankunna, and then. A blue scimitar and a blue-purple sword were taken out by Mo Chong and held in his hands.

"Whoosh!

Countless vines were once again entwined towards Mochong. At this time, the scimitar and long sword in Mo Chong's hand were just two high-level magic weapons. It was barely able to deal with ordinary root vines, but it was useless against the blue-black vines that shot from the main trunk of the dryad, and even the skin could not be cut. But Mo Chong didn't mean to use the Fire Phoenix Sword at all, he just relied on two high-level magic weapons to support him, what did he want to do?

"Dangdang, Dang!

After a dense crisp sound, the blue-purple long sword in Mo Chong's hand was shattered by the blue-black vines of the main trunk of the ghost banyan. In this regard, Mo Chong seemed to be expected, threw the half-cut sword in his hand fiercely, inserted it into the trunk of a large tree in the distance, and then began to use the blue scimitar in his hand with all his strength to resist the enemy.

"Ding-dong!"

Although Mo Chong was already very careful, the fate of the blue scimitar was the same as that of the purple-blue long sword, but after a short while, it was broken by the blue-black vines. And Mo Chong himself, because he had to use mana to make up for the lack of magic power, became out of breath at this time, and some mana was not enough.

"Heh, heh...... Kill ......!"

The Dryad Baby's face was mixed with joy and rage. The surrounding trees and the branches and leaves above the head also trembled with joy on the baby's face.

Compared to the joy of the dryad, Mo Chong had a calm face, floating motionless in mid-air. He muttered, "Yes...... Almost. ”

Mo Chong's voice just fell. The surrounding trees shook violently, and the trembling at first immediately became violent. The branches of the trees trembled, and the leaves kept falling.

Seeing this, Mo Chong's eyes flashed, and the Fire Phoenix Sword was already in his hand.

"Kill...... Kill ......"

The dryad baby's face showed a look of pain, and as it spoke, vines and roots shot out at the ink. But this time, the speed of the vines and roots was noticeably much slower, and many of the vines and roots were only halfway stretched out before they shrugged down. The rest of the part had no attack power in front of Mo Chong, and was cut into several pieces by Mo Chong's sword, and the broken place was no longer blue-green, but purple-black.

What's going on?

It turned out that when Mo Chong was thinking about how to deal with the dryad just now, he remembered the monk's various methods of killing. Among them, there is the use of poison. Using poison to kill people, although there are few immortal cultivation worlds, it is not nothing, Mo Chong himself has met a few monks who use quenching poison blades to attack the enemy. And poisons that can poison dead people can usually poison dead monsters. Therefore, Mo Chong found two poison blades from Qiankun Na that he didn't know from which unlucky monk he got to fight the enemy.

If you change to someone else, when you see those two strangely colored magic weapons, you will inevitably beware of poison on them, but it's a pity that you ask a dryad who has not opened his mind to judge whether a thing is dangerous from the color, but it is too difficult for it.

And. Mo Chong has another advantage. That is, the trees surrounding him are actually just branches of the dryad's body. In other words, they are one. As soon as Mo Chong slashed one of the trees or even a vine with his poison blade, the toxin would spread to the other trees and eventually reach the main trunk.

And in order to make the poison on the poison blade more thoroughly integrated into the trees, Mo Chong cut down the vines of almost every branch tree. Now, the effects of the poison blade are finally being felt.

"Kill...... Kill ......!"

Above the face of the dryad baby, a hideous color appeared. It's a pity that this time, except for the blue-black vines on the main trunk, the other branch trees are already powerless, and some trees have even begun to wither and wither, and the encirclement that was originally like a big barrel has appeared four or five gaps in the blink of an eye. (To be continued......)