Chapter 85 Tree Monster

The wind blade galloped, and thousands of cracks appeared on the cliffs around it. Zhang Yuan hid under the bluestone and never dared to look up. The corners of his eyes swept away and saw several skeletons lurking 100 meters away from him.

These skeletons firmly grasped the cliff beside them, as if this was their only life-saving grass. Zhang Yuan thought to himself, "If the wind stops, these skeletons will inevitably attack themselves again, and with their current strength, they will certainly not be able to escape. Why don't you take advantage of the time when the wind blade is galloping and the wind is blowing and dancing, my lucky body mask will leave.

Thinking about this, Zhang Yuan clenched his teeth and took up the protective mask to escape. Before leaving, he smashed these skeletons with a palm. Seeing this, other skeletons roared one after another. Some wanted to rush forward to tear Zhang Yuan, but as soon as they raised their heads, their heads were smashed by the wind.

Zhang Yuan took advantage of the messy stone terrain and wandered through many stone crevices, and was occasionally hit by several wind blades, which made him turbulent. It made him feel that his blood was churning and his body was in sharp pain. It was important to escape. Zhang Yuan couldn't care about the pain in his body and quickly ran to the distance.

Several of the most powerful skeletons stretched out their claws and grabbed Zhang Yuan in the air. As soon as the bone claws reached into the air, they heard a crackling sound of bone cracking. Several huge bone claws suddenly broke.

After escaping from the range of the wind blade attack, Zhang Yuan flew forward quickly. Under the heavy fog, he could not distinguish between east, west, north and south. After flying for a long time, Zhang Yuan secretly thought that it should be at least hundreds of miles away from many skeletons.

In front of him is a dark forest. Zhang Yuan walked to the forest, looking for a quiet and secret place, sitting cross-legged. He is now very weak and must rest. After calming down, he has a trace of divine consciousness to pay attention to his surroundings at any time.

The true qi flow in the body, a cool and comfortable qi, swimming along the muscles and veins of the whole body. After repeated work for a long time, Zhang Yuan's injury almost recovered and all fatigue dissipated.

Standing up, Zhang Yuan planned to find a route out of here. "The land of ghost crying cliff covers at least a million kilometers. I don't know when I can find a way out of such a vast valley." Thinking of this, Zhang Yuan was worried.

In the gloomy bush forest, the branches are spreading, the roots of old trees, and many thick roots are exposed to the ground. These ancient trees are different from the trees outside.

The trees here are almost all green. Whether it is branches, branches, trunks or roots, they are all green. Each ancient tree is wrapped with vines for more than a thousand years.

In the dense shrubs ahead, a few thousand-foot-high trees danced without wind, and the branches and leaves swayed one after another. From a distance, it seemed that the trees were alive, as if they were laughing to their heart's content.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Yuan thought to himself, "Is there any monster ahead?" Really shaking these ancient trees?" Thinking of the monster, Zhang Yuan used his mind to explore the bushes. In consciousness, there is nothing but shrubs. Looking at these ancient trees shaking without wind, Zhang Yuan consciously withdrew a few steps.

A few slender branches suddenly protruded from the ancient wood and wanted to swim away like a spiritual snake.

Zhang Yuan flew up in the air and wanted to escape from the branches here, but he had just flown dozens of meters, and more branches spread down to him like fishing nets. With a big shout, Zhang Yuan's spiritual power soared, the golden light shone, and the spiritual sword flew out of his hand and split into these branches.

These branches don't look special, but the spiritual sword is split on it and feels like silk, soft and tough. The branch took the spiritual sword and pulled it away.

Zhang Yuan hurried out to control the god and control the spiritual sword in the distance, but these branches are too many and powerful. Zhang Yuan's power of the god is much inferior to it.

Countless branches wrapped around the spiritual sword and dragged farther and farther. Zhang Yuan was in a hurry, regardless of his own safety, and the wind chased the spiritual sword away. This is on the ghost crying cliff, and his only reliance is the spiritual sword. If you lose the spiritual sword, it means that you lose the greatest protection of your life.

Several vines flew out and wrapped around Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan used his palm as a knife and cut at these vines with a knife. The powerful attack force splits these vines, and it feels that the vines are as soft as silk and extremely elastic. Your own attack can't hurt them at all.

The rattan shook in the air and immediately wrapped around Zhang Yuan's limbs. Zhang Yuan was shocked. He raised his strength, grabbed a few rattans with both hands and pulled them hard. After hearing only a few clicks, the rattan broke on the spot. Green blood flows from the broken rattan. Gumu shook for a while, as if Zhang Yuan had torn the rattan, causing great damage to it.

More rattans rushed to Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan's body was vertical and flashed ten meters away. After the rattans rushed into the air, they danced and came one after another. Hundreds of rattans suddenly danced wildly within dozens of meters. Within dozens of meters, there are countless remnants of vines everywhere.

Zhang Yuan dodged left and right and tried to split these rattans, but because the number is too large and the speed is too fast, he often avoids it. In just a few breaths, Zhang Yuan felt a burst of hot pain all over his body.

The spiritual sword went further and further away, Zhang Yuan's body was like lightning, like a Thunderbolt, and indirectly kicked more than a dozen huge stones in an instant. Each boulder accurately hits the rattan wrapped around the spiritual sword in front of it.

When hit by the stones, these rattan bodies trembled slightly. At this moment, Zhang Yuan's royal god went out. After feeling the master's call, the spiritual sword flew to Zhang Yuan.

Countless vines flew around chasing the spiritual sword. Seeing that several vines were about to catch up with the spiritual sword, Zhang Yuan shot away. Behind him, a thick rattan danced angrily. Zhang Yuan had no time to pay much attention to it. As long as the spiritual sword reached his hand, even if he suffered some scars, it was worth it.

"P"

With a loud noise, Zhang Yuan suddenly left a long scar on his back and endured the pain. Zhang Yuan was overjoyed at the moment when Zhang Yuan reached out to grab the spiritual sword and regain the weapon. At present, the fighting spirit is surging. The spiritual power stimulated, the golden light and electric dance, the power was fierce, and the sharpness brazenly greeted the rattan that beat him.

"Sw"

A series of swords in the air, the sword blade flew the willow catkins cut off by the rattan, and the tragic branches fell down. Countless vines staggered back and forth to attack Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan roared with his sword, really surging, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and like thunder rolling, and the magnificent autumn wind sweeping away countless vines like fallen leaves. A burst of earth and stones rolled behind one after another, and countless vines were forced out dozens of meters by the strong true spirit.

Looking at his full blow, he didn't cut off a rattan. Zhang Yuan seemed to think; "Yes, the rattan is extremely resilient, and it is ineffective to rely on strong attack power alone. If you want to cut off these vines, you must make your spiritual sword sharper.