Return from the second dimension

The middle-aged monk squatted in the pit, digging hard, and the monk was so tired and sweating.

In a short period of time, a big hole was dug out of the ground, and the soil was thrown everywhere.

At this time, he was full of joy, sifting out the gemstones and throwing them into his pocket.

For the middle-aged monk, this was a rich harvest he had never had in the past, even if he was eventually forced to leave, it was a worthwhile trip.

The reason why he suddenly gave up to meet his companions was because he had witnessed what happened in the illusion and knew that this forest was far more dangerous than he thought.

Under this circumstance, the middle-aged monk took a step back and decided to get a part of the gemstone ore with him.

Even if he was forced to leave the forest, if he added the gemstone ore obtained earlier, it would be enough for him to use for several years.

After waiting for a few years, his cultivation level has been improved, and then he can come back here again and find a way to get more gemstone ore.

This is the plan of the middle-aged monk. As for his fellow students, he can only ask for more blessings.

Maybe when I left, I could help them, but if they couldn't persist for that long, they could only blame them for bad luck.

When the middle-aged monk wanted to come, his fellow sect was for the treasure in the forest, rather than sincerely trying to save himself.

If it weren't for the existence of treasures, they would never venture into the forest after discovering the existence of the phantom array.

When thinking about problems, people with wrong minds always like to save others by themselves, thinking that other people are also ill-intentioned.

If you can choose, the middle-aged cultivator would rather have his fellow students be killed by the mysterious monster, so that he can enjoy the secret exclusively.

By the way, that Tang Zhen must be killed together!

The middle-aged cultivator thought of this, and a flash of hatred flashed in his eyes, feeling that the matter was so disturbed that it had a lot to do with Tang Zhen.

If possible, he would never let Tang Zhen go, he must be made worse than death.

While pondering in his mind, the middle-aged monk was constantly digging the soil, trying to obtain more gemstone ore.

At this time, he didn't notice that thick vines nearby were quietly approaching, surrounding all around the pit.

Just when he found a gemstone ore and was about to put it in his pocket, the vines were like poisonous snakes that pounced on their prey, and went straight to the middle-aged monk.

Although the middle-aged monk was digging for ore, he kept his attention around him, guarding against danger.

Therefore, when the vines came, he was immediately aware and wanted to dodge the attack.

As a result, one vine was avoided, and the second vine was rolled up. At the same time, there were third and fourth...

I don't know how many vines are hidden in the grass, as dense as a group of snakes, there is no possibility of escape at all.

In addition, there are those blades of grass, which have all become hard as iron, standing on the ground like a dagger, making it impossible for people to stand.

The middle-aged monk landed on his feet and screamed, and quickly jumped from the grass back into the pit.

Looking at his feet, it was already dripping with blood, and his pants were cut torn.

"Damn it, what's going on?"

The middle-aged monk was frightened and angry, and the sight before him seemed familiar, but it was far more serious than it was at the beginning.

These plants are so refined!

Tang Zhen's figure flashed in his mind at the same time, feeling that the matter was related to him, but it felt impossible.

If Tang Zhen really had this ability, how could he keep him until now, afraid that he would have attacked him long ago, or even kill him directly.

The thoughts in his mind flashed quickly, but those vines attacked again, blocking all the way out of the middle-aged cultivator from all directions.

Being in the dirt pit, the middle-aged monk had no way to escape, and despair flashed in his heart.

His strength is limited, it is impossible to withstand the attack of mutant vines, the only thing he can do at this time is to do his best to fight it.

After fighting, there is still a glimmer of life, but if you fight, you will die forever.

"what!"

A scream came, and the middle-aged monk was entangled in the vine, and then he was pierced into the flesh by the barb on the vine, and it was bloody in an instant.

There seemed to be toxins on the barb, the wound was corroded and ulcerated, and blood and pus continued to drip down the wound.

He tried to struggle to get rid of the restraint, but the more he struggled, the tighter the restraint became, and he was quickly tied into a big dumpling.

In this case, unless an outsider comes to help, it is impossible to get out of the predicament.

The middle-aged cultivator knew this, and stopped struggling, but he did not obediently admit his fate, but silently searched for a chance to get out of trouble.

As a result, at this moment, the middle-aged monk heard the sound of footsteps, which seemed to be right behind him.

"Who are you and why are you attacking me?"

The middle-aged cultivator was nervous, guessing that the other party was behind the scenes, causing him to fall to this point.

The other party is really hateful, but it is also very terrifying. At this moment, his life and life are in the hands of the other party, and the sense of fear continues to hit like a tide.

The middle-aged cultivator didn't want to die, so he was eager to figure out who the other party was, and is there any chance of relaxation between them?

Amidst fear and expectation, the sound of footsteps stopped, and then a figure appeared in front of the middle-aged monk.

"Damn it, how could it be you!"

Looking at Tang Zhen standing in front of him with a cold smile on his lips, the middle-aged cultivator felt like he was struck by lightning.

"Why can't it be me?"

Tang Zhen sneered, looking at the middle-aged monk who was tied into rice dumplings, he felt unspeakable and relaxed in his heart.

This middle-aged monk, who could make a group of mercenaries bow their heads and obey orders, had weird methods, but now fell into his own hands.

It is impossible to say that there is no sense of accomplishment in the heart, and it seems that the monks are not invincible.

Looking at the middle-aged monk with shocked and confused expressions on his face, Tang Zhen suddenly felt a little boring. The enemy he thought was invincible has now been defeated easily.

The so-called monk, but so.

Shaking his head gently, Tang Zhen turned out a square box from the storage equipment.

After opening the box, Tang Zhen took out a diamond in appearance from the inside, with a blood red gem inlaid on it.

Inside the gem, light flashed faintly, and it seemed that there were runes dancing.

According to the systematic explanation, this is an item used to deal with captives and slaves, and the effect is amazing.

If Tang Zhen wanted the middle-aged monk to mine for himself, he had to control him first and let the other party obey his command honestly.

If there is no means of restraint, then these unruly guys, it is impossible to follow their own commands.

Looking at the controllers filled with boxes, Tang Zhen suspected that this system was deliberate, otherwise how could he give himself a box of controllers?

When the middle-aged monk saw Tang Zhen's wave of his hand, something appeared in his hand, and he was immediately stunned.

He couldn't recognize it, this was a legendary method, Tang Zhen must have storage equipment in his hand.

Originally worried about his own safety, but now he was replaced by greed. The middle-aged monk stubbornly faced Tang Zhen and tried to find where the storage equipment was.

He even couldn't help but began to fantasize about what a scenery it would be when he got the storage equipment!

"Hey, I dare to dream of wishful thinking when I die. I really don't know how to live or die."

Tang Zhen just glanced at it, and he understood the expression of the middle-aged monk, and a mockery flashed across his face.

"You'd better mine mine honestly, so you can live for a while, otherwise I will kill you directly!"

Tang Zhen would never be polite to his enemies. As soon as his voice fell, the controller in his hand had already smashed the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk couldn't avoid it, and watched the controller stretch out spider-like claws, and then landed on his forehead.

A scream suddenly came out from the mouth of the middle-aged cultivator, echoing continuously in the forest.