Unexpectedly, the deeper this forest went, the more it could not be seen, and it felt like the terrain began to change, as if it was beginning to extend underground.

Some thorn vines also caused Yang Zhen to show jealousy, the thorn vines carried obvious venom, and the deeper ones were almost all thorn vines, each with the thickness of an arm, plus it was highly poisonous, and it would be troublesome to really fall here.

"There are traces of battle..."

In the depths of a thorn vine, there was an open space formed by the explosion of sword qi about five zhang, and there was some blood.

A series of ruins have appeared in the vicinity.

"It seems that the group of people just now was very unlucky, they should have been attacked by a group of corpses, and many corpses of corpses were also scattered around, and it is estimated that many of them were poisoned. ”

Yang Zhen made a lot of discoveries, and when he got to the back, he saw the corpses of almost dozens of corpse eagles.

Although the corpse eagle has not formed a spirit bead, there are so many that the Transformation Yuan Realm cannot parry.

Yang Zhen cautiously avoided the thorn vine step by step, and with his transformation of the Yuan Sanxuan Transformation Cultivation, in terms of cultivation, the Qi Vein Realm only impacted the Qi Vein, and could only perform some ordinary martial arts.

The Qi Pulse Realm cannot have Yuan Qi, and Qigong is based on Yuan Qi, and only by having Yuan Qi can the real Qi be released, and this realm is like a dream for dealing with a large number of corpses.

"Not only are there huge thorny vine forests in the depths, but even some big trees are highly poisonous..."

Gradually, no movement could be heard, and there were some corpses of corpses around them, which were all thorny vines compared to before, and now there were more poisonous trees.

Creak.

was looking for that 'Senior Brother Yang', but when he heard a little movement, Yang Zhen hurriedly squatted down, for fear that a corpse eagle would appear around.

Faintly, what he saw was a poisonous tree, a thorny vine forest, and nothing else, but there was obviously a voice coming from the surroundings.

"Save...!"

Another cry of weakness came.

It seemed to come from above, and when Yang Zhen lay on the ground and looked up cautiously, he saw that the dense thorny vine forest above was actually blooming with an incomparably gorgeous fiery red flower, which was three feet away.

But among the flowers, some of the stamens were wrapped around a monk, and some of the petals were tearing open the man's skin like a thousand knives, and they were swallowing the man little by little into the heart of the flower.

The monk who was trapped was probably 'Senior Brother Yang', but unfortunately, his body was rotting, and he had only one breath left.

"The more beautiful the appearance, the more dangerous it is, this kind of thorn vine is estimated to grow like this, and sooner or later it will also have demonic nature..."Yang Zhen slowly stood up, looked around, and hurriedly rushed to the right.

A handful grabbed something from a pile of dirt and stroked it excitedly, it turned out to be a one-foot-long jade-white sword, which did not look like a weapon, but a plaything.

The jade white sword body has some red real patterns intertwined, which are imprinted on the sword body like nature, and a cold air is released from it, and the word 'spirit pattern' is seen at the hilt of the sword, faintly revealing spiritual light.

Yang Zhen's saliva was almost flowing in the jade sword: "Star Pattern Spirit Sword, haha, it really doesn't take any effort to get it!"

A sword is like a perfect craft, and for the monk, it is like a second life.

Wuji Sect has a rule that it is impossible for a disciple of the Huayuan Realm or the ninth generation to have a magic weapon, unless it is a disciple with very good qualifications, and the magic weapon will be rewarded, but as far as the magic weapon is concerned, it is only the lowest level of the 'spiritual weapon'.

For example, the Nine Sons of the Eagle Cave Genius, the flying sword he got was the most inferior spiritual weapon, and good magic weapons were very rare in Wuji Grandmaster.

However, Yang Zhen found that the 'Star Striped Spirit Sword' in his hand was almost the same quality as the 'Red Soul Sword' he encountered at that time, and it was also more powerful than ordinary spirit weapons.

"Fortunately, when I became a disciple of the eighth generation, the elder master openly rewarded me with an ordinary spirit weapon sword, and I have experience in cultivation, so it is not a problem to fuse this star-patterned spirit sword..."

This trip was not in vain.

Completely attracted by the small sword in his hand, he forgot about anything else.

"Tick!"

Snort!

Some blood-colored liquid dripped from around Yang Zhen from time to time, like rain, but after this blood-colored liquid landed, it was like hot magma, corroding the soil, evaporating and emitting wisps of black smoke.

Yang Zhen didn't feel anything at first, but when more snorts sounded around him one after another, he suddenly looked around, the air was also very pungent, and he felt a little dizzy, seeing the holes the size of fists corroded on the ground, he suddenly realized that danger was rewarding.

Laugh at!

Just as he was about to find out where the liquid came from, a drop of blood-colored liquid suddenly dripped on his right shoulder, instantly like boiling hot oil, a burst of white smoke rose on his right shoulder, and his clothes suddenly rotted, and his skin also blistered, and began to fall off, so painful that Yang Zhen didn't have time to scream and immediately raised his head.

The eyeballs were unbelievable, I don't know when, the blood-colored flowers above were as big as three zhang, and the petals unfolded one by one, not only like a blood-colored pot lid, which had trapped Yang Zhen, but also grew a large number of tentacles like blood vessels from the flower buds, like hair, and constantly emitted drops of blood-colored liquid.

Take a few steps back, but the back is also petals, Yang Zhendao breathed a cold breath, and he didn't expect that the flower was completely thinking, trapping himself in such a short time, and only then did he understand why the flower bud ended up like this.

"Not good, my right arm... And the left arm..."

The liquid fell on him again, and a large area of the skin on his upper body had been burned, and the trauma was nothing, but the flesh turned purple and began to rot, extending towards the heart.

Highly toxic.

"My body is getting numb... I can't wait to die like this..."

At this moment, Yang Zhen, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, reacted immediately, although he was a little uneasy and frightened, but while the bud tentacles were still in the air, he sat down, regardless of the poison on his body and the blood-colored liquid that kept dripping down, he took out the star-striped spirit sword from his waist, and condensed the essence blood and fell on the sword body one by one.

He also urged the aura to start punching into the small sword.

The little sword was jade white before, and it didn't seem to be a weapon, just a plaything, but gradually the sword body was full of crystal color, and some wonderful true patterns were slowly enlarged, so that the little sword also began to not only become larger, from one foot long to two feet, but also extended.

Fortunately, two years ago, it was the eighth generation disciple who fused the spirit sword and had experience, otherwise it would be really difficult to fuse the spirit sword in this state this time.

"Fight..."Half an hour later.

The small sword turned into a three-foot-long sword, and Yang Zhen's upper body was completely rotten and peeled.

He was lucky enough to leap up, but he could just spread his hands, and he didn't feel anything else, not even pain.

It seems that the poisonous flower is highly poisonous and extends all over the body, and it is burning at first, but the poison is like an anesthetic, making Yang Zhen lose consciousness, feel pain, and unable to control himself.

And the tentacles like blood vessels, densely floating around, rushed towards him, gradually approaching Yang Zhen, and instantly absorbed on him.

became a cocoon.

"Oops... Oops..."

There is nothing he can do, not to mention that it is impossible to resist and struggle, if he can control his body, he can also urge the Star Striped Spirit Sword, but now what is even worse is that the poison has completely confused him, and he feels that he can't breathe, and his body is also decaying at an accelerated pace, and blood collapse will occur at any time.