Zhang Dadan squirted out a mouthful of blood, and he suddenly flew out as if he had eaten a shell on the front.

Li Ping'er was ready, so she paused her feet and two girls, one with Xiao Zhuo, soared into the sky from left to right, and grabbed Zhang Dadan and landed peacefully.

In just a few seconds, Zhang Dadan had already fallen into a coma, and his blood was rushing like he didn't have money, and it was no different from a broken faucet.

His face was as soft as gold paper, and his whole body was soft, as if he could collapse into a ball of meat at any time.

The heat residue could not be discharged from his body, and the person was as hot as a fireball.

Li Ping'er quickly took out a purple talisman and put it on Zhang Dadan's back. The invisible energy enveloped his whole body, and the deterioration trend was stopped.

But that's all, the problem of coma is still not solved.

"It's true that magic power is backfiring! Grandpa needs to rest. Miss Xiao Zhuo, please help me carry my grandpa to the main hall. There is already a seven-star soul recovery array. With the nourishment of several grandpa's personal magic weapons, the damaged soul can gradually be replenished! But I don't know how long it took for this process!"

Li Ping'er looked sad, and the two women worked together to carry him into the main hall. Shifang was stunned for a while before following him to help, feeling uneasy.

Master, you must have nothing to do!

Time goes back ten minutes ago.

Gao Ning unexpectedly slapped Wu Song and Baiyun into the sky. The strange force suppressed the two of them and could not control themselves. He flew out of more than a mile before landing safely.

Before the two of them could tell the direction and check their own conditions, they heard a strange voice in their ears and shouted softly:

"Wooden escape·Flower Tree Realm is coming!"

As soon as the words were finished, large vines emerged from the ground. These little things seemed to have eaten a small blue pill. When they first appeared, they were only the size of a little finger, but in the blink of an eye it expanded to more than a person, like countless giant pythons coming out of their nests and tangled around from all directions.

Wu Song said intimately that something was wrong, his eyes suddenly opened, and the eye sword that had been warmed for several hours flashed by, and the white light exploded, breaking a piece of vines.

It has good power, but the vines are not affected at all.

The damaged area was repaired in just a moment, and more vines were born, attacking it wildly.

Seizing the gap in this moment, Monk Baiyun swung the cassock, jumped up and shouted: "Wu Song, the situation is not good, get on the cassock!"

Wu Song turned around and cut the vine with a knife, and flew to jump onto the cassock. Monk Baiyun held his palm with one hand, and the two of them seemed to be stepping on flying swords, flying quickly to the distance.

"Wooden escape·Wooden formation wall!"

Kick!

With a few crisp sounds, a large number of huge wooden squares emerged from the ground, colliding with each other and connecting a wooden wall, blocking the two of them.

Monk Baiyun quickly turned, but the vines on the ground suddenly soared into the sky, like countless octopus tentacles.

The sight was blocked instantly.

This feeling of covering the sky and the sun made Monk Baiyun think of the old demon in Black Mountain.

But after all, Hashirama Senju is not an old monster in Montenegro. Vine is just a cover, and pollen is the killer.

A huge flower suddenly bloomed on the vines. As the flowers bloomed, thick fog-like pollen filled out, instantly covering the entire sky.

At this moment, more vines soared into the sky, blocking the road tightly.

Monk Baiyun's expression changed, "Holding your breath is poisonous! There is no way ahead, let's break through!"

"Slowly! Master, I'll open the way!"

Wu Song grabbed the hilt with one hand, plucked up all his strength and slashed out with the momentum.

"The Martial Saint drags the sword to slash!"

The sword light slashed out horizontally, turning from a little star light into a bright moon in the sky. Wherever you go, the vines looked like cut leeks, and instantly split into two.

The airflow that swept through the sword made the pollen fog that blocked its sight into a hole.

Monk Baiyun was excited and quickly accelerated.

After Wu Song's sword, he felt as if he had exhausted his mana and became depressed.

This knife was originally prepared for the tiger demon, but I didn't expect it...

Before Wu Song's thoughts could be completed, he heard a light shout in his ear.

"Wooden Escape·Four Pillar Prison!"

A huge wooden stake suddenly exploded on the ground and continued to extend upwards.

Two of them are on the left and right sides, like beams and pillars, and they are connected to the sky and the earth.

The vines around were attracted by wooden stakes and instantly wrapped around them. Suddenly, a cell with wooden stakes as a bracket and vines surrounded by fences.

Monk Baiyun and Wu Song were trapped in it.

But before there was any time to react, more wooden piles grew along the wooden walls inside, cutting the internal space into smaller sizes.

The two of them rushed left and right, as flexible as swimming fish, but the situation was still not good.

More and more wooden stakes appear, and their movable space becomes smaller and smaller. If this continues, the two of them will be trapped in a cage in a short while.

"We are already trapped! Wu Song, you come to control the direction and wait for me to perform the supreme Buddhist teachings and break through the deadlock!"

Monk Baiyun knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

Just as he was about to use his last trick, a figure wearing red armor suddenly appeared in front of him.

The man covered his face with strange eyeshadows, stared in the direction of the two of them, and slowly closed his hands: "Immortal Art~ Mingshen Sect!"

The next moment, Wu Song's hair stood up all over his body, and there seemed to be some natural enemy in the air, causing his already small cultivation to shrink into a ball.

Monk Baiyun also looked ugly and dared not delay any more. He bit his finger and quickly wrote a swastika on his palm.

Holding his right palm in his left hand, he pushed upwards violently, shouting: "The Dharma is boundless, Buddha saves the world! The Great Vajra Palm! Break!"

A golden palm flew out, and as it continued to expand upwards, the invisible pressure spread out with the palm, and it suddenly knocked down the pollen in the air.

At this moment, dense black dots fell from the sky.

Red Torii, large and small, penetrated the golden palms and smashed hard to the ground with a trace of almost undetectable fluctuation.

The invincible Great Vajra Palm was as weak as a third-rate move in front of the Red Torii. It was penetrated into a sieve and collapsed directly by Torii.

Monk Baiyun was smashed off his cassock by the red Torii and firmly fixed on the ground. He could not move at all no matter what method he used.

Wu Song was even more unbearable. The big sword was smashed in half by the red Torii, and his whole body was facing up to the sky and fixed on the ground.

Whoosh!

The figure of Chiju Hashirama appeared in front of the two.

"No wonder! I was trapped after I left the Mingshen Sect! No wonder I dared to go up the mountain to eliminate monsters."

Wu Song stared at Chiju Hashirama's face and said with great strength: "Who are you? Why are you attacking us?"

With the image of Chihwa Hashimara, Gao Ning gradually found the feeling of being a human being, and was very playful, and spread his palms helplessly: "Do you still need to ask this kind of question? Isn't it obvious? I am the subordinate of Lord Baihu Xingjun."

"Damn it, I knew that the tiger demon was not simple!" Wu Song said unwillingly.

"Amitabha! The donor has a strong magic power and can control trees at will. He should be an open and honest person. Why should he help the evildoer?"
Chapter completed!