[Transmigration Book] The male protagonist never comes

There was even a leaf that foolishly ran in the wrong direction, flipping over their feet, bouncing and jumping cutely.

But no one would think it was clumsy and cute. The spiritual power of the tendons on Chen Shen's feet was drained in an instant, and he lost consciousness.

The two drew their swords in an instant. The forest was too weird, and they didn't dare to act rashly for a while, they just watched the leaves with long eyes vigilantly back to back.

Those leaves returned to the trunk, and quietly withdrew their curious eyes.

The atmosphere was terribly quiet, and suddenly the ground shook, and the branches and leaves of the forest became frenzied. The trees waved thousands of arms over, and the strong wind they brought screamed the order to strangle.

These trees have their own eyes and consciousness, understand tactics and defense, coupled with the flexibility of the branches, they are like whips with thousands of long eyes, aiming at the most tricky angles to suppress people.

The two were prepared at the beginning of the battle, and easily dodged their vicious attacks. They accumulated strength to break through several times, but they were forced to retreat by the impenetrable whip dancing at critical moments.

The blood flow brings spiritual power, and the feet of the two have regained their sensitivity.Liushu sold an opening, and while all the branches were greeting Liushu, Chen Shen grabbed his sword and attacked the nearest few trees with a powerful move.

Where the spiritual power passed, a small whirlwind erupted, and several trees had no chance to resist, but were pierced by the sword energy in an instant, and the trunks were torn apart.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Chen Shen turned around and got closer to Liushu, and made another move of the dragon wagging its tail, trying to push away the branches that bound Liushu.

The old wound hadn't healed yet, but something went wrong with the raising of Qi, and the sword move was weak and was shaken away.

At this time, the branches on Liushu's body suddenly turned into several villagers, and Chen Shen recognized at a glance that one of them was the elder brother of the female corpse.

Chen Shen instantly understood why the children in the village were too stupid to learn to write, and their strange names were related to trees. It turned out that they were just a pile of wood.

The villagers led Liu Shu towards the village, Chen Shen ran over to stop him with a sword, suddenly there was a strange smell in the woods, like the smell of slush in the twelfth lunar month, and the cold fragrance dyed the front of his clothes.

Chen Shen was stunned for a moment, and after waiting for a moment, he didn't see anyone coming to reinforce the villagers. Only slowly did he realize that the smell seemed to emanate from himself.

Liu Shu had already broken away from the villagers, but when he turned around, he saw that Chen Shen hadn't rushed over, so he suddenly lay back and passed out.

A large piece of branches turned around to build a rattan bed, Chen Shen was thrown on it, and the remaining branches grew hands and feet in the blink of an eye, quickly dragging the bed deep into the woods.

The flow tree was blocked by the sudden increase of branches, and this time they were cut down and did not hide, as if they were performing some important task, and did not care about the sacrifice of their companions or even themselves.

Liu Shu called Chen Shen loudly, but got no response.Instead, it is entangled into a cocoon by more and more tree trunks.

Now that Chen Shen couldn't see it anymore, Liu Shu didn't lower his cultivation anymore, fire suddenly burst out from his body, and the trunk was pulled back like an electric shock.The subconscious mind is afraid of fire, no matter how important an order is, the first reaction is to withdraw its hands and feet.

Liushu fell to the ground in embarrassment, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up and faced the resurgent branches, and smiled coldly, as if looking at an ant.

His right hand drew a symbol in the air, as gorgeous as a string of blood beads.

The mantra slowly swelled like a giant, and after rising into the sky, the expansion speed accelerated, covering the whole village under the shadow like a pot lid.

Seeing the ants, Liu Shu shivered unconsciously, pulled the corner of his mouth cruelly, and snapped his fingers lightly with his right hand.

The giant in the sky exploded with a bang, and thousands of bright and flowing fires landed on this land, like a bow and crossbow with fire, and thousands of arrows were fired with the momentum of thunder.

The water and blood are evaporated, and the dry branches are a paradise for fire.So he ran enthusiastically, passing on the power of burning, the branches were cut off inch by inch by the natural enemies, and dust was scattered in the howling.

The whole village burned into a sea of ​​flames, and the moment the villagers encountered the fire, there was only a piece of charred wood left, which looked like a fleeing wooden man.

Where the fire ran, the original appearance of the village was burned inch by inch, and the blood on the red bricks and tiles was the only graffiti on the entire street.

Almost all the villagers were burned to death. Liu Shu walked into the deep forest, but he couldn't see his senior brother. He frowned and shouted: "Your descendants are almost dead, why don't you come out?"

What responded to him was the sound of rolling stones, and two branches protruded from the depths of the forest, as thick as stone pillars, as solid as a rock, and as soon as they met the flowing trees, they began to attack people to death.

The pressure on the flowing tree was much greater than the dozens of trees just now. These two branches were everywhere, cracks were shot on the ground, and other ordinary branches that were accidentally touched were corroded into ashes.

The mist on Liu Shu's body was long, and after dissipating, a layer of spiritual force film was formed, which separated the contact of the branches.

But it was discovered that there were leaves with eyes growing on this branch, which instantly swallowed the spiritual power membrane into the power of the branch.

Relying on the flexibility of his body, Liu Shu walked and rolled under the branches, but he didn't get close.

The two branches were pulled into a twist by him, and seeing the opportunity, Liu Shu severed them with his sword.

The sword moves that Chen Shen used forcibly at the risk of retaliation were just so effortlessly picked up by Liu Shu.

Two bowl-sized mouths were pulled out from the broken trunk, and there was a hateful voice between opening and closing: "This kind of power is definitely not something that a Golden Core stage monk can have. You actually hide your strength!"

Liu Shu was noncommittal, in order not to expose his cultivation in front of his senior, he could only pretend to run for his life.

Compared to his senior brother's safety, he didn't care about his cultivation being exposed or not, but he was afraid that his senior brother would believe his deception in his heart, and there would be lumps.

The tree was provoked, and angrily stretched out hundreds of arms and waved towards the tree, like a fly swatting a mosquito, and the fly disappeared when it was swung down, and a puddle of fleshy mud could be seen when it was opened.

The two mouths on the branch slowly grinned triumphantly.

Thousands of pairs of eyes on the leaves flashed green smiles, maliciously watching the branches slowly lift up, revealing the tragic end of the intruder.

The air was quiet for a moment, and there was no one in the big pit under the branches, and the eyes were full of vicious anger, which was as green as a poisonous snake.

Liushu appeared from not far away and jumped over. Hundreds of branches twisted again, interspersed to form a hard cage, ready to strangle him to death, torturing and sucking up his spiritual energy little by little.

Liushu twisted his fingertips, and the red flowing fire on the ground gathered into a fire dragon, circling affectionately in his hand.

Touch the direction of the branch with your fingertips, and the fire dragon soars away with excitement, bringing up a white mist.

The branches began to twist and howl, Liushu thought it was burning too slowly, the senior brother didn't know what he was suffering, so he threw out another wind curse, the fire dragon took advantage of the situation and split into ten, climbing along the branches as fast as an arrow.

The tree finally couldn't hold on to the roast, and the two mouths began to beg for mercy. Seeing that the tree was almost burned, Liushu waved the fire curse.

"Hand over senior brother!"

The tree laughed a few times, and Liu Shu saw the full of malice from the arc of its mouth: "It's late, it's too late... Cough cough, put away the fire!"

Liushu draws another fire curse, and looks at it fiercely: "If there is anything wrong with him, this fire can give you a happy ending!"

The burning branch was twisted by other branches, and the car was abandoned to save the handsome man. All the intact branches were taken back, and then a woman walked out from the woods. Her eyes looked like two leaves, but the eyes were normal black.

She swayed her willow waist gracefully, and wanted to put her hands on the willow tree, but she was shaken away, and she fell to the ground so weakly, she pouted her mouth: "Hmph, dead ghost, I really don't understand the style."

Liu Shu glanced at her coldly: "Yuegong Huan'e is not as good as my senior brother, let alone..."

Liu Shu looked at her face pointedly, the other party's expression changed instantly as if he had been stepped on a sore foot.

Except for the two pairs of leaf eyes on the dryad's face, the skin was like an old and wrinkled tree trunk. The most terrifying thing was the tangled scars on the face. At this moment, it was constantly trembling with anger, making people not want to take a second look.

The dryad got up from the ground.She put away all the seductiveness on her body, half covered her face with her hands, with a vicious look on her face, almost gnashing her teeth: "If it wasn't for the ugly devil, I would really be as good as Chang'e in terms of beauty!"

"Hand over senior brother!" At some point, the tree spirit had Liushu's sword on its neck.

The tree spirit stepped back, but unexpectedly the sword followed closely, almost cutting off half of her neck, but the green liquid head smiled: "You think I can't bear this head, I can have as many roots as I have." head."

"Is it?"

As if oil had been poured on the sword, a flame ignited into a line of fire, approaching the tree spirit's green head.

The dryad's face became extremely ugly, turning blue and then turning pale. Finally, the soul couldn't stand it anymore, and he gritted his teeth and surrendered: "Okay, let me tell you, you put away the sword first."

Liushu said lightly: "It won't burn to death for a while, so tell me."

The tree spirit glared at him, being controlled for life and death, resentful in his heart, he still confessed obediently: "I said it was too late, your senior brother is not with me, he was taken away by the ugly demon."

"Who is the ugly devil?"

"The old monster of more than 1000 years is a very jealous old woman, probably at this age..."

"perhaps?"

"She came to Fanshan for 1000 years, at least a monster for more than 1000 years."

Hearing Fanshan, Liushu's eyes flickered slightly.

"Where is she hiding?"

The tree spirit smiled maliciously, and she said in a word: "It's the deepest part of Mount Fan!"

It is said that everything on the mountain will fade into mortal things, there is no spiritual power, and there is no magic power, and once the fairy and demon fall to the mountain, they can only become mortals.

The deepest part of Mount Fan is just a legend. Ordinary people are afraid of the beasts on the mountain and dare not go deep, while monks are worried that they will encounter enemies on the mountain or fall under the claws of ferocious beasts.

The spiritual power in the deepest part was completely exhausted, and the monks guessed that there must be a desolate Gobi, and the water was in dire straits.

Liu Shu wasn't surprised at all, his expression was calm, his eyes unmoved, no matter where he was, as long as his senior brother was there, he would go, it didn't matter if he was in Heaven or Hell.

Unable to find the slightest fear from his eyes, the dryad looked a little dissatisfied.

Liu Shu suddenly lowered his eyelids, and the warm sunlight hit him, he squinted his eyes slightly, looking like he was thinking seriously.

"370 eight whips."

The dryad stopped laughing maliciously, a little puzzled, but felt more of a choking crisis.

"what?"

"370 eight whips, this is what you gave to my brother, I counted it in my heart, and now I will return it to you for him, at 370 eight hours."

The dryad suddenly smelled the smell of paste, and she slapped the flames on her clothes, fell to the ground and kept rolling.

"I didn't hit him that many times!"

"If everything is done for real, how can there be such an easy punishment!"

If it burns for so many hours, how can she still be alive? In desperation, she remembered the life-saving talisman. She endured the burning and gasped and said, "I can take you to the ugly demon. I have been there before."

"Why would the devil reveal the place where he hid his feet to someone else? Hmph, brother said you can't lie, so I'll punish you not to speak anymore."

How could he, a monk, know the habits of demons? That's right, every time that old woman called her to do something, she always went to the foot of Mount Fan!She hadn't seen the old woman's hiding place at all.

Before she had time to think too much, the fire on her body had already reached the only hair she was currently satisfied with.

The tree essence turned into its original shape, half of the trunk was burned, and it didn't hurt the inside, but the fire spread too fast. Such a stretch gave the flames room to flex their fists, flapping the fire-fighting branches slowly Get hot.

Liushu looked at the dryad tumbling in the sea of ​​flames, turned and left in the direction of Weifan Mountain.

After burning for an unknown amount of time, the withered and aging branches suddenly regained their greenness, as if the locked vitality was released, emerald green sprouted from the dry bark.

The Ugly Demon has fulfilled his promise and returned his youthful beauty. It seems that the man has been successfully taken away by the Ugly Demon.

The Dryad re-formed into a human form, standing on the parched ground with a beautiful color, but the waist down was full of flames.Her time was running out, and those green leaves slowed down the spread of the flames, but they couldn't stop the damage to Yuanshen.

She took out a wooden comb from her waist, and the flame took the opportunity to jump up. She combed her hair slowly without realizing it, and every time it fell, a flower as gorgeous as the tip of her heart appeared on the hairpin. Slightly, budding, scorchingly blooming, with a kind of thrilling, tragic for the purpose of death, tearing at the moment at the end, the smell of blood pervading is the fragrant buds of this flower, and the fire butterfly seems to have gone away, Like a moth, it pounced on the depths of the flower buds and turned into a firefly for a moment.

Now that she has seen other people's love and affection, she doesn't complain about anything. She has a civilized heart all her life, and she doesn't love the world, nor is she loved by others. All her heart is only focused on this face, and she must be perfect when she dies!

Surrounded by the fire, half of the sky was red behind the beauty, and when the wind blew, two equally gorgeous and charming moths were thrown into the fire, and they were scattered into ashes inch by inch.