Return from the second dimension

The middle-aged monk hiding in the tree was still immersed in the state of cultivation at this moment. The profound energy of heaven and earth made him feel extremely surprised.

This kind of enjoyable practice experience, never felt before, made the middle-aged monk completely intoxicated.

Almost every minute and every second, the strength is improving, almost like a dream.

He knew very well in his heart that if he continued to cultivate in such an environment, it would not be long before his strength could crush his fellow apprentice brothers.

There is also great hope for the position of competition leader.

After realizing this, the middle-aged cultivator couldn't help feeling a little secretly regretful. Before, he shouldn't have been so impulsive to call his fellow brother for help.

In this way, this treasure land cannot be enjoyed exclusively, and it makes people feel distressed to think about it.

Monks are not selfish by nature, but because the resources for practice are too scarce, if they are given to others, they may not get them.

Faced with the temptation of longevity and the desire for power, who can be truly selfless and share the benefits with others?

But since the matter is a foregone conclusion, the only thing he can do now is to cultivate as soon as possible to recover from his injuries.

In order to avoid that after the arrival of those brothers, they will see this precious land and get crooked, and take advantage of the dangers of people.

The defensive heart is indispensable, and the middle-aged monks can't understand them better.

As for Tang Zhen, who seriously injured himself, the middle-aged monk had made up his mind to let him live for a while.

After everything is resolved, he will slowly clean up Tang Zhen, and he must make him better than dead.

Just when he was thinking about how to deal with Tang Zhen, he didn't know that Tang Zhen had already taken the initiative, and it was a means he could not imagine.

There was a squeaky voice behind him. The middle-aged monk didn't care. As the energy of the sky and the earth in the forest increased sharply, the vegetation began to become extremely active.

In the short period of time before, a large number of animals have passed under the tree, and they only wandered around restlessly after feeling the abnormal energy of heaven and earth.

Before the earthquake, many animals would have abnormal behaviors because they felt abnormal bursts of heaven and earth energy.

And in the forest at this moment, this kind of explosion of heaven and earth energy is everywhere, and the animals are violently running around, and there is nothing to be surprised about.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this thought came up, he felt a huge force hit, and the huge power of his entire body was wrapped up.

The middle-aged monk was taken aback and looked down and found that his body was covered with extremely flexible vines.

These vines are like poisonous snakes, entwining him constantly, as if they were living creatures.

"Asshole, what the hell is this?"

After struggling hard, the middle-aged cultivator was completely shocked after realizing that he could not get rid of the shackles.

He knows how powerful he is, and obviously the toughness of this vine has far exceeded his imagination.

Inexplicably panicked, the middle-aged monk continued to struggle, but he also began to mutter words.

Through the strength of the vines, I know that it is impossible to get rid of it by conventional means. If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that it has already been directly strangled at this moment.

The middle-aged monk is definitely very human, and naturally has a way to deal with it.

Soon I saw a trace of black smoke coming out of his body, contaminating the vine.

The black smoke is like a living thing, with oily brilliance, shimmering with colorful luster, and exudes a fishy smell.

I don't know what the material of this black smoke is. It has a very strong corrosive power. After being touched by the flexible vines, it immediately turned yellow and black.

As the smoke rises, the vines seem to have weathered, and there are constantly falling debris.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged monk showed a hint of joy in his eyes, and continued to arouse the black energy in his body, trying to break all the vines that entangled him.

The smelly black gas he inspires belongs to the toxin waste gas in the human body. It uses special means to combine with the energy of heaven and earth to produce deadly corrosiveness.

When used as a weapon attack, it is always a water arrow, but at the moment it is in the form of smoke, which is just right to deal with vines.

The middle-aged monk didn't expect that he was just using waste, and he didn't expect this miraculous effect.

Tang Zhen, who controlled the vine's attack, also felt the power of the black smoke at this moment, and a feeling of fear and pain was faintly passed on.

Especially after the evolution, the perception ability of vines is greatly enhanced, and the perception of pain is more acute.

At this moment, Tang Zhen had a feeling that his body seemed to be scalded by boiling oil, and the burning pain made people almost crazy.

At the moment he lost his mind, the uncontrollable vines instantly loosened their restraints, and the middle-aged monk took the opportunity to escape.

Tang Zhen was a little helpless, and the opportunity was fleeting. Because of the unfamiliar means, he had already missed the best time to attack the middle-aged monk.

Regaining control of the vine, Tang Zhen continued to attack, but the middle-aged cultivator had already hid in the distance, looking at the mutant vine in front of him with vigilance.

This kind of weird and huge plant, the middle-aged monk had never seen it before. Obviously, such terrible things would appear only in places where the energy of heaven and earth was abnormal.

At this time, the middle-aged monk only regarded the vine as a mutant plant, and never thought it was controlled by humans.

"It's just a broken tree vine, dare to attack me sneakily, see if I don't burn you to ashes!"

The middle-aged monk looked gloomy, said coldly, and then chanted the spell again.

A faint green fireball appeared, and after beating a few times, it went straight to the vine and shot it.

The flames summoned by this kind of magic can be ignited even with stones, but it cannot be extinguished with water.

If it is contaminated by a human body, the fire will suddenly intensify, and the person will be burned to ashes in silence.

The monks' methods are mostly fierce and insidious, which is one of the reasons why mortals are desperate and afraid.

According to the imagination of the middle-aged monk, after the flame flew past, the vines that attacked him would be instantly burned to ashes.

Unexpectedly, at the moment the fireball flew past, the vines contracted rapidly and escaped the fireball's attack.

The middle-aged monk froze for a moment, and the vines' evasive actions when they encountered danger greatly exceeded his expectations, as if they were creatures.

A trace of doubt emerged in his mind. Is this vine in front of him really just an ordinary mutant plant?

As a result, at this moment, a gust of wind came and went straight to the back of the middle-aged monk's head.

Before he recovered, a huge force struck, and the middle-aged cultivator felt a pain in his back and staggered forward a few steps.

When he stopped, his face was full of fright.

At this moment, there was a deep scar on his back, and even his spine leaked out.

The blood penetrated the clothes, but the Central Plains monk didn't care, but stared at where he stood just now.

There was a vine with thick arms, shaking gently like a poisonous snake, and the branches and leaves gave a sense of flesh and blood.

Those sharp barbs were covered with fine pieces of flesh and blood, all from middle-aged monks.

"This is definitely not an ordinary mutant plant, but has been demonized into a spirit, otherwise it would not be so powerful!"

In the eyes of the middle-aged monk, a deep dread flashed, and he found that this strange virgin forest was not as simple as he had imagined.

The clone who was watching the battle, as well as Tang Zhen's body, were all taken aback at the same time.

Because this vine of flesh and blood that suddenly appeared was something that came out of thin air, and it didn't exist before.