Chapter 110: Chapter Thirty: The Underworld in the Tower (3)
The old man Yin Yang also sacrificed his magical weapon, which was still his signature weapon, the semicircular scimitar.
Old Man Yin-Yang's semicircular scimitar was extremely flexible to use, and coupled with its sharpness, it quickly cut off seven or eight tree vines. And Hongshan's heavenly knife disk was not for looking at. After pouring in vitality,
The knives around the sky knife disk began to spin rapidly. As soon as one piece reached the vine, the tree vine immediately split into two pieces. The tree spirit trembled, having suffered a big loss, and immediately pushed back the vine. Hong Shan still felt that it was not satisfying enough.
Continue to lift the Sky Blade to pursue the tree vines.
Murong Hen said: "No, fellow Taoist Hongshan, we are here to look for ancient relics. This is just the outskirts of the Forest of Death. The tree spirits are not very powerful, but the dangers in the depths are much greater. We don't want to stay here for too long.
Time is entangled. Everyone, let’s go to the depths quickly!”
After fighting with the tree spirit for a while, the four of them continued to fly deeper. Lu You followed quietly, keeping a distance and staying out of the range of the ice crystal lamp in Hong Shan's hand.
Tree spirits are standing in the forest of death. They all have weak wisdom and consciousness. Seeing that a tree spirit could not do anything to them just now, and also lost dozens of tree vines. All the tree vines in the back also
Simply stop pestering them, just follow them with tree vines and keep a distance. As long as the four of them don't provoke the trunk of the tree spirit, the tree spirit doesn't want to pay attention to them.[
The four of them flew like this for a while, and encountered a small number of attacks from tree vines on the way, but they were all dismissed by the four of them. However, Lu You behind was very safe, and almost no tree spirit dared to provoke Lu You.
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I don't know how deep I walked, but finally there were no longer huge tree spirits in front of me, but miasma in front of me. There was no ground. The ground was all swamp, and bubbles appeared in the sea from time to time in the swamp.
Hong Shan said: "Be careful, everyone, this is probably the depth of the Forest of Death. In front of it is the Swamp of Death. The white mist floating above the swamp is poisonous miasma. You must not inhale it into your body, otherwise our monks in the foundation building period will definitely survive."
Only an hour."
The old man Yin Yang paused: "Fellow Taoist Hongshan knows a lot, but it's like this, so how do we get there? Do we mean to fly over on the surface of this swamp?"
Murong Hen immediately said: "No, there is a kind of man-eating reed living in the swamp. From the surface, the swamp seems to be very peaceful, but as long as a cultivator passes by, the man-eating reed can sense the cultivator.
The breath will suddenly shoot out from inside, and once entangled by it, we may not be able to escape alive."
The old man Yin Yang said anxiously: "This won't work, that won't work, what should I do? Is it possible that if we just watch like this, the giant poisonous miasma above will dissipate automatically?"
Yu Xizi answered: "Yes, the only way we can do now is to wait. According to Dao Yi, these miasma will dissipate every three hours, but the time is very short. As long as we can break through within those short periods of time, it will be fine."
Already."
The old man Yin Yang snorted coldly: "Huh! We are forced to do this by these miasmas. We are useless waiting for this."