Amidst the sharp whistling sound, countless vines as thick as wrists "broke out" from the ground in an instant, and fiercely whipped towards Lu Zhen.

A huge black and white vine appeared out of thin air in the jungle.

In the blink of an eye, with Lu Zhen as the center, within a radius of ten feet, there were waving vines everywhere, and Lu Zhen, who was caught off guard, was submerged in them.

Looking around, there are dancing vines everywhere, which is dazzling.

Lu Zhen relied on his keen sense of Qi to move among the dense vines, miraculously finding a little life in the almost non-existent gaps.

Even with such dense vines, there was nothing that could be done against Lu Zhen, but even with Lu Zhen's keen sense, he could not escape from such dense vines.

In particular, the vines seem to have a will. As long as he tries to escape, he will chase him like crazy.

What's even more serious is that Lu Zhen's limited space for movement is being continuously compressed by vines.

And no matter how much he destroyed those vines, new vines would always grow in front of him.

It is indeed the Wang family's powerful technique that has shocked the alien world for so many years... Lu Zhen was filled with emotion.

Although the Eight Wonders are famous in the alien world, these techniques that have been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years are not inferior to the Eight Wonders.

Just like the Wang family's god Tu, Lu Zhen, who is among the vines, has a deep understanding of its power.

Before long, the last bit of room for maneuver will be squeezed out, and he will be faced with a situation where there is no escape.

……

The woman and the two men who were pushed out by the vine glanced at the vine, breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and stepped back to Wang Mu's side.

"Third Master, Wang He and Wang Xian are dead." The woman lowered her head and said with lingering fear, "We are useless, we almost let him interfere with you..."

"I don't blame you." Wang Mu breathed out, looked at Lu Zhen who still had the strength to struggle, and said in surprise, "This kid from the Lu family is really capable. Wang Xu was killed by him, and only us old guys can

Suppress him, it’s normal that you are no match for him.”

"Even in that war-torn era, such young people were rare."

At this time, the vine's range of activity has been reduced from nearly ten feet to seven or eight feet.

"Third Master, the information shows that this guy has always been mediocre." Wang Bing, who looked pale, said quickly, "Now that he is so powerful, he must have got something great! Looking at him hanging out with that Zhang Chulan, he is probably the same as the rumors.

It is related to the origin and flow of the Qi body in it."

Wang Mu shook his head: "He killed my Wang family before he came into contact with the descendants of Qi Ti Origin."

"Who knows what shameful means were used." Wang Bing said with a sinister smile, "Seize this Lu Zhen and torture him, and you will definitely gain something unexpected."

"No matter what, since he killed my Wang family and didn't let him taste the methods of my Wang family, where will my Wang family's foothold in the alien world be in the future?"

Wang Mu moved forward, waving a large pen in his hand, and drew a powerful final stroke among the ink marks on the ground.

If you look down from above, you can see that with Wang Mu's last stroke, a huge flower centered on Lu Zhen, who was blocked by vines, has been fully formed.

The brush was turned around and the penholder was inserted into the ground. Wang Mu shouted: "Come together!"

The petals closed upward from the ground, like a terrifying giant piranha, swallowing the inevitable Lu Zhen between the petals.

The Qi of Dantian was suppressed, and the pressure around the body increased countless times in an instant. Lu Zhen was so pressed that he could not move or even breathe.

The qigong formed by the old farmer's skill in the lower abdomen was stimulated and vibrated, causing Lu Zhen's body to lighten up and regain a little ability to move.

But in such a situation, a little bit of mobility is of no help.

Lu Zhen looked at Wang Mu outside through the gap between the black ink in front of his eyes.

Even under such circumstances, he did not feel much panic.

Huge flowers rise, vines stretch out in all directions, and a plant with only black and white shows its complete appearance!

Such a huge strange plant appears before our eyes as if it were real or illusory, fully displaying the majestic atmosphere of the Wang family's divine painting technique and giving it great visual impact.

Even the Wang family saw this scene for the first time and couldn't help but froze.

"This is Shentu..." Wang Bing murmured.

"This is Shentu! Compared with the generals who are bound to the spirit..." Wang Mu suddenly stumbled and held on to the brush on the ground to avoid falling.

"Third Master!" Wang Bing quickly supported Wang Mu, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, the same old habit happened again." Wang Mu took a breath and waved his hand, "I'm getting older, and I haven't been out for a long time. When I came out, there were such big battles. This energy was consumed too much, and the injuries I suffered in the early years

It just happened."

Wang Bing said with a smile: "The Third Grand Master is in good health and can live for hundreds of years. How can he be called old? I will argue with anyone who says that the Third Grand Master is old!"

"You are so lovable." Wang Mu touched Wang Bing's hair and said, "When you get old, you have to obey your old age. In the early years, when fighting with others, you could still use the magic paint covering such a large area by yourself.

They trap the opponent without them knowing it, but now without them to contain the opponent, I can’t even draw this picture, why am I still not old?”

Having said this, he looked at Lu Zhen and signaled to the woman beside him: "Go and restrain him, destroy his meridians, break his limbs, don't give him a chance to escape, don't hurt his life for the time being, keep him alive."

Useful."

The woman responded and walked towards Lu Zhen with a sneer.

Wang Bing suddenly said: "Third Master, this guy can't escape, can he?"

"Don't underestimate our family's Shentu. If the Shentu is not powerful, why should our Wang family become one of the four major families?" Wang Mu said with a smile, "Even if Lu Ci comes in person and is suppressed by such a large-scale Shentu, it will not matter.

I may be able to escape from it in a short time, as long as my energy keeps flowing..."

His voice suddenly stopped and he looked at his ribs.

The area in contact with Wang Ting has been dyed red, and the strong smell of blood quickly spreads in the air.

Even after living for so many years, Wang Mu's mind went blank when he was suddenly faced with the incredible facts in front of him.

He raised his head and looked at Wang Bing blankly: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course...I'm killing you, old guy!" Wang Bing suddenly raised his head, with a twisted smile on his face. He turned his hand, and the knife that silently stabbed into Wang Mu's ribs turned, and the knife in Wang Mu's ribs was turned.

The wound doubled in size.

Blood gurgled out.

"Obstacle!" Wang Mu was furious, swung the pen in his hand, and knocked Wang Bing away.

After hitting the rock hard, Wang Bing rolled to the ground and spat out a large mouthful of blood, but he was still smiling and looked at Wang Mu with a ferocious face: "Old man, are you still alive?"

"You..." Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, Wang Mu intuitively sensed that a big problem had occurred.

He wanted to move, but his body went limp and he almost collapsed on the ground.

"Third Master!" The other two men recovered from the shock and quickly helped Wang Mu.
Chapter completed!