Fang Fan stepped out and looked at the broken vine in his hand.
The thick vines are extremely vigorous, with patches of dark green, cuticle-like skin attached to the vines, giving them strong defense and friction.
Pull out the bone sword and cut it. Under the influence of the golden spiritual energy, the bone sword glows slightly with golden light, but even so, it only leaves a shallow scar on the vine, and the skin is not cut.
"What the hell is this? It's so hard."
Xiang Li on the side couldn't help but said.
"Judging from the momentum just now, this vine is probably of the second level."
Fang Fan said slowly, you couldn't see anything when the vine was dormant, but when it attacked, the momentum made Fang Fan see something.
"Second level? No way?"
Xiang Li couldn't believe it, Fang Fan glanced at him and said calmly.
"Level 3 is not impossible."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Fan began to use various methods to test the vine, cutting it with a knife, stabbing it with a spear, smashing it with a hammer, and finally burning it with fire.
It turned out that the vine was soft and hard to eat, and these cold weapons basically had no way to deal with it. It couldn't break the defense at all, and when it was finally burned, it caused considerable damage.
"burn!"
Fang Fan looked at the mountain of flour piled up in a corner of the warehouse and said decisively.
After giving the order, everyone immediately took action. They took out a roll of blood rope carried by the team and fixed a series of iron grabs on one end, just like an explosive hook.
A mutated beast was torn apart, and the smell of blood filled the air. Huge pieces of beast meat were hung on the iron claws, completely covering the iron claws. Finally, the blood rope covered with beast meat was thrown into the warehouse.
The vines, which were originally unresponsive and just like ordinary plants, rioted the moment the animal flesh entered its attack range.
Dozens of vines waved wildly, like pythons wrapped around the beast's flesh, quickly pulling it back under its roots.
And the moment it wrapped around him, Fang Fan smiled slightly and waved his hand.
"pull!"
In an instant, the soft blood rope tightened, and the iron claws originally wrapped in animal flesh revealed their ferocity.
The sharp iron claws broke out of the flesh and hung firmly on the strong cracks of the vines, unable to break free.
Dozens of people grabbed the rope tightly and fell backward.
The rope is made of nine thin blood ropes and is very strong, showing no signs of breaking during the constant wrestling.
The mutated vines struggled wildly, not even caring about the animal flesh, trying to break free.
But the more he struggled to free himself, the tighter the iron claws gripped him, and the more tightly he got stuck into the cracks of the vines.
At this time, the tough vines have become a burden, leaving the mutated vines with nowhere to escape.
Underneath, the cement floor was intact, and roots were wrapped around the bones underneath. In the cold storage, the originally dense roots seemed to be wrapped around something, perhaps the frozen meat from before, but now they have all disappeared.
Under the overwhelming strength of everyone, the mutated vines slid out bit by bit.
As a plant, its root system is unstable, which is its biggest vulnerability.
The wildly waving vines entangled everything they could.
Door handles, trolleys, gates, etc.
But this is just in vain, the combined efforts of dozens of militia levels are a huge force.
The door handle fell off, the door twisted little by little, and the steel groaned under the tremendous force.
Bang!
There was a loud noise, and the vines flew out together with the door, flying towards everyone with their teeth and claws.
The suddenly victorious people sat down on the ground and watched helplessly as a huge mass of mutated vines flew over.
"burn!"
Several long sticks were waved to pin the vines in the air to the ground, buckets of gasoline were poured on them, and a torch was poured on them.
Boom! Boom!
The ferocious flames suddenly shot up, beating on the mutated vines and burning fiercely.
Under the high temperature and flames, the skin of the vines quickly dried up, became brittle, turned black, and fell off under the constant swing of the vines.
The flames are very lethal to mutated vines, more so than Fang Fan imagined.
Perhaps, it should be said that flames are extremely lethal to any living creature. After all, fire and water are merciless.
Even the blood rope wrapped around the mutated vines quickly shrank under the flames, and finally turned into a handful of flying ash.
For blood ropes whose main material is animal sinew, flames are even more deadly.
The mutated vines struggled wildly and slapped the ground, but the flames showed no tendency to extinguish.
When the fire was small, a bucket of gasoline was thrown over and exploded in the fire, causing the fire to rise again in an instant.
Fang Fan watched with cold eyes, neither moving away nor getting close. Under the light of the fire, Fang Fan smiled slightly.
As time passed slowly, the fire gradually became smaller, but this time no more oil was poured on it.
Because the mutated vine inside had stopped struggling, and it took a long time to twitch, letting people know that it was not dead yet.
The previously ferocious branching vines have now been reduced to charcoal and broken aside.
It wasn't until the flames were completely extinguished that Fang Fan walked in, stepped on it, and completely crushed the vines that turned into charcoal.
Pulling away the charcoal, a vine as thick as a wrist and two meters long was exposed in the middle.
This seems to be the previous main trunk. The outside is completely transformed into spiritual energy and coke, but when you hit it, a tough texture comes out. However, no matter how you move it, there is no reaction at all.
After thinking about it, I picked up the vines, washed them with water, and rolled them up with my hands.
The coke on the surface was removed, revealing the cyan vines inside. The skin was still there, and a thick, metal-like hideous skin adhered to the vines.
"Village Chief, after burning for so long, there are still things left."
Xiang Li came over and said, Fang Fan glanced at him.
This tone always felt like he was trying to get close, but Fang Fan was not surprised, nor was he disgusted with him.
"Yes, this is the main trunk of the previous vine. It is more than twice as tough as the branches. It is a good thing."
Fang Fan was in a good mood, playing with the vines and said to him.
But suddenly, he froze and looked at the vine in his hand in disbelief.
What I just felt was life? Is it alive?
But that feeling passed in a flash, and never happened again, and the vine was like a dead thing in Fang Fan's hands.
Keeping this in mind, he rolled up the vine and hung it on the black donkey.
While the vines were being burned, someone brought the donkeys over.
At this time, two large baskets were placed on the donkeys, one on each side, and they were fixed. Bags of flour were put into the baskets, and then a few more bags were tied to their backs. Then they gave up and rushed aside to let them wait.
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Even though their bodies were filled with flour, these donkeys walked steadily and even opened their mouths leisurely and yawned from time to time.
Soon, the donkey brought was covered with flour.
The troops were divided into two teams. Ye Xiu led half of the troops to garrison the warehouse, while Xiang Li led the other half of the troops, carrying flour on their backs and driving the donkeys, and embarked on the return journey.
And Fang Fan sat on the black donkey, playing with the vines and following beside him.
