Black Ling'er followed Purple Flame's team all the way deep into the Night Blind Mountain, and after a hard battle, he was tortured like a frightened bird. But now he is in an extremely favorable position. The Night King's remnant gods and elixirs were all in his hands, and below him were all Tsukiji monks. The deeds of thousands of generations are not at their fingertips, but they are already in his hands!

The only problem is that there are a lot of foundation building monks below, and two of them are foundation building nine times. Together, these men are enough to outdo him. But fortunately, the two groups below are fighting endlessly. Nor does he need to provoke both sides. All he had to do was join the side designated by the Night King to take the flesh, and annihilate a few miscellaneous pieces of the other side one by one.

He put the head of the Night King directly into the burden behind his back, spread his wings, and leaped forward to take off, when he suddenly felt his feet sink and be pulled by something. When the bird took off, it was the most critical, and when he was pulled by this, he immediately fell down, fell on the stone platform, and almost rolled down.

Black Ling'er was furious. He hates it most when people hack him when he takes off and lands. He struggled to get up, but one foot was dragged by someone, and he couldn't get up.

Looking back, it was the dwarf, honest-looking young monk who had just seen the Night King almost crush to death, who jumped up and grabbed his left foot the moment he took off, and still did not let go.

Hei Ling'er raised her eyebrows, pointed at the other party and said in a thick local language: "Good boy, dare to drag your master back." You are not my opponent, let go honestly, and I will spare your life. ”

It's not that he doesn't want to kill, it's just that the Night King is now in his hands. As long as the Night King is resurrected, he is likely to be above 10,000 people in the demon world. With such a great benefit in front of him, he didn't want to dream too much at night and have no time to kill another person. As long as the other party obediently lets go, it is easier than anything else.

I didn't expect this guy to be in a low realm, but his temper was very strong: "Let me let go, you can give me back that skull." ”

Hei Ling'er sneered: "It's really a thing that doesn't know whether to live or die!" After speaking, he already had an extra black feather-like blade in his hand, and stabbed it directly at the other party.

Both of them were prostrate on the edge of the stone platform, and Hei Ling'er hung her head on the steep wall. He had a sharp blade in his hand, and when he looked back, he saw the wood facing him right above his head. He didn't know how hard the other party's scalp was, so he deliberately avoided it and stabbed the root of his neck with a sword. There is no bone protection in that place, and it is the softest. A sword is inserted between the neck and the collarbone, which can go straight into the ribcage of the chest, and it is certain to die.

But when he stabbed it with his sword, he felt like he had stabbed into a kind of tough wood. Although he tried his best, he couldn't get in.

"Is this guy an individual cultivator?" Hei Ling'er was taken aback. In fact, even if it is a physical cultivation of the foundation building realm, his long feather sword is extremely sharp, and it will never even pierce the opponent's body. In addition to the physical cultivation of this opponent, it is likely that there is some kind of secret technique that strengthens the physical body.

The sword entered the flesh and blood, stimulating the innate tree body of the wood, and the wooden shield appeared in the muscles, blocking the blade of the sword.

This black sword has long been deep into the flesh, and there is a trace of pain. But the wood had already decided that he had to smash the skull today, his eyes were red, and he didn't let go.

Hei Ling'er stabbed a few more times, but it was still useless. Unable to kill the other party for a while, he pulled out his black long sword and slashed wildly at the wooden arm. I saw that the sleeves of the shirt were tattered, the skin was open and the flesh was open, and the blood was dripping, but this arm was constantly chopping.

"Damn, I'll chop off your finger and see how you catch it!" Hei Ling'er was also furious at this time. He is also a Void Dan Demon Beast, and seeing that the completion is close at hand, he was actually hung by a foundation builder.

He didn't care if he would cut his own foot this time, and slashed at the opponent's finger with a sword. The wood screamed, and his thumb was broken.

Taking advantage of the other party's strength, Hei Ling'er used all her qi and blood and flapped her wings. Suddenly, a hurricane swept back. The advantage of his Void Dan's strength was finally reflected.

Although the opponent's physical body is extremely tough, the strength of his Void Pill Demon Beast is better than that of the other party, I don't know how many times. In particular, the ghost owl is good at harnessing the wind. This one is no less than a thousand blows.

The thumb of the wood was chopped off, and it was painful to eat and unable to exert its strength, and it was swept away by the strong wind, and at last it could not hold on, and flew out like a leaf, and slammed on the throne, and it shattered half of the throne. He continued to roll backwards, disappearing from Black Feather's vision.

"Hmph, looking for a dead boy. Hei Ling'er scolded angrily as she struggled to get up. There was a stumbling under his feet. He looked down and realized that his left foot, which had just been caught, was now wrapped around his ankle with a thick branch the thickness of his wrist.

The branch was wrapped around its feet like a python, and the other end was pulled over the shattered throne of the Night King, and was pulled to the other.

Although the wood was knocked away by a fan, he was obsessed with it, and he didn't know how to activate the tree body, and such a long tree hand still continued to entangle Hei Ling'er's feet.

"No wonder it's so forbidden to fight, it turned out to be a tree man?" Hei Ling'er suddenly realized.

If an ordinary monster is only a five-fold foundation, it is a spirit beast at most, and it should not have such a perfect human body. But the Demon Realm Tree Clan is different. The Tree Clan is said to have been originally a Shura who fell from the sky. And Shura was born with a human and animal body.

"If it's a tree man, then this thing I brought can just come in handy. Hei Ling'er's face instead had a strange and hideous look. He cut a scar with his sword at a branch that wrapped around his ankle, then took out a small jade bottle and poured a white powder into the crack.

In the demon world, the ghost owl and the tree clan have fought for many years, but they have always been defeated. The Treant Clan has a strong body and a defense-worthy power that is unparalleled in the world. In order to deal with the tree people, some demon realm masters domesticated a kind of "silverfish green poisonous ant", which specializes in breaking the flesh of the tree clan.

The white powder that Hei Ling'er took out was nothing else, but the eggs of green poisonous ants.

The living conditions of the cyanocybin ant are extremely harsh. In other places, even if they hatch, they will die very quickly, but the eggs fall in the body of the tree people, and they will be infected by the blood of the tree people, they will quickly hatch, and then feed on the flesh and blood of the tree people, and constantly secrete toxins, causing the tree people to wither and die. Unless a special antidote is used, it is extremely difficult to remove.

Sure enough, the white powder fell into the cut gap in the branch, but in a few breaths, this end began to visibly turn yellow, and the force was loosened. Hei Ling'er broke free, and instead of looking at the opponent behind the throne, she laughed twice and spread her wings and flew in the direction of Wu Yu.

If the tree man is hit by the green poisonous ant, death is light, and it is better to die than to live. So he didn't bother to see how the other party was doing. And the Night King with his back behind him was still urging him to find Wu Yu.

Wu Yu, this elite disciple of the Five Elements Sect's Water Virtue Academy, he had never seen it before. But the Night King had already teleported his appearance, breath, and consciousness together, and he was extremely impressed. Now that his consciousness was swept away, he easily discovered the existence of the other party.

But the bad thing is that he has been entangled by this dryad for too long, and the mutation has been born, and it is almost too late!

Although Gou Zhu has killed several times in the bloodstained stele, he has never directly used the combat experience in the stele on the same opponent. Wu Yu can be said to have hit the tip of the gun.

Fighting against a real person is not exactly the same as the process of leaving a blood stain in the stele. The Bloodstained Monument always starts with a trick it thinks is enough to kill the opponent, without any feints and temptations.

This is because the Monument is extremely familiar with the strength and tricks of the hook, and there are no secrets at all, so there is no need for any temptation.

But these temptations are not very threatening. After Gou Zhu easily dodged, Wu Yu began to use the killing moves in the heavy water realm.

At this time, Gou Zhu was surprised to find that from the time the other party used the killing move, everything was like a script that had already been written in the monument, and there was no difference at all!

The monument does not have the power of a prophet. It's just that the Monument will automatically calculate the most advantageous combat method according to the strength of the ingested figure and the length of the magic weapon.

And Wu Yu has been practicing hard for Chongshui Zhu no less than thousands of times, and he knows it well, and the tactics he has mastered are naturally exactly the same as the optimal solution calculated by the Staying Monument.

It's just that all the tactics in the world, once the other party has already predicted it, no matter how strong the trick is, it will only trap itself.

Seeing Wu Yu obediently following the script, Gou Zhu secretly smiled proudly, and also released the Underworld Orchid in the water according to the tactics of staying in the stele, and suddenly a wave of corpse qi filled it, so that Wu Yu had to frown.

In the end, the process was exactly the same as the process in the stele, the water realm disintegrated, Wu Yu was wrapped around his neck by the nineteenth golden silk, and with a slight pull, a circle of extremely fine blood marks suddenly appeared on his neck.

"How is it possible, I-am dead?" Wu Yu felt a sharp sensation of excitement smoothly sweep through his neck. This made his eyes stagnate, and a very frightened thought arose in his heart: Could it be that he had been tricked and had his head cut off like this?

His neck had shifted, and blood was pouring down the incision like a waterfall. Although he wanted to say something, he could only open his mouth slightly, and he couldn't say anything.

He had lost contact with the body below his neck, and his whole body was as itchy as countless ants crawling over, but it was nothing more than an illusion.

How is it possible? I am the one who is about to receive the inheritance of the Night King, I am the chosen successor of the ancient powers, how can I die?

I don't accept it!

At this moment, a skull with black flames in its eyes was thrown into the air, and it was smashed towards the top of his head.