Boom!

boom!

boom!

…

The soil is broken into countless pieces.

Qin Sang was like a wild bull, charging rampantly.

After this battle, this area may completely collapse.

The strange-faced man and Qin Sang ran after each other, but the man in gray robe fell behind. He tried several times to use poison skills, but was unable to hurt Qin Sang. He had to concentrate on controlling the colorful poisonous spider, chase after him, and help the strange-faced man lock Qin Sang.

traces.

Wherever Qin Sang passed, the air of swords was everywhere and the wind and snow were blowing.

Palm-sized snowflakes were flying around the body, and vines were rushing in from all directions. The seemingly light snowflakes easily cut off countless vines.

But this can only temporarily relieve the pressure, and the situation has not been improved.

Contrary to Qin Sang's expectation, the strange-faced man only pursued him and did not use any more powerful magic weapon to stop or trap him.

This person has extremely profound attainments in the way of wood, and he is the only one Qin Sang has ever seen. Even with the imperial envoy Mu Zhu, he has to go all out to deal with such a simple attack.

However, the power of the wooden beads still has limitations, and the sense of oppression it brings to Qin Sang is far less than that of Yin Changsheng's Xuanjian Tower.

During this chase, no one with a strange face offered up a fake spiritual treasure.

However, the jade beetle of the strange-faced man destroyed Lu Zhang in one fell swoop, and if it is cultivated to a great level in the future, it will probably be more terrifying than ordinary pseudo-spiritual treasures.

I wonder if all the monks in Zhongzhou practice secret techniques similar to the "Yuan Sacrifice Technique".

Refining the natal magic weapon into a pseudo-spiritual treasure, and even gradually increasing its power, requires the cultivator to spend time and energy to achieve it slowly, and the results are slow.

This process will inevitably occupy time for spiritual practice and other magical powers.

Especially the great monks who have just broken through to the late Nascent Soul stage have a lot of things to do, but they may not be willing to spend their time on it.

Perhaps Strange Face artificially cultivated jade beetles and gave up the others.

Qin Sang's mind flashed and he analyzed his opponent based on the information he saw.

Since the strange-faced man is not aggressive, Qin Sang doesn't mind dealing with him until Lu Zhang recovers.

In the process of escaping, Qin Sang tried various methods and took turns to use various magical powers he had learned throughout his life, which were basically the way of ice.

Behind Qin Sang, ice explosions, ice walls, and ice mirrors were dazzling, forming layers of roadblocks.

At the same time, Qin Sang moved around, frequently changed directions, and separated his phantom body of black ice, trying to confuse his opponent's judgment.

But Qin Sang soon discovered that everything he did was in vain. No matter what he did, the strange-faced man could always accurately capture his movements, but he did not feel locked by his spiritual consciousness.

This detail reminded Qin Sang that before they found the stone toad, their opponents must have been following them for a long time, but he and Lu Zhang knew nothing about it.

There are various signs that the opponent has a way to monitor them from a distance, and they also have keen perception capabilities in the miasma.

In this case, if he tries to escape through the miasma, he may be self-defeating!

"Boom!"

The ice wall collapsed.

The man with the strange face appeared behind him riding a wave of vines. I don't know if he did it deliberately. He always kept a certain distance from Qin Sang, not hurrying or slowing, as if he was playing with his prey and enjoying the desperate expression of the prey as it came to its end.

Qin Sang was calm and collected, secretly observing the strange-faced man, but could not see any clues.

There is a layer of green light on the body of the strange-faced man, blocking out the poisonous miasma, which shows that although he has cultivated the Gu King, he may not be proficient in poisonous skills.

"Is it another guy?"

Qin Sang suddenly had an idea and thought of the man in gray robe.

When fighting for the stone toad, he fought against the gray-robed man, and the gray-robed man behaved more like a monk specializing in poison. Qin Sang also remembered that when the treasure-colored bell's precious light hit the gray-robed man, it seemed to shine through.

A colorful poisonous spider.

Like the jade beetle, this poisonous spider was not within the scope of his knowledge and was most likely artificially cultivated.

Qin Sang found some time in her busy schedule to observe the man in gray robe behind Teng Lang.

At this moment, Qin Sang suddenly saw the strange-faced man making a strange move.

He closed his eyes slightly, and a green light emitted from his palm. The wooden beads gradually turned transparent until they turned into a ball of dense green light, which then shattered into countless light spots and exploded.

Seeing this scene, Qin Sang's heart jumped violently, and the warning signs were raised.

I saw these green light spots spreading down one after another, and when they touched the earth and rocks, they would penetrate easily and disappear.

next moment.

There seemed to be some kind of response from the surroundings, and the whole earth began to shake violently.

Qin Sang found himself at the center of the earthquake.

Immediately afterwards, shattering sounds came from all directions, and countless sounds gathered together and rushed into Qin Sang's ears like a tide.

"Rumble..."

Qin Sang saw with his own eyes that the vines broke through the stone wall one by one and tore it into pieces.

It can't even be called rattan,

They are vines as thick as a giant python, like the root system of a thousand-year-old tree, densely packed.

Stone walls collapsed in front of him, revealing a shocking sight.

The ground was hollowed out, and countless vines grew out of nowhere, sealing Qin Sang's surroundings without leaving any gaps. It seemed that Qin Sang and the Snow-Taking Magic Sword were so weak.

The strange-faced man had been making plans before, until he suddenly launched his plan at this moment.

His throat squirmed, and the strange-faced man uttered a deep voice: "Senluo Kujing!"

As soon as the sound came out.

The vines suddenly stopped growing, and even the ones that were about to entangle Qin Sang were strangely frozen in place, and the luster on their surfaces quickly disappeared and became dry.

All the vines lost their vitality together.

Although the scene just now was terrifying, it was full of life.

At this moment, the air of death permeates the air.

The transformation between life and death is horrifying.

As the word "prison" sounded.

The vines were wiped out together, disappearing like a dream, maybe they didn't exist in the first place, and all that was left was a black aura, full of the smell of decay.

The gray and white auras blended together, forming a black vortex above Qin Sang, spinning faster and faster, and falling at an extremely fast speed.

Touched by this scent.

Qin Sang's body-protecting sword energy was also dyed black.

The snowflakes turned black, then melted silently, and withered like the vines.

Qin Sang's eyelids twitched, and he used the Snow-Taking Divine Sword to slash out a blade of sword energy with all his strength. The sword energy broke through the air and could penetrate into the whirlpool, but it was corroded as it went deep, and eventually lost to the black energy and disappeared completely.

The black air vortex shook and continued to approach.

Qin Sang flicked the top of his head, and the mysterious energy turned into a giant hand holding up the sky. He grabbed the vortex and squeezed it tightly with his five fingers. The result was a "bang" and the mysterious energy was shaken away.

The figure of the strange-faced man appeared above, and Tenglang disappeared. He stood out of thin air, looking down from a high position.

Only black whirlpools could be seen with the naked eye, and Qin Sang's figure was obscured, as if he was at the end of his rope.

The man in gray robe chased him down, raised his lips, and said flatteringly, "As soon as Master comes out of the withered prison, this man will definitely die!"

The strange-faced man suddenly frowned.

Immediately afterwards, a strange roar that did not sound like a human voice came from below the vortex.

The black air vortex suddenly vibrated and became stagnant. A crack appeared in the center, and a pure blue cold light penetrated from the crack.

A huge creature was faintly revealed below, it was a tango snake.

"Roar!"

The snake raised its head and opened its bloody mouth. A ball of cold flame was brewing in its throat, and it spurted out in a roar of filial piety.

The strange-faced man's eyes finally changed, and he hurriedly stretched out his deformed right hand to grasp the whirlpool.

Green light spots vaguely appeared in the center of the vortex, and just as they were about to regroup into beads, the cold flames had already hit hard.

Not only did the cracks not shrink, but they suddenly widened, and then more cracks spread, turning into a sea of ​​blue and black light in an instant.

The cold flames were as powerful as breaking bamboos, not only breaking through the forest and the dead prison, but the momentum was still strong.

Gwanghae

Waves rose up in the center, shooting out a pillar of blue fire. The snake's body burst out of the air, opened its fangs and claws, and pounced on the enemy.
To be continued...