"The human race has an old saying that goes as long as the green hills are there, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. If we stay here, we'll just hit the stone with an egg!"
"Even if we want to delay the little master for a little longer," his eyes fell on the thick vine a little far away from them, and he said helplessly, "how long can we delay it! How many days? How many days are enough?
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According to the ancestor's footsteps during the Tribulation Period, we must reach here within seven days.
The man with raised green lines on his face said, "Is it possible? Do you want to forcefully wake up the little master?!" He shook his head vigorously and said, "I advise you not to waste your efforts! Doing this is the same as using a mantis as a car.
What's the difference?"
"Those are the three ancestors who have transcended the tribulation period!" The green-striped man lost all fighting spirit and his whole body was in a state of dejection.
The other person had already cut his arm regardless, and large amounts of blood were scattered on the main trunk of the vine of the blood-devouring gray vine master who was completing his evolution in seclusion.
The green-striped man was startled, "You!" He looked at his companion's blood staining the vines red. He watched the vines passively followed the smell of blood and swallowed his companion. He watched his companion hold a dark red crystal tightly in his hand.
Then it exploded, and the fine crystals were wrapped up in the vines.
It's a pity that a man with green stripes still can't wake up the little master.
But at the next moment, the man with green stripes also cut his arm, spilled blood, and threw himself into the vines, leaving only a whisper in the air, "Why bother?"
Chen Shuixin suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the woods had undergone some subtle changes. She turned around and asked, "Little bracelet! Don't you feel there are some changes?"
Wei Zhuo replied, "This forest has come to life."
"Alive?" Chen Shuixin said thoughtfully, "What do you mean?"
Chen Shui
From the words, we can know that Jingwen was assassinated and died.
It has only been ten years since the Blood-eating Gray Vine got Jingwen's blood. Such a short period of time is not enough for it to absorb Jingwen's power. It should have entered seclusion, which is the state we first entered here, and now there are cultivators
Forcefully awakened it."
Chen Shuixin realized that this was obviously the eve of a fierce battle!
Three days later, Wei Zhuo and others finally met the mini-boss in Kongshan Realm.
It was a rather peaceful and quiet valley. If he had ignored the dark red vine branches with snarling teeth, Chen Shuixin would have thought that he had arrived at a place where he could enjoy the quiet time in the forest.
As if feeling the invasion of outsiders, a human face suddenly appeared on the main branch of the vine. The face was twisted and struggling to open its eyes. Wang Min paused slightly and shouted angrily, "How dare you?!"
Chen Shuixin was a little confused. Looking at the furious Wang Min, Wei Zhuo pulled Chen Shuixin and focused his eyes on the face on the main branch of the vine.
Wang Min whispered, "That's Brother Jingwen's face!"
Chen Shuixin suddenly understood that these vines were really nasty, and they were specially made to disgust people.
Wang Min directly threw the gourd that was as tall as a man into the sky. The gourd's mouth opened wide, and a strong wind blew towards the vines. The wind with a chilling air strangled the vines.
Chen Shuixin thought that Wang Min must be very eager to kill the blood-eating gray vine by himself at this moment to avenge the blood of his friend. She tugged on Wei Zhuo's sleeve and said, "Little bracelet! Let's retreat first and let Wang Daoyou express his feelings.
The anger in my heart, if Fellow Daoist Wang is in danger, we will step forward to help!"
Wei Zhuo followed Chen Shuixin back in an obedient manner, setting aside the battlefield. He even took a walk around the area.
And this young blood-devouring gray vine is not stupid. Naturally, it knows that fighting three tribulation-stage ancestors at once is like going through a great tribulation. And if it comes one by one, maybe it can be bolder and there is still a chance of a comeback.
Woolen cloth?
All those vines with claws and fangs rushed towards Wang Min, and in just a moment Wang Min was wrapped into a rice dumpling.
Chen Shuixin's eyes widened, and after a while she murmured to herself, "What a fierce vine."
Wei Zhuo was very familiar with Chen Shuixin's voice, so naturally he couldn't miss what Chen Shuixin said. He only said, "It is said that the real blood-eating gray vine can trap a monk in the tribulation stage with one blow. If the monk can't quickly break the trap,
If the vines are clinging to him, there is a 90% chance that this monk will not be saved."
Chen Shuixin blinked. It was obvious that the vine in front of her had no such power at all. She saw that the rice dumpling-like vine ball was penetrated by many spiritual swords, and finally the broken branches fell like rain.
I saw eighteen spiritual swords dancing up and down around Wang Min, and each spiritual sword was extremely sharp.
Chen Shuixin's eyes widened and he guessed reasonably, "Little bracelet! Is this an extremely rare sword formation?"
Wei Zhuo nodded, "These eighteen swords come from the same sect. If the cultivator uses them well, they will be invincible!"
Chen Shui
At this time, the eyes of the face on the vine finally opened, but they were attacked crazily by the eighteen spiritual swords.
The branches of the vine were like tentacles trying to catch the spiritual swords that had injured it, but the strong wind blowing from the gourd's mouth made the branches messy.
It was obvious that Wang Min had the upper hand over the vines. At this time, he had already stepped forward. His hands were wrapped in metal at some point, as if he were wearing a pair of metal gloves, and he punched the main branch.
The main branch was shaking, and Wang Min seemed to be trying to pull out the vines with his bare hands.
The roots of the vine hidden in the ground suddenly burst out of the ground and twitched. Wang Min was caught off guard for a moment. For Wei Zhuo's sake, he patted the fire dragon.
Up.
The fire dragon commanded its flames to strangle those vines and roots majestically, and soon a crackling sound sounded in the quiet valley.
Those vine branches and roots were quickly retracted.
Wang Min turned around and said, "Thank you, little friend Wei."
What Chen Shuixin didn't expect was that the blood-eating gray vine actually transformed into a human body. It was a black-skinned boy.
But as soon as the black-skinned boy's feet landed on the ground, he quickly ran away in the opposite direction.
"No! He's trying to escape." Wang Min followed him immediately.
Even Chen Shuixin wanted to catch up, but Wei Zhuo held his wrist, "Don't worry! I sealed this valley before! He won't be able to walk more than a few steps before he comes back."