"It sucks blood." Just when Yan Chen was shocked, Yun Shitian suddenly said in a deep voice.
When we came from the front, the color of the grass was not so dark and it had not rotted yet, so there were still blood stains. But now the grass is pitch black and there is no trace of blood at all.
After Yun Shitian paid attention, he saw that this grass feeds on blood.
"Black ghost grass." Yan Chen was shocked and whispered.
As soon as this sound fell, Yun Shitian, Yan Lin and others all frowned slightly, and their fighting aura showed up, forming a ball of light and surrounding them.
Black ghost grass is the most vicious grass on Buddha Line Water.
The blades of grass are so sharp that even King Zi Zun will get a small cut from it.
And as long as there is a trace of a wound, no matter how small it is, it will be completely ignored.
It can also completely suck your blood from those tiny wounds.
And this grass sucks blood and mutates again. It grows in weird shapes, making it difficult to detect. By the time you realize it is it, it has already taken care of you.
Unexpectedly, Yan Lin said that this place was a place of death. It turned out that this was what was hidden.
Luo Yu's whole body's internal force stirred up to form protection, but the speed of his feet increased even more.
Her father's fighting spirit is completely gone, her mother doesn't know martial arts, and the two of them are here...
"Boom." At this moment, a violent collision sounded from the front, and the dust shot out in all directions. Although the formation was not visible, it was still tragic.
A swallow turned over, its fallen feathers streaked across the black cliff, and rushed to the three-way intersection deep in the valley. Immediately, the situation in front of it was unobstructed.
Bodies were scattered all over the ground, with blood flowing freely.
The dead and injured people down there had already been sucked dry of their blood by the black ghost grass and turned into mummies, which was extremely scary.
At this time, it is on the left side of the fork.
A group of men in black, white, and people in colorful clothes were fighting fiercely.
All kinds of fighting spirit are flying here.
The weapons formed by the condensed fighting spirit were all kinds of strange and various. They were violently colliding and slashing in mid-air on the ground.
There was blood and chaos.
Everyone is an enemy and everyone is a hindrance.
And under their feet, the black nigger grass rolled around their feet at a crazy speed,