The end of the world: The residents are shocked, the city lord is so beautiful!

A large number of green rhizomes burst through the shelves.

Nepenthes writhed violently, furious, and kept opening and closing their pockets to spit out corrosive slime.

Cen Huan quickly dodged and retreated, and the wood-based ability was activated to directly pull the wooden board aside to block the slime.

In a few breaths, several people had already exchanged hands with countless vines.

The warehouse was originally quite large, but at this time it was occupied by many shelves, and it was covered with vines that were interspersed with needles.

Thousands of strands are like hair, hindering the speed of several people's movements.

The attack power of the vines is not strong, but the vitality is too tenacious, and it quickly regenerates after being cut off, and it is endless.

Cen Huan took out a fire-based ability knife, and a piece of silk flower vines in front of him broke in response.

Like a child whose hands have been burned, the vine trembles and does not dare to approach, but it can feel its anger.

The pitcher plant on the wall writhed even more wildly, and the silk flower was agitated, and it surged towards Cen Huan fiercely, and she was not even afraid of the flame knife in her hand.

Cen Huan turned into a free barber at this moment, and unceremoniously cut off a large piece.

It seems that this silk flower is subordinate to the pitcher plant on the wall.

Cen Huan brandished a Tang knife and slowly approached the pitcher plant.

Taking the time to glance at the back of the shelf just now, the writhing rhizome frantically sucked the last value of the corpse, and the corpse was like a deflated balloon, which was visibly quickly shriveled down to the naked eye.

After being discovered by Cen Huan, the surrounding rhizomes became sharper, and a large number of roots tried to wrap around her and turn her into nourishment.

"Chen Ye, transfer Yu Qiuyue! This pitcher plant needs nourishment.

As soon as the words fell, the silk flowers grew wildly, and even the rhizomes that stretched into the pitcher plant pocket were pulled out to attack a few people, and the mucus of the pitcher plant was sprayed everywhere as if it didn't cost money.

Cen Huan was a little difficult to resist alone, and one couldn't dodge, and the mucus in front of him came straight to him.

It's miserable, won't it be disfigured!

Raising his head, Shen Wanzhou quickly resisted in front of Cen Huan.

"Wanzhou

!" "It's okay, I'm metalized! Be careful!" The

two of them began to clean the rhizomes around them back to back, and Cen Huan controlled several Tang knives at once, spinning at high speed, as tireless as a lawnmower.

The turquoise juice splashed everywhere, and Cen Huan looked at the place where the juice fell, making a sizzling and corrosive sound.

It seems that the cooperation between dodder and pitcher plant is also beneficial.

The silk flower acts as a tentacle of the pitcher plant and is responsible for capturing prey.

Nepenthes arm the silk flowers with corrosive slime.

The three people on the periphery withstood the pressure and rescued Qiuyue and the others to prevent the pitcher plant from continuing to suck nutrients.

The follow-up of the powerless pitcher plant can only be impotent and furious, frantically urging the silk flower, and the two silk flowers grow crazy again for a while, obviously falling into a state of rage.

Cen Huan keenly felt that the rhizomes around him were much thicker, harder, and twisted, desperately trying to penetrate the bodies of several people.

Cen Huan used the wood-based ability to the extreme, and he could only resist the attack of the rhizome, and he couldn't get one step closer to the pitcher plant.

The two sides fell into a stage where no one could do anything about it, the pitcher plant and the silk flower were gradually exhausted, and the physical strength and abilities of Cen Huan and the others were also declining rapidly.

Time passed minute by minute, Cen Huan replenished the potion, waiting for the moment when the pitcher plant and the silk flower were exhausted.

Just as the protracted battle was nearing its end, there was a sudden movement at the door.

First, the iron gate was pierced by the roots of the passage, and several thick roots were directly rolled up in Qiuyue, and several people retreated into the darkness.

Then more tree roots came towards Cen Huan and the others.

The silk flower rhizome in front of him receded as soon as the roots rushed in, and hid into the darkness like a tide.

Nepenthes also fell silent from the rage, silent, for fear of being discovered.

Cen Huan turned around to deal with the snake-like thick and flexible roots, only to find that these roots were not at the same level as those in the passage.

Just in the passage, it's like teasing them.

Now they are ruthless, and Cen Huan and the others are not opponents at all.

The roots of the tree rolled Cen Huan around the waist, and he was dragged away without the strength to fight back.

Cen Huan only felt that the huge force pulled her into the darkness, and she lost consciousness as soon as it was dark in front of her.

......

Tick.

Tick.

"Host

!" "Host!" The

unconscious man frowned, and the pain of a beating came from all over his body, as if he had been beaten violently.

"Ahem.

Cen Huan coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood and opened his eyes.

Black.

Except that black is still black.

Nothing can be seen.

Cen Huan almost thought that he had returned to the laboratory of his previous life.

"Host, you're awake!Meng Meng is almost scared to death, I can't contact you just now!" The

cute chatter in his mind made Cen Huan come back to his senses, sit up with his painful body, and his memory gradually returned.

It should have been caught somewhere by the roots of the tree, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mengmeng, where is this?" he

said, taking out an incandescent lamp and lighting it, the surrounding environment became clear.

He took out the potion and drank it, and looked around while waiting for the potion to take effect.

"Host, we're in a room on the second basement floor.

Cen Huan stood up with difficulty, with tangled roots and floors under his feet, holding the light to observe, and all around.

How to get out?

Cen Huan suddenly saw the Tang knife in his hand, and slashed a few times at the roots of the tree that were entwined around the door, and the roots of the tree were broken, revealing the wooden structure inside.

The roots of the tree squirmed, trying to close Cen Huan's broken hole, Cen Huan quickly took out the ability gun, and a fireball hit it.

The roots burn rapidly, and the burning pain causes the roots to retract.

The roots of the trees in other directions wanted to sneak up on Cen Huan, but Cen Huan turned around and directly aimed a flamethrower at the roots that stretched out.

The roots of the tree stiffened in the air and reluctantly shrank back.

Sample.

Cen Huan didn't have any expression on his face, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The plant was indeed thoughtful, and when it drove them into the storehouse, and then the pitcher plant and the dodder attacked them, it seemed that the root of the tree had broken the tide of battle, and it was not so much that it was afraid that a few of them would not be able to defeat it and die there.

When she was arrested but didn't die, Cen Huan guessed that the root of the tree had a purpose, since there was a conspiracy, it meant that several of them must live, and Cen Huan was not afraid of what the root would do to her.

Naturally, you don't have to be afraid to do it.

"Mengmeng, where are a few of them, lead the way.

Cen Huan arrogantly carried the flamethrower, and successfully found the room where Shen Wanzhou was under the cute navigation.

The tree roots on the road wanted to block it at first, but after Cen Huan unceremoniously pulled the trigger and burned it, he finally honestly and automatically got out of the way.

At the place where Cen Huan was ropeway, the roots of the tree automatically receded, and even intimately opened the door that closed Shen Wanzhou.

"Host, there are zombies!"

Cen Huan's eyes froze, his body reacted faster than his consciousness, and the Tang knife in his hand flew straight in the direction that Meng Meng pointed.

"Roar!"

The roar came, Cen Huan was worried about Shen Wanzhou's safety, so he directly threw an incandescent lamp into it and quickly swept over with his weapon.

The lights turned on, and it was a black cloak-like person, with a Tang knife clearly stuck in his back, and Cen Huan inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.

The zombie roared and turned around, Qingjun's face turned around, Cen Huan was stunned, and almost confiscated the attack.

"Gu ..... Gu Mingyu?".