Mu Geng Essence

The yellowish-colored roots attacked as fast as lightning, and suddenly attacked from under the soil layer, so the monks might not be able to dodge.

"careful!"

Fairy Qin and Lin Cheng exclaimed in front and behind, with a sense of worry in their eyes.

Lin Cheng and Yang Fan have a good relationship, so they are naturally extremely worried.

Fairy Qin in white was also familiar with Yang Fan. While worried, she immediately controlled the white flying sword and tried to intercept the tree roots.

However, she was still a little slower, and her yellow roots were about to stab Yang Fan.

At this moment, the rest of them almost held their breath, and most of them were either unable to protect themselves, or they were far from being able to take care of them, or they could not react at all.

The man surnamed Fang was also near Yang Fan's left, but his eyes were filled with gloating expressions, and he thought to himself: "It's good now, no need for me to design..."

It was time to say that it was soon, and the yellowish-colored roots were about to stab Yang Fan.

Once you are touched by this object, a low-level monk will definitely not escape the disaster.

Yang Fan's expression changed slightly, and his body turned to the side, with a yellowish-colored root and a piercing pierced.

The howling wind blew past him.

A piercing into the air does not mean that the whisker will give up, but this one is bent and tangled towards Yang Fan like a poisonous snake.

Swallow ~~~

At this moment, Fairy Qin's flying sword in white slashed on the roots, sparks flew everywhere, and a gap immediately appeared on it.

The yellowish-colored roots stagnate, and Yang Fan took the opportunity to retreat about a meter away, not panic.

At this time, Liu Xue rushed over, and the white glow formed a sharp arc, hitting the roots hard.

Puff!!

The whisker was cut off one piece, and the other piece returned to the soil layer.

At this time, the ancient tree spirit also saw the trembling, and swung the tree trunk vigorously, making the monks feel embarrassed.

In fact, the most difficult thing to deal with is the yellowish-colored roots.

"ah……"

At some point, another scream came.

I saw a man in the early stage of concentration standing on the edge, whose chest was pierced by his thorns and pulled it to the ground, and it turned into a skeleton in a moment.

"Deacon Liu, if this continues, it will only cause more and more casualties."

Fairy Qin in white looked worried.

Except for Liu Xueqin who can compete with the ancient tree spirit, there are only two foundation-building deacons who can barely protect themselves, and the rest are in danger at all times.

"No, it killed Huayue, and you must kill it to take revenge."

The male cultivator's eyes were blood red and he almost roared.

Liu Xueqin bit her teeth tightly and nodded: "We cannot give up halfway, let alone let our fellow disciples die in vain."

Puff-

Just as he was talking, a yellowish-colored root thrust at someone like lightning, but this time it was Fairy Qin in white.

Fairy Qin in white sneered, floating one or two feet away, and almost avoided the attack.

However, a tree root suddenly shot out from under the soil layer, stabbing fairy Qin in white from behind.

There is obviously more than one root of this ancient tree spirit.

Fairy Qin's face changed drastically. She could deal with a tree root, but if there were two, it would be impossible.

The ancient tree spirit seemed to have certain wisdom and launched an attack on her.

Because among the monks on the field, the one who hurts it the most is Liu Xueqin, the fairy in white clothes is Fairy Qin. The former is a monk with golden elixir, and it has no choice but to have a great chance.

Fairy Qin in white exclaimed and barely avoided again, but another thorn was wrapped around him and he couldn't dodge.

Swish puff!!

The whisker wrapped her body around, and the defense shield swayed for a while, and pulled it downwards, and she also struggled to resist.

Liu Xueqin is far away from her and is fighting head-on with the ancient tree spirit, and has no time to take care of it.

The rest were unable to rescue.

Whoosh ~~

Yang Fan raised his hand, and a talisman broke through the air and turned into a hot fire snake, hitting the root of the tree at once.

In an instant, the ancient tree spirit whined, trembling all over, and a piece of it burned.

Fairy Qin in white escaped from danger and cast a grateful look at Yang Fan.

"Three-level fire-type talisman..."

The man surnamed Fang shouted in a low voice, a little unbelievable.

The third-level talisman is relatively precious in itself, and it is equivalent to the strong man in the foundation-building stage and has a full blow.

The fire-type talisman is even more difficult to see in the extreme north.

In this kind of ice and snowy environment, the fire spirit of heaven and earth is thin and there is little fire cultivation, and the price of fire-type talismans is several times that of ordinary talismans.

After being injured by the third-level talisman, the ancient tree spirit trembled and seemed extremely painful.

Immediately, it roared and roared, and a powerful hostility and murderous aura pointed at Yang Fan.

"Haha, this tree spirit is indeed afraid of fire-type attacks."

Yang Fan smiled lightly, but was not afraid.

"You have to be careful, this tree spirit is very revengeful."

Fairy Qin in white quickly reminded him.

Sure enough, his ancient tree spirit roared, shook violently for a few times, then stretched out two branches and slapped at Yang Fan together.

"I'm not afraid of you."

Yang Fan disappeared from the spot like a ghost, and this speed moved and surprised Fairy Qin, who was the foundation-building stage.

The speed damage is within the low level, and the mana used does not exceed the concentration stage.

However, Yang Fan's speed exceeded the shackles of cultivation, especially his grasp of the timing was extremely accurate.

After flashing the attack, he saw dozens of talismans in Yang Fan's hand.

They all have all the fire-type third-level talismans.

A faint warmth appeared in the air.

"So many third-level talismans in fire system?"

Everyone was shocked, and the man surnamed Fang and others showed a little greed.

If so many fire-type third-level talismans are obtained in the extreme north cultivation market, then won’t they be sold at sky-high prices?

Swallowing!!!

Yang Fan raised his hand and threw it away, and more than a dozen talismans came out of his hand. It formed a huge fire net in the void, covering the ancient tree spirit in an instant.

The ancient tree spirit roared and whimpered, and the entire bare trunk kept shaking, and the surface was charred.

The flames ignited on the trunk of the tree and became more and more intense.

"Everyone attack..."

Only then did Liu Xueqin and others react and quickly launched an attack on the ancient tree spirit.

"stop!!"

Yang Fan shouted coldly and asked everyone to stop. After saying that, he threw out more than a dozen fire-type talismans in succession.

"The tree spirit is afraid of fire, and our attack will put out the flames."

He Xue exclaimed, making everyone realize it and quickly stop attacking.

The cultivators of the Ice Soul Sect practiced all cold attributes, while the ancient trees were afraid of fire. If they used magic attacks, they were saving the ancient tree spirit.

"Everyone attacks with sharp weapons."

Fairy Qin in white controlled the flying sword, and the cold light was restrained and slashed hard at the tree spirit.

The other monks followed suit.

In a moment, the ancient tree spirit roared and began to escape.

However, its roots were pierced into the soil layer and moved quickly, and were riddled with holes by everyone.

What it fears even more is that the flames burning on the branches are not only not extinguished, but the less they become, the more powerful they become.

While chasing, Yang Fan sometimes threw out a talisman to "add fire".
To be continued...