Huge stalks and blades of grass floated in the darkness, and more roots were exposed outside the mound, writhing like disgusting earthworms, as if trying to grab some prey from the surroundings and bite hard.

The strange voice stopped, and the giant grass stopped in front of the three of them.

Shi Yi looked at those dry bone chains, and cold sweat slipped down involuntarily. Zhao Xuan's face was cold, and he knew that he had come to the end of his life tonight, so he couldn't help but sigh quietly.

Wang Jiumeng pointed at him: "The bandits are there!"

A huge stalk of grass swayed across the back of the grass, its ghost claws tightened, as if it was grasping something. At the same time as they saw it, another huge blade of grass was rolling something and staggering with the grass stem!

"It's Song Zheng!"

There was blood-red hatred in the eyes of the three of them, but they couldn't help but rely on it tighter. They want revenge, but now it's not a question of revenge, it's a question of whether the three of them can survive.

Ka-ka-ka!

A strange sound came, and Zhao Xuan's face changed: "It's not good......"

Boom! The feet of the three suddenly collapsed, and countless dry bones turned into a group of warriors under the blood-red roots, and they came out of the underground to kill.

The three of them were caught off guard, and there were huge sawgrass blades on the top of their heads, and the stems of the ghost claw grass suddenly appeared, and with a light grab, all three of them fell into death!

......

Song Zheng was swept away by the sawtooth grass blades, and only then did he feel the horror of this grass king more deeply.

He was surrounded by a layer of faint filth, which was condensed from the souls of countless deceased, with a strong mourning effect, which seriously affected Song Zheng's will, as if there were seven or eight hundred people, and they couldn't stop saying in their ears: No, no need to resist, you are not an opponent, die, it will be easy to die.

At the same time, on the huge leaves, there was a layer of thorn-like fluff, containing toxins, and all the leaves were stabbed on Song Zheng's body, making him paralyzed and unable to move. Even if you want to resist stubbornly, you can't do it!

"Is this the strength of the Peerless Monster?" Song Zheng smiled with an almost desperate wry smile in his heart, the last holy decree, he was able to survive, and luck did account for a large component. And this time he didn't have such good luck, and he encountered this kind of monster for the first time. If it is divided according to the level of the reckless insect desolate beast, this grass king may have reached the eighth order!

The power of the eighth-order monster was indeed not something that his small Burning Cave Realm could compete with. He fought and struggled, but apparently to no avail.

The blades of grass slowly tightened, and Song Zheng felt that his breathing was becoming more and more difficult, and he struggled hard, trying to gain some space for his lungs to expand, but because of the paralysis of his whole body, he was further squeezed down.

The blades of grass rolled inward, and Song Zheng watched as the terrifying serrations on the edge of the blades of grass approached his neck little by little!

The eighth-order toxin had a violent effect, and the second-order antidote he had taken before had no effect. His consciousness was becoming blurry and his reflexes were extremely sluggish. In the confusion of his eyes, he still had the last glimmer of realization: when the sawtooth was attached to his neck, it would unceremoniously cut its own blood vessels, water itself with its own blood, and eventually drain the last drop of blood and die.

Finally, the sluggish sense of touch still felt the jagged teeth of the edge of the leaf against his neck.

Snort –

Blood spurted out, and the large blood vessels in his neck were pulled apart into a huge wound, the wound was uneven, under the action of the toxin, the wound would not coagulate, and the blood would keep drying!

"It hurts!"

Coo-goo-goo...... The blood fell on the leaves, and the leaf veins opened their "round mouths" and swallowed in large gulps, and then the red blood flowed down the leaf veins, gradually penetrating into the main stem of the grass king, and then flowing into the taproot.

Song Zheng's eyes became more and more blurry, he knew that this Grass King was fifty zhang high, one zhang thick, and even if he dried up his blood, he couldn't "irrigate" every part of the Grass King. He knew very well that if he was shedding, he was really going to be finished.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the sharp pain briefly sobered him up and regained some of his abilities. He pinched the Zhou Tiangu money in his hand hard, and drank in his mouth, like a French sound:

"Blood Thunderbolt!"

A blue lightning burst out at Song Zheng's heart, and the brightness was extremely high! Song Zheng, whose physique had already dropped to the freezing point, forcibly launched this technique, almost killing him on the spot.

The thunderbolt of lightning was guided by blood, and it went all the way down the place where Song Zheng's blood flowed, and the leaf veins were bombarded, all the way to the main stem and taproot!

Boom Boom Boom ......

The thunderclap continued, and the blue light on the fried grass king was rising, and the whole grass body trembled, and they couldn't care about Song Zheng for a while. As soon as the blades of grass were loosened, Song Zheng fell to the ground from a height of dozens of feet, smashing a piece of bones.

Then, with a few knocks, Zhou Kou and the others also fell. Shi Yi and the three of them were slightly better, and when they saw the blue thunderbolt starting to bomb, they immediately reacted that it was Song Zheng! After falling, they set up Song Zheng and Zhou Kou, who were already unable to move, and the two fled with their lives.

Song Zheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief and finally passed out.

His comrades were worthy of entrusting their lives, and made the wisest choice - what he was most afraid of was that Shi Yi and the others did not know the height of the sky, and they took this opportunity to kill the Grass King.

Although he used nearly half of the blood in his body to launch a blood thunderbolt to catch the Grass King off guard, he was just caught off guard, and if he wanted to kill him, he would be killing himself.

Song Zheng, who was unconscious, fell into an unconscious darkness. I just felt that there was endless fatigue to use, and he didn't even want to move a thought when he was tired......

In the darkness, time freezes.

Scold!

Song Zheng woke up suddenly, his eyes opened violently, the cold light swept around, his body was full of thunder, and Zhou Tian's ancient money was still in his hand, ready to shoot at any time.

But when he saw clearly the people around him, he breathed a sigh of relief and fell down with a groan.

Shi Yi smiled evilly: "Let your kid be strong." ”

Zhao Xuan was lying on a dirt slope not far away, holding a dark Yan crossbow and sentry, and it was Wang Jiu, a fat man, who was taking care of Song Zheng and Zhou Kou.

He sat in the middle and put Song Zheng and Zhou Kou left and right, without getting up, as long as he turned around, he could take care of the two of them.

"You're awake. Wang Jiu took out a jade bottle: "Eat this, third-order miraculous medicine." ”

There weren't many third-order miracle medicines they looted this time, and Song Zheng was a little reluctant, but Wang Jiu said, "Don't feel distressed, eat it quickly." ”

After taking it, a spicy sensation rushed to the top door, and the vitality exploded in the body. Song Zheng didn't want to waste it, so he didn't say anything for the time being, and sat down to run the exercises to absorb the medicinal effects.

After he woke up for a while, Zhou Kou also snorted and opened his eyes, Wang Jiu was much more rude to him, and slapped him and gave him a elixir: "Get out and heal!"