Chen Jiu fell to the ground with weak body, and blood kept overflowing.

The figure illusionedly pulled out of the wooden sword, and there was a grim smile on the corner of his mouth. He continued to say, "When you go to death, who can you blame?"

This mansion doesn't force anyone to stay, but you just want to run inside.

But before the fantasy was over, Chen Jiu cursed and got up, looking at the illusion of the figure, cursing: "You laugh at the hammer!"

The figure's pupils opened slightly, as if they felt incredible, and said in surprise: "Where are ghosts you are, and why did you enter my field!"

After the illusion was finished, Chen Jiu began to twist violently, and his figure collapsed like a bubble.

The earth suddenly trembled and collapsed like an illusion. Chen Jiu calmed down. Before he could think about it, the ground suddenly collapsed and sank under it.

When many gravels were knocked together in the air, Chen Jiu's body was like tattered cotton wool, and was knocked by many gravels. Among them, the person involved, the feeling of bones being constantly shattered, was the only person involved who understood the most.

In the end, he smashed heavily into the ground and buried in the pile of stones.

After a while, Chen Jiu digged the gravel with blood, spit out two mouthfuls of spit with soil and blood, and got up like a person who was fine and looked around.

He was in a huge cave, surrounded by tree roots and claws, which seemed a little terrifying.

There is a bright light in the depths of the cave, light blue and deep. At the center is a huge tree root, and the surrounding tree roots are all spreading from here.

A figure hung under the roots of the tree, emitting a violent blue light.

The Taoist priests and the other two stood in front of them with their swords. When they saw Chen Jiu crawling out in blood, the elderly Taoist priest frowned, ignored him and focused on responding to him.

Chen Jiu held the sharp knife and saw the three of them. He felt that this time it was not an illusion. He ran over with small steps and asked curiously: "What are you looking at here?"

The older Taoist priest said solemnly: "The firefly ghost is a ghost who likes to capture people's souls among the different ambitions of the mountains and rivers. Pan Lao Tree is the root and mainly kills people with illusions. Although the killing power is not great, it also has a full five-level cultivation level."

The elderly Taoist priest was silent for a while, picked up the Timu Sword, and said, "Today, I will not know the life and death of the demons. My friend will take the opportunity to leave without being involved. If you have the fate to come to Liuyun Taoist Temple in the future, tell our master that you are not worthy of your disciples and you are not good at learning skills."

Chen Jiu was surprised: "Is it really dead?"

The older Taoist replied: "One person will die!"

Chen Jiu nodded, and it was clear. He walked back and waved, "Then see you in the world!"

Before he could walk away, the tree roots in the distance suddenly raised, and the figure hanging below became brighter and the dark blue light gradually turned to scarlet.

Many trees are surrounded by branches and surrounded by trees.

Chen Jiu was stunned for a moment, then carried a sharp knife, hurried to the three of them, and asked anxiously: "Master, you can't escape this!"

The elderly Taoist did not reply, and held the wooden sword of the talisman and suddenly flew towards the glowing figure.

The elderly Taoist slashed with a sword, and a large amount of blood gushed out of the figure.

The firefly ghost roared, and several tree roots surrounded him and rushed towards the elderly Taoist.

The Taoist went to the side of the body and moved away. He took out a few more talismans, pierced them with a wooden sword, and inserted them on the wooden sword.

The other two hurriedly followed, and the three formed a formation and fought towards the surrounding tree roots.

Chen Jiu hid aside, thinking about whether to help, but a tree root suddenly slapped it on his head. Fortunately, he reacted in time and blocked it with a sharp knife.

However, the sharp knife was suddenly bounced away under this huge force.

Chen Jiu had a bare hands, thinking of keeping the green mountains there, not afraid of burning firewood, and rolling around to avoid the tree roots, and running around without looking back.

The fight was so good that Chen Jiu ran happily. Anyway, he just didn't look back and ran towards the side of the complex terrain.

With his physical cultivation level, it is not difficult to run for several hours in a row.

But before he could run for a while, a figure suddenly fell and smashed into the gravel ground.

Chen Jiu looked closely and saw that it was the young Taoist priest. There was another tree root in the distance. Chen Jiu hurriedly picked up the young Taoist priest on the ground, rolled around and avoided, and continued to run.

The young Taoist priest's mouth was bleeding, and the wooden sword was interrupted, and he was still anxiously saying, "Let me go and help my senior brother!"

Chen Jiu just rolled around and avoided a tree root and said angrily: "Stay calm and don't give it away, we can win!"

The tree roots were chasing them. Even though Chen Jiu was agile, he was inevitably inconvenient when he was holding an individual. He could not avoid it at once, so he was thrown into the middle of the tree roots and flew across dozens of meters directly with the Taoist priest, and even vomited blood from the Taoist priest.

The young Taoist priest looked extremely worried.

But Chen Jiu immediately got up again and continued running with the Taoist priest in his arms like nothing happened.

The two elderly Taoist priests who had been worried about here in the distance were a little surprised.

If you get hit by this tree root, you can still lift your energy and run wildly. This person's body is definitely not simple, at least it starts at the third level of physical cultivation!

But they knew that Chen Jiu was going to the Gate of Hell for a while and came back.

The roots of the trees were surrounding them, and the Taoist priests gradually became unable to bear it and could no longer resist it.

The old Taoist priest used a wooden sword with one hand and made a gesture with one hand, and a fire method gushed out.

But the tree root seemed not afraid of the fire method, and slapped the man in front of him, knocking him away with a wooden sword falling to the side, and he chased him reluctantly and continued to attack.

Taoist Leng Lie was suddenly panicked and rushed over quickly, blocking his senior brother with a wooden sword, but he himself leaked the gap and immediately focused on it. He was suddenly hit by the tree root and flew backwards.

Several people are in danger!

The elderly Taoist quickly rolled up from the ground, with a determined look. He took out a black talisman from his arms, wiped off the taboos, held it in his hand, and flew towards the center of the root of the firefly ghost tree.

This talisman is his trump card, which contains a fire technique, which has a great killing power, but it requires people to personally activate it, and it must absorb human essence and blood to explode its power.

This is a winning move that will never be alive.

The Leng Lie said sadly, "Senior Brother!"

The older Taoist is about to fly away.

Chen Jiu suddenly ran to him with the young Taoist priest in his hand, looked at the black talisman in his hand, and asked curiously: "What are you playing with? Can this thing ward off evil spirits?"

The elderly Taoist who was flying in the air was distracted by this question and was slapped away by the attacking tree roots.

The black talisman floated in the air.

The elderly Taoist spitted blood and had no time to care about himself. He hurriedly said, "Catch that talisman!"

When Chen Jiu heard this, he moved his body a few times, avoided the tree roots and chased him, then jumped up, grabbed the talisman with one hand, and asked, "What's the matter?"

The elderly Taoist squirted out a mouthful of blood and had no strength. He could only say hurriedly: "Young man, go to the root of the firefly ghost tree. This talisman is extremely killing, and it is the winner and loser to kill this firefly ghost!"

When Chen Jiu heard this, his face became serious and threw the young Taoist at the old Taoist, "Help me take care of it."

Then he didn't look back and quickly ran towards the firefly ghost.

But he felt something was wrong as he ran. Why was his strength disappearing very quickly? And the talisman was becoming extremely hot at a high speed, and it seemed that it was about to explode immediately.

The Taoist surnamed Zhang, who was kneeling on the ground in the distance, hugged the young Taoist priest, looked at Chen Jiu's gradually moving away, and sighed: "Young man, I'm sorry."

"Bang!"

A sea of ​​fire burst out, rolling up clouds, and a shout came from it.

"I'm a scoundrel!"
Chapter completed!