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Looking at the fast-growing giant vines and the branches rushing like a tide behind him, Yang Ling was about to collapse. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And the mound of earth behind them also stopped, and then a fiery red thorn quickly emerged from the soil, growing higher and higher, and soon grew to tens of meters thick and hundreds of meters high, the trunk of the tree was straight and pierced the sky, although it was much shorter than a few giant vines, but the momentum was much more domineering, the huge red leaves seemed to be steaming flames, the spikes on the leaves were densely packed, each one was several meters long, the black light flowed, and the space in the swaying flashed a pitch-black halo, on the ground, the fiery red roots of several meters thick were like giant pythons that kept rolling out of the soil, and then quickly intertwined and twistedSuddenly, all the roots of the trees in a radius of hundreds of meters were huge exposed outside, and there were even many of them stretched out for thousands of meters, like spider webs.

I'll it!

Yang Ling looked at this huge thorn tree dumbfounded, his mood was very complicated, and his eyes were full of resentment.

You can grow so big, why did you pretend to run away in the first place?

And I was also dizzy, knowing that the plants in this place were very strange, but I was still carried away by the minerals suggested by the detector, and I chased for hundreds of kilometers stupidly.

With the appearance of the giant thorn tree, the movements of the four giant vines also slowed down, and they firmly surrounded the surroundings from a distance of several kilometers.

Yang Ling and the stick were surrounded by thick tree roots, which were intricately intertwined into a circular wall, enclosing the two of them inside.

Yang Ling didn't move, but the thorn tree didn't attack him either, and the five tall and strange plants confronted each other like this, and the surroundings were unusually quiet, and the scene was very weird.

As time passed, the atmosphere at the scene became more and more tense, and cold sweat kept pouring out on Yang Ling's forehead, just like a prisoner waiting for the death sentence to be pronounced, singing ten thousand times was not enough to describe his mood at this time.

More than ten minutes passed, and suddenly the purple giant vine swayed a few times and began to shrink, and then a purple light flashed, and a handsome middle-aged man about twenty meters tall, wearing a purple robe and purple long hair shawl, appeared in place, holding a simple and twisted tree vine staff in his hand, and the golden runes on the staff continued to disappear and flicker, like a legendary mage, and the image was a mess.

Yang Ling thought he was dazzled, and rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he looked again, he found that there were already four mages standing around, and their faces were almost the same, except for the color of their clothes and hair, the staff in their hands were also different.

"Thorn Demon, you haven't moved your nest for more than 100,000 years, why did you suddenly appear, could it be that you want to escape?"

A deep voice suddenly came out of the mouth of the purple-clothed mage, and Yang Ling couldn't help but widen his eyes, this girl actually spoke Chinese.

"Haha, it's your business if I can't leave, can you still stop me with your four rotten vines?"

An arrogant voice came from behind Yang Ling, and when he turned his head, the thorny tree had disappeared, only to see a middle-aged man who was almost twenty meters tall standing behind him, with an unruly look on his face.

He had long fiery red hair, a red and black robe, a handsome face, a flame tattoo on his forehead, and a pitch-black staff in his hand, with a thorn entwined at the top of the staff.

Didn't Lao Tzu Mo have been with the Han family's aunt and nephew for 3p recently, and some kidney deficiency dazzled?

Yang Ling opened his mouth wide and felt that his head was severely deprived of oxygen, which was completely beyond the scope of his understanding that had survived after more than twenty years of earth knowledge.

Where is this Nima still a plant, it's completely a monster that has become a spirit!

Doesn't it mean that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, they are not allowed to become elites?

Just when Yang Ling's thinking was in confusion, the four surrounding mages raised their magic staff almost at the same time, and colorful light began to shine.

"Thorn Demon, one last word of warning to you, obediently hand over this Terran to us, and hurry back to your lair to stay!"

"A traitor is a traitor, he will never speak so shamelessly, he still doesn't repent after more than 100,000 years, anyway, this little demon world is about to collapse, let me dig up your ancestral roots today, so that your so-called boundary-breaking demon vine clan will be extinct, and no longer plague this world......"

The thorn demon hair robe was windless and automatic, like a burning red flame, and the staff in his hand also began to fill with red light, and dense black needles began to appear in the air within a radius of thousands of meters, as if they existed in another world, jumping and flickering in the void.

And almost at the same time, the four giant vine mages standing around were also full of momentum, and the staff in their hands also emitted four different kinds of light, and a large number of rattans and various terrifying and hideous shadows appeared in the void, roaring and rushing out of the void.

The Thorn Demon frowned slightly, and with a slight wave of his staff, the sky suddenly burst with red light, and a large number of black needles seemed to pierce the void, and then densely roared and attacked in four directions.

In an instant, all kinds of light exploded in the air, and the violent energy fluctuations caused the space within a radius of tens of kilometers to emit terrifying shocks, and the layers of rattans and monsters roared in the air, and then were penetrated and annihilated by the black stinging needles.

But then more rattans and monster phantoms appeared, and black stinging needles continued to appear in the void, blasting in all directions as if endlessly.

In the continuous shock of the roar, the space seemed to be unable to withstand the energy fluctuations generated by the attack, and the pitch-black cracks continued to flash around it, even if it was such a fierce battle, all the attacks tacitly avoided Yang Ling and the stick standing in the center.

Yang Ling watched in amazement as several tree spirits fought.

Is this the rhythm of tearing up at the first sign of disagreement? Why is Lao Tzu's life so bitter, his face has not been washed or brushed, and he has been involved in a grievance more than 100,000 years ago for no reason.

And where are these goblins coming from?

Although the thorn demon was very awesome at first, under the combined attack of the four demon vine mages, it soon showed that it was not supported, and the range of the stinging needles in the void became smaller and smaller, and it was slowly compressed to a range of two or three hundred meters, and there were more and more rattans and monsters, like a monstrous flood, the pressure was getting lower and lower, and it was getting closer and closer.

Without warning, a rattan swept towards Yang Ling, as if trying to pull him out of the protection of the thorn demon.

"Boss, run~!" the stick couldn't help but yell, turned around and ran.

Yang Ling took out the Gou Chen Fei Sword with a dark face, and with a 'choking' sound, a sword light volleyed up dozens of meters in the air, and slashed towards the attacking tree vine.

"Boom~"

The violent energy exploded, the tree vine was cut off by the flying sword and then collapsed and disappeared, and almost at the same time, an extremely strange feeling rushed into his mind along the divine sense that connected the flying sword, Yang Ling's spirit was shook, and he almost vomited out in disgust, and a large number of rattans rolled densely from all around, overwhelmingly trying to wrap him in. (To be continued.) )