Huge grass stems and blades floated in and out of the darkness, and more roots were exposed outside the mound, twisting like disgusting earthworms, as if trying to grab something from the surroundings.
Prey, bite hard.
Rustling! The strange sound stopped, and the giant grass stopped in front of the three of them.
Shi Yi looked at those bone chains, and cold sweat fell down involuntarily. Zhao Xiao's face was cold, and he knew that tonight was the end of his life, and he couldn't help but sigh quietly.
Wang Jiu pointed his finger fiercely: "Where are the bandits!"
A huge grass stalk swayed past the back of the giant grass. The ghost claws on it tightened and seemed to be grabbing something. At the same time they saw it, another huge grass blade rolled up something, just like the grass.
The stems are intertwined!
"It's Song Zheng!"
The three people's eyes were full of blood-red hatred, but they couldn't help but rely on them tighter. They wanted to take revenge, but now it was not a question of revenge, but a question of whether the three of them could survive.
Click! Click! Click!
A strange sound came, and Zhao Xiao's expression changed: "Not good..."
Boom! The feet of the three people suddenly collapsed, and countless withered bones were entangled by blood-red roots, turning into a group of warriors and fighting out of the ground.
The three of them were caught off guard when huge saw-toothed grass blades and ghost claw grass stalks suddenly appeared above their heads. With a quick grab, all three of them fell to death!
…
Song Zheng was swept away by the sawtooth grass leaves, and he felt more deeply the terror of this grass king.
He was surrounded by a layer of faint foul smell, which was condensed from the souls of countless dead people. It had a strong mourning effect and seriously affected Song Zheng's will. It was as if there were seven or eight hundred people in his ears.
He couldn't help but said: No, no need to resist, you are no opponent, just die, it will be easier if you die.
At the same time, there was a layer of sharp thorn-like fluff on the huge leaves, which contained toxins. All the leaves stabbed Song Zheng, making him paralyzed and unable to move. Even if he stubbornly wanted to resist, he couldn't!
"Is this how powerful the monsters from the extreme realm are?" Song Zheng smiled almost desperately in his heart. Luck did play a big part in his ability to survive the last imperial edict. But this time, he didn't have such good luck. First of all, he was able to survive.
This is the first time I encountered this kind of monster. If divided according to the levels of wild beasts, this grass king may have reached the eighth level!
The power of the eighth-level monster was indeed beyond what his little Burning Cave Realm could contend with. He had fought and fought hard, but it was obviously to no avail.
The blades of grass slowly tightened, and Song Zheng felt that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to breathe. He struggled hard to get some room for his lungs to expand, but because of his general paralysis, he was squeezed further.
The blades of grass rolled inwards, and Song Zheng watched helplessly as the terrifying saw teeth on the edge of the blades of grass moved closer to his neck!
The effects of the eighth-level toxin were so severe that the second-level antidote he had taken before had no effect. His consciousness was becoming blurred and his reaction was extremely slow. Although his eyes were blurred, he still had the last glimmer of understanding: wait until the saw-tooth patch was applied.
Once it gets on your neck, it will unceremoniously cut off its own blood vessels and water itself with its own blood. It will eventually bleed out the last drop of blood and die.
Finally, with a dull sense of touch, he felt the serrations on the edge of the leaf sticking to his neck.
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Blood spurted out, and the large blood vessels on his neck were opened to create a huge wound. The wound was uneven. Under the action of the toxin, the wound would not solidify and the blood would continue to drain!
"It hurts!"
Gurgling...blood fell on the leaves, and the veins opened their "round mouths" to swallow. Then the bright red blood flowed down along the veins, gradually deep into the main stem of the grass king, and then flowed to the main root.
middle.
Song Zheng's vision became increasingly blurry. He knew that this grass king was fifty feet tall and one foot thick. Even if he drained the blood, he could not "irrigate" every part of the grass king. He knew very well that he was
If it continues to flow, it will really be doomed.
He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the severe pain made him wake up briefly and regain some abilities. He squeezed the Zhoutian ancient coin in his hand hard, and drank in a low voice, like a French tone:
"Blood thunderbolt!"
A bolt of blue lightning erupted at Song Zheng's heart, with extremely high brightness! Song Zheng, whose physique had dropped to freezing point, forcibly activated this technique, almost killing him on the spot.
The thunderbolt of thunder and lightning was guided by the blood, and followed the place where Song Zheng's blood flowed, bombarding the veins of the leaves, all the way to the main stem and main root!
Boom boom boom...
The sound of thunder continued, blue light emitted from the body of the exploding Grass King, and the whole grass body was shaking. For a moment, Song Zheng and the others could not be cared about. As soon as the grass blade loosened, Song Zheng fell to the ground from a height of dozens of feet, and was smashed.
A piece of skeleton.
Then, with a few thuds, Zhou Kou and the others also fell down. Shi Yi and the others were slightly better. When they saw the blue thunderbolts starting to bomb, they immediately realized that it was Song Zheng! After falling, they set up the already unable to move
Song Zheng and Zhou Kou both fled without their lives.
Song Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and finally passed out.
The colleague was worthy of trusting his life and made the wisest choice - what he was most afraid of was that Shi Yi and the others didn't know the heights of the world and took this opportunity to kill the Grass King.
Although he used nearly half of the blood in his body to activate the blood thunderbolt and caught the Grass King off guard, he was only caught off guard. If he wanted to fight back, he would be asking for death.
Song Zheng, who was in a coma, fell into an unconscious darkness. He only felt endless fatigue, and he was so tired that he didn't even want to move a thought...
In the darkness, time seemed to freeze.
bass!
Song Zheng suddenly woke up, his eyes opened sharply, cold light swept around him, his body was filled with lightning, Zhou Tian's ancient coins were still in his hands, and he was ready to take action at any time.
But after he saw clearly the people guarding him, he breathed a sigh of relief and fell down with a groan.
Shi Yi chuckled: "I want you to be strong."
Zhao Xiao was lying on a slope not far away, holding an Anyan crossbow and standing sentry. The one taking care of Song Zheng and Zhou Kou was the fat man Wang Jiu.
He sat in the middle and moved Song Zheng and Zhou Kou to the left and right. He could take care of them by turning around without getting up.
"You're awake." Wang Jiu took out a jade bottle and said, "Take this, it's a third-level miracle medicine."
They did not find many third-level exotic medicines this time. Song Zheng was a little reluctant to part with them, but Wang Jiu said: "Don't feel bad, just eat it quickly."
After taking it, a spicy feeling rushed straight to the top of the head, and the vitality exploded in the body. Song Zheng didn't want to waste it, so he didn't say anything for the time being, sitting down and running the technique to absorb the effect of the medicine.
Chapter completed!