Mo Zhiyu took a step forward, and the pure white suit on his body shattered out of thin air, revealing a black and red robe; He took another step forward, the flowers in his hands withering, and what he held was a long, straight-edged knife with a pitch-black body. As he advanced, the sea of flowers turned into a sea of fire, and the blue sky and white clouds were engulfed in fiery red. It is a false world destined for destruction.

Breakthrough! Lun Spirit Realm: Mid-Term!

Mo Zhiyu suddenly opened his eyes, and the Yuan Force around his body swelled, forming a thin set of armor on his body, which shattered the entangled vines on his body in an instant.

He was still at the top of the mountain, but there were no psychedelic walls of light, no treasures, and all of them were bound in a dense vine.

"Senior brother!" There was a sound in the distance, and Mo Zhiyu looked over and saw Luo Bingqian swinging his sword and slashing vines in his direction. In the distance, the meow balls in the sky are entangled with the vines in the sky.

Unexpectedly, it was the two of them who broke through the illusion first.

With a single sword, Mo Zhiyu slashed the vine that had climbed again, and his eyes fell on the source of the vine, a tall ancient banyan tree. Then he shouted at Luo Bingqian: "You go and untie the others, I'll go and cut down that broken tree!" ”

"Good!" Luo Bingqian immediately responded, waving her sword and walking towards the person closest to her.

Mo Zhiyu jumped up with a bullet, jumped on top of the vines, and ran forward when he stepped on the vines. The vines seemed to sense the danger, and more vines chased after the ink delusion like poisonous snakes.

Mo Zhiyu naturally sensed that these vines were rushing towards him again, but he didn't stop.

"Boom!"

The raging flames rose around Mo Zhiyu's body, which was a set of Yuan Force floating armor that he had since he entered the middle stage of the Lun Spirit Realm, and now all of them turned into flames, burning on his appearance, burning all the vines that came with him into ashes, burning with a scream.

Seeing Mo Zhiyu approaching rapidly, the ancient banyan tree seemed to panic, shaking the vines all over its body, and frantically pounced towards Mo Zhiyu.

"Mo Zhiyu, you can't do it!" Akili had also escaped from the illusion, and he watched Mo Zhiyu rush to the behemoth alone, and he also ran over. Because at this time, we must conserve our strength and fight monsters together, and to lose one is to lose a point of hope.

But Mo Zhiyu didn't pay any attention to the voice behind him, because he was rushing for time. As the crowd got out of the illusion one by one, this kind of monster that relied on the illusion was hit again and again, and now, it was the weakest time for this monster. If the tree is allowed to breathe for a moment, more vines will grow again, engulfing everyone again.

So, he can't stop!

"Ah!!h With a blazing fire, Mo Zhiyu roared and rushed towards the banyan tree like a mountain. Behind him, a black shadow resurfaced in the void, teeth and claws, and then melted into the inky long knife.

The flames on Mo Zhiyu's body became more and more intense, and then all of them shifted to his right hand, and to the long knife in his right hand, making his left hand like a fire dragon entrenched and ready to be dispatched at any moment. Mo Zhiyu let out a final low roar and waved the fire dragon in his hand towards the vines like green waves!

Thundered! A series of explosions sounded, and the entire ancient banyan tree turned into a sea of fire in an instant, and there was a ghost crying wolf howling from the fire, and there was also a rancid fishy smell, which was disgusting. The vines, which had lost their support, shrank rapidly and withered into dry vines.

Achille looked at the sea of fire with a solemn expression, not knowing what was going on in his mind. Luo Bingqian also ran to his side with the rest of the people, and all his emotions turned into sorrow, and then, suddenly, this sorrow disappeared.

"Senior brother!" She shouted excitedly.

When they looked up, they saw a man staggering out of the billowing smoke.

Mo Zhiyu covered his mouth and nose and fled in a hurry, his face pale. Can it not be iron-blue? The smell of it almost smoked him to death, and his eyes were swollen with smoke. He looked at the group of people over there and hurriedly shook his hand. The crowd was excited and waved at him.

Mo Zhiyu was so depressed that he was about to cry, so he shouted at the top of his voice: "The zombies are coming!" ”

This shout echoed on the top of the mountain, and everyone over there noticed that in the dense fog behind Mo Zhiyu, there was a black oppressive piece, and when this group of black oppressive pieces also rushed out of the dense fog, they saw a large group of zombies, and behind them, there were more black shadows scurrying.

"Zombies!" The crowd was in an uproar and fled backwards.

"I'll go!" Mo Zhiyu saw that there were no people who stayed because of him at all, and the emotion in his heart just now disappeared, and now he can only flee for his life. But at this moment, he heard a cough not far away, and a man rolled out of the thick smoke, with a blank look on his face.

It's Wuhuan, presumably he just left the illusion, and some haven't come back to his senses.

"Run for your life!" Mo Zhiyu immediately ran over, regardless of whether the person heard his words or not, dragged it up and ran away.

"Ink delirium?!" Wuhuan shook off Mo Zhiyu's hand, his mind seemed to be still stuck in the illusion, and when he looked at Mo Zhiyu, he had a hostile face. But after such a delay, the zombies surrounded it.

Mo Zhiyu slashed down a few close zombies with a knife, glaring at Wuhuan angrily, the idiot didn't bother to scold, he really wanted to chop this guy to pieces with a knife. Wuhuan finally understood his current situation at this time, and drew his sword to force the zombies around him back.

"Go this way!" Mo Zhiyu threw out a blast talisman and blew up some zombies in front of him, and he couldn't care about dodging those black blood at the moment, so he could only rush out desperately. Fortunately, there were not too many zombies in this batch, and the two successfully broke through and ran in the direction where the crowd fled before.

There was a sound of rushing water in front of him, it was a big river, the river was turbulent, and I didn't know what else was inside, so naturally I couldn't cross it, so I could only flee along the riverside.

"Senior brother, this way, quick!" Ahead, Luo Bingqian rode the meow ball and shouted anxiously, and then flew down the cliff with the four people on the meow ball's paws. Mo Zhiyu immediately ran over with Wuhuan, and when he got closer, he realized that this was actually a cliff waterfall.

"Quick! We'll be there soon! Mo Zhiyu looked back at Wuhuan excitedly, but was greeted by a strong wind with a slightly fishy smell. Ink delirium instinctively stepped back, a sharp claw grazing the tip of his nose.

"You ......" Mo Zhiyu saw the wrinkles at the corners of Wuhuan's eyes, and also saw the obvious wound in his palm, "...... Infected? ”

Wuhuan twisted his neck slightly stiffly, and wanted to swing his limbs like a human, but there was a "click" sound of friction in his joints, and his hands had turned into zombie-like claws, and he was no longer able to hold his sword.