In the depths of Xiaolan Mountain, a bell rang lowly. "Lan Jingyou, these saints are about to enter the mountain" Although the voice was low, it could be heard that the voice was extremely excited.

"See, come, my darlings, this is the day I have been waiting for. Hey, hey, hey," Arashijing's muffled voice became louder instead. And with the sound of adulterous laughter.

"Dizzy, dare you to sit back and enjoy it, my disciples and grandchildren have become cannon fodder." Gu Jing was excited and a little indignant.

"Hey, Gu Jingyou, how many Blood Spirit Flowers have I helped you cultivate over the years. Otherwise, how can you have such a fast cultivation speed, we have all reached the most critical time, you can't be soft-hearted!" Lan Shijing said again and again.

"I don't need you to remind me, I understand things. In a moment, you have to cheer me up" Gu Jing Dao.

"Don't worry, my heart is harder than yours". Arashi Jing replied.

Yamanai was quiet again.

Cheng Chuan looked at Xiaogang Mountain, this mountain was so quiet that there was not even a little wind.

Cheng Chuan waved his hand, I just don't believe that there is nothing in this mountain. Boom, boom. Rumble. Cheng Chuan commanded the saint to attack three times in a row. Nearly a thousand feet of towering trees turned into powder.

Under the trees, dense green grass and flowers are covered with a thick layer of white and green crumbs. Every time I stepped on it, it sank deep into my knees. In fact, the tree powder and leaf powder are not thick, because they fall too quickly, and they are spread on the dense grass in an instant. Before it could fall, it was piled up on the grass.

When the priest stepped on it, his foot sank and he went into the dense grass. Fortunately, the saints are always displaced, but they can sink once every time they land.

A saint stood on the moving point and waited for Cheng Chuan's order. His feet slipped, his body staggered, and he almost broke his foot and neck. Stunned, he reached out and touched it. It's round, and there's grass on it, grab the fine grass and pull it up, whoosh. A handful of thin black blades of grass with a gray white root pulled out of the grass.

The saint looked at the strange grass in his hand with interest, he had been picking herbs in the mountains for decades, and this grass was the first time he had seen it. The smile on the saint's face immediately froze, grinning, his face changed color, and his hands trembled. With a shake, a white skeleton fell out of the black grass.

The saint's mouth finally opened and there was an "ahhh With a wave of his hand, the black grass in his hand flew out. A saint priest beside him stared at something in the hands of the saint in front of him with wide eyes and a wide open mouth. Just listen to the snap. The black grass slapped on the face, the eyes were black, wet, the sticky snorting thing hit the face, a foul smell, a disgusting smell rushed into the nose. Sticky with an unknown liquid flowing into the mouth.

The saint hurriedly closed his mouth, and the two lips were so slippery. A stream of disgusting mucus enters the mouth. The saint held his breath violently and pursed his mouth. A stream of fluid went into my throat.

The saint felt this anger, and immediately couldn't get along. Raise your hand and grab the fine grass on your face, and open your slime eyes to look at the grass in your hand. Then his face turned green, and he felt that his face was wooden, his mouth was numb, and his stomach was tumbling.

"Wow". Spray the little thing you ate in the morning with a sour taste at the saints in front of you. The priest in front of him was still looking at the black sticky object on his hand, and felt a burst of heat hit his hair on the back of his head. body. Then it flows into the neck.

The priest raised his black sticky hand and stopped again. The other hand grabbed a handful at the collar of the neck. The sticky grabbed another hand, grinned, and brought the sticky thing in front of him. I saw that it was a sticky and juicy thing. The mouth is shut, the nose is tendoned, and a sour and hot taste enters the nose.

The saint said "oops-ah-" and his whole face was distorted. The muscles on his face were tangled together, and he gritted his teeth and turned his head, wanting to scold the guy behind him who didn't have long eyes. Raised eyebrows, grinned, "......".

The turned head immediately stiffened. Only the saint in the back, with a black face, eyes still shining like rubies, bared his teeth, a green tongue sticking out, two hands stuck around his neck, kept shaking his head, and his body stood up, like a stone pillar in the grass.

Poof, a burst of tree droplets flew up, and the priest sank into the grass, and the foam on the grass covered the priest in the grass. The priest in front of him stretched out his tongue and wiped his hands with foam and grass.

After wiping it, he felt his hands cold for a while, and he didn't pay any more attention, and the other saints had already moved forward to Baizhang. The saint looked at the person in front of him, looked back at the person in the grass, and rubbed his hands in a hurry, rubbing them for a while, and the feeling of coolness became more and more, and then it became warm and smooth, like washing his hands in warm water. The body was energized, and the pain of concentration shot from the hands to the brain.

The saint gritted his teeth and snorted, retracting his gaze and looking at his hands. His eyes almost fell out, his mouth could be put on a plate, and his nose flowed like a line of tears the size of a sour bean. Look at the hands in front of the saint again, the five fingers are crookedly hooked, the hands are full of blood red, and the blood red flashes with dense cold light, like countless tiny knives cutting into the flesh.

The saint did not care about the pain, wiped it on his clothes, and the pain was gentle, and the flesh on his hand was pulled, and immediately all the pain disappeared. The saint's face was overjoyed. His hands immediately wiped two more times on his clothes, and he raised his hands to look at them with satisfaction.

"Ahh

The grass where the priest had fallen to the ground moved, and everything calmed down. The two saints were never seen again.

Among the ten thousand saints, this is just a special event. No one cares about this little episode anymore. All the priests' attention was on the dense forest ahead.

Boom, another towering tree turned into foam, and the entire Xiaolanshan Mountain was already bare, and Xiaolanshan turned into a pointed green hat and a white head.

A saint plucked a small pink flower from the tree powder, which was too tender and too beautiful. The pink petals, like a woman's shy face, are ruddy, shy, gentle, and seductive, so that women can't help but touch them. And how much more so men.

"Senior brother, look how beautiful this flower is."

A man was about to move forward when the woman grabbed him. The man stopped and looked at the pink flower in his sister's hand with a smile.

Exclaimed, "It's beautiful", and reached out to pick one and smell it. While stretching out his hand, he looked at his lovely junior sister, who was his sweetheart. The most beautiful flowers are to be given to the people you love the most.

Suddenly, the priest's face turned pale. I saw my junior sister, with her eyes closed and a smile on her face, sent the pink flower to her small nose and took a deep breath. As bursts of strange fragrance poured into her heart and lungs, the woman's smile had not yet unfolded. The half-open and half-wrapped flower in the woman's hand, the petals slowly opened, and the more they opened, the bigger and bigger they became, and they instantly surpassed the woman's head.

The petals snapped in, and the woman's face sucked into the stamens, and the moment the petals were wrapped, tiny pink-lit jagged teeth flashed on the inner wall of the petals.

The woman's head shook, and then her whole body seemed to be sucked at it by something. Plump and plump, Yufeng's body that was about to come out deflated. The rounded, smooth shoulders and jade shin turned black, revealing both the skulls and tibia.

The blood-red liquid flowed out of the thin stems of the pink flowers with body temperature, spitting bubbles and exhaling hot air.

The senior brother forgot about his fear and shouting, his eyes were wide open, and he flashed with a look of terror. The outstretched hand also rested on the beautiful pink flower.

Pink Flower opened its small flower mouth, slowly stretched it out, and stopped not far from her fingers. It seems to be identifying its prey, and it is more like a poisonous snake staring at a living thing.

Senior brother suddenly remembered something, and was just about to withdraw his hand, whoosh, the little mouth of the flower rushed over instantly, and sucked one of the fastest fingers of the senior brother.

Senior brother's hand stopped, and pulled it back violently, the flower mouth was faster than that of senior brother, senior brother leaned forward, poured into the flowers, all the flowers with smiling faces lowered their heads, opened their shining pink sawtooth and bit all over the senior brother's body.

Senior brother's voice to others is also an exclamation to himself, which will always remain in his throat. There was no chance to shout that thrilling, heart-rending sound. The tiger back and bear waist that the senior brother has always left for the junior sister, the steel and iron bones, and the violent muscles are deflated. Left a layer of skin and a skeleton in a pair of skins.

The saints did not notice that this pair of brothers and sisters who were in love with each other and pro-plum fell among the flowers. This is just a love story that no one else cares about. Because in front of everyone's eyes, there are even more incredible things happening.

Cheng Chuan and Xiang Li stood in the air, not having time to observe such and such inconspicuous events happening in every place. The two of them are still puzzled, they are already about to go up the mountain, and they haven't found a miracle yet. What is in this mountain, it is the remnants of the Zerg. This is very possible.

Only the Zerg can be afraid of the saints and dare not come out. Cheng Chuan immediately thought of a question. Each attack of the holy priests is too close, and if the holy worm rushes out, there is no time to react.

"Xiang Deputy City Lord, change the formation, and divide every ten people into three groups." Cheng Chuan hurriedly said. Now because of the clearing of trees, the whole ten people are moving forward in one word, which is too messy.

A crystal letter flew into the sky. Blow up a number in the air. All the saints looked at the sky and immediately changed formation. You can see it. In order to prevent the retaliation of the Zerg, Cheng Chuan and Xiang Li conducted joint training in this regard. All the saints could see what formation they were using at a glance at the numbers in the air.

"Hey, we're two people in our group," shouted one of the saints.

"Holy Team Leader, that little couple is looking for love in the grass again. Another saint shouted. The other saints laughed loudly. There are many such things, who cares less about one or two people? Having fun and laughing can better adjust the atmosphere.

"Don't be poor, quickly defend in depth according to the requirements of the city lord, Liu Dong, Wuma, Chen Dao, the three of you put the tree, and the distance between people will be widened." This holy group leader arranges the position of the saint. Soon a new formation was formed.

The boom sounded again. Because there were fewer people attacking, the speed of progress naturally slowed down, and most people began to take precautions, and one by one their divine senses were staggered. Every part of the dense forest ahead was under the watchful eye of the saints. (To be continued......)