The moment the tree demon disappeared, Han Mushui felt a chill in his heart. He already knew what was going on. But Han Mushui, who was always known for his cunning and cunning ways, was actually plotted by a monster? This made him

I felt extremely unhappy.

The ice bear claw self-destructed, and the tree demon was not seriously injured. He was just pretending to be dead as he lay here. The aura that was first thick and then became faint was just for show. Its purpose was nothing more than to let Han Mushui escape from hiding.

Just go out and throw yourself into a trap.

It must be that the demon girl's long green defense was extremely strong, blocking her from the sudden blow of the magic weapon's self-destruction.

Originally, it was impossible for Han Mushui to be fooled like this. However, the banshee's violent fighting style from the beginning made him think that he was facing a completely brainless and arrogant chief of the tree tribe, and he also had...

Injury, lack of strength.

Unexpectedly, just when he thought he had a chance to win, he would be hit hard.

Han Mushui didn't think about it any more. Instead, he held the dagger in his hand and stabbed behind him with his backhand.

The opponent's physical body is extremely powerful, which actually blocks his spiritual awareness. Now the situation is reversed. It's not that the opponent cannot see him, but that he can't feel the opponent's existence. If the opponent wants to attack him at this time, the easiest way is to appear quietly.

behind him.

He guessed correctly, but his shot was still not fast enough. He felt a gust of wind blowing from behind, and he had already stabbed one in the air. When he looked back, he heard a thud, and something pierced him from the front.

chest.

Muluo was dressed in a dark green short coat, with a green head draped over her head. The part damaged by the ice bear had been cut off by her. The new one grew out quickly. When she looked up, she saw a pair of bright red eyes with a sharp light.

Flashes erratically.

When the person got closer, she realized that this old Taoist Shui Han was extremely tall, more than a head taller than her. She was good at cutting people's throats, but she was not so good at attacking this person. She didn't hesitate and stabbed straight with her sword.

The heart position in the center of the opponent's chest.

The tip of the sword hit the opponent's chest right in the chest. But when the sword stabbed up, she didn't feel that it was piercing the human body. Instead, she felt that it had hit a piece of iron, which was blocked and unable to penetrate.

Muluo didn't find it strange at all. This person probably wore some kind of inner armor, or had practiced some powerful defensive powers.

But her dagger had been tempered with her blood, and it was equivalent to a part of her body. The blood in her body surged, and with countless powerful blessings, the tip of the dagger suddenly lit up with a little green light, becoming extremely sharp.

Not to mention the inner armor, even a solid piece of iron will have to be pierced by you.

Muluo originally thought that the tip of the sword had pierced through the defense and would be as good as tofu when it entered the old man's body. Unexpectedly, Han Mushui's body was as solid as a rock, as hard as the inside and outside. She was not discouraged.

Continuing to apply all his strength, he stabbed suddenly and finally penetrated the body.

Then she pulled out the sword with all her strength. A vertical slit two fingers long was left on the opponent's chest. Strangely, the wound that should have been filled with blood was instead an empty wound with only a drop of blood.

None!

Han Mushui turned his head forward and looked at himself being pierced in the chest, but there was no sign of pain on his face, instead he smiled coldly.

"My body, below the shoulders, is already dead. No matter how many times you stab me, it won't be of any use."

Generally, the lifespan of Xudan monks is only one hundred and twenty or thirty years old. However, he lived to be more than one hundred and fifty years old. In addition to constantly looking for things to extend his life, he froze his entire aging and dead body, leaving only his shoulders.

Surviving the physical body above the head is one of his unique secrets.

In the frozen body, the sea of ​​​​qi and meridians still exist. Although it is sealed in the frozen dead body, it can still be activated by his water-cold true energy. However, it is impossible to expand it by half.

It's possible.

Only his hands and head and neck above his shoulders can still move, and the rest of his body has been frozen as hard as iron. The death energy that has been spreading due to his approaching longevity has also been sealed in the ice by him.

Therefore, he cannot walk on his own and can only use Wind Escape to drive his body.

Even so, he could not completely prevent the end. The death energy would still slowly infect the remaining parts of his body, pushing upward bit by bit until his whole body turned into a dry, frozen corpse.

Fortunately, his upper arms still have vitality. Even after depriving other parts of his body of some vitality, they have become more flexible and stronger.

"I was tricked by you. Unfortunately, God helps me, you are still the one in the palm of my hand."

Han Mushui reached out with both hands and grabbed the opponent's shoulders. A fierce cold air spurted out from the palms of his hands. As long as the cold air entered the body, the opponent would lose any resistance.

Muluozhi felt that the vitality in her body was stagnant. But she did not try to hold on, but glanced at Han Mushui's face.

The moment their eyes met, Han Mushui suddenly felt like he saw a pair of scorching suns. The scorching sun was like fire, piercing into his eyes! What he saw in his eyes instantly turned into pitch black, but the blazing light did not weaken at all, just like countless

Like a sharp sword, he stabbed himself in the face. Immediately afterwards, a scalding heat wave rushed towards him with a strong wind, pushing his body violently.

He didn't feel anything below his shoulders, but above his shoulders, he felt like a burning fire. He couldn't protect himself, and the cold air emitted by his hands disappeared immediately. When he was rushed by the flames, his beard suddenly ignited, and his face was covered with fire.

It was charred black and was carried ten feet away by the air wave.

Muluo felt a chill in her body, her whole body was weak, and her legs were weak. She sat down involuntarily.

Her Yanyang Fire Eyes not only have the ability to see fire, but can also perform the fire escape technique. She only needs to use her blood to activate it, release the Qingmu Qi, and inject it into her eyes. Wood can make fire, and the Yanyang Fire Eyes will instantly

It will release a strong scorching sun fire, the light and flames are intertwined, and the power is incomparable.

But she had only recently perfected these eyes, and it took a lot of energy to control them. She didn't even know if she could successfully use them.

Han Mushui's frozen body from the shoulders down was burned by the blazing sun, immediately melted and rotted, and turned into the same shape as mud, emitting a terrifying fishy smell that filled the air everywhere.

The mud exploded when he was knocked away. Now Han Mushui landed in an open space, like a blackened spider with only two legs. He only had a head, shoulders and a pair of arms left.

One hand was still tightly grasping the dark purple sharp dagger.

He opened his eyes, and in the darkness, the whites of his eyes were still clearly visible, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. He had tried his best to survive, but he still didn't want to die.

In Muluo's eyes, the temperature of this broken body is actually rising. He no longer maintains an extremely cold body temperature as before. After his body decayed, the sea of ​​​​qi has disappeared. Therefore, the remaining water coldness in his body is really

There is only the part of Qi that still remains in the meridians of the upper arm. Naturally, as it is used up, it becomes less and less, and it can no longer maintain the cold body temperature.

He suddenly struggled hard and landed on the ground with his remaining two hands. He really started to fly like a spider. In an instant, he reached the unconscious wood that had been lying on the ground and pressed the dagger in his hand directly against the wood.

on the neck.

His pitch-black face had been twisted into a weird look. Unfortunately, he still couldn't roar out, so he could only use his last strength to ferociously transmit the message:

"Quickly, give me your tree core! Otherwise I will stab your little bastard to death!"

Even if he gets the thousand-year tree core now, he can no longer refine it. After all, he doesn't even have the sea of ​​​​qi left, and the remaining part may not even be counted as a person. What he does now only comes from his heart

The last ray of obsession.

Muluo smiled coldly and said, "Try stabbing him. I really hope you stab him to death."

There was a strange sound in the monster's throat, as if it was blocked and it couldn't roar out. One arm grabbed the ground, the other arm was raised, and it stabbed the dagger into the wood's neck frantically countless times.

It stands to reason that such a soft part of the neck would be penetrated by a poke. However, as soon as the dagger penetrated the skin of the wood, it immediately activated his tree body. Although the cold air restricted the vitality of his tree body, it did not make his tree body weak.

The shield was completely ineffective. And now, the remaining Han Mushui was no longer able to pierce the wooden shield.

It wasn't that Muluo had changed her mind, it was just that she knew that the monster's last struggle was in vain.

A burst of crazy stabbing almost exhausted the last of the monster's physical strength. But it only left a dense pile of blood spots on the neck of the wood. Under the sting, the wood woke up. Seeing this

Even he was startled by the strange fetish that emitted a foul odor. He grabbed the object and threw it dozens of steps away.

But the monster was still alive. It fell into the crevices of the rocks and was still struggling.

"Hmph, you are destined to die, so why should you be so persistent?" The red light in Mu Luo's pupils flashed again, and two lines of fiery fire burst out of her eyes, burning the stone seam red. The last remaining remains of Han Mushui

The body was finally reduced to ashes in the fierce fire.

Muluo turned back and looked in the direction of the wood. Naturally, she would not forget the purpose of her coming here, nor would she forget that the throne of the Tree King of the Demon Realm was right before her eyes.
Chapter completed!