Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 692 Blood Tree, Bewitching! (3)
Unexpectedly, before Ling Wushuang could finish his sentence, he suddenly let out a muffled snort, his pupils dilated in an instant, and there was a loud bang in the sea of ​​consciousness, like a boulder thrown into it, instantly splashing a stormy sea, In a blink of an eye, his complexion turned pale.

"Ok!"

Caught off guard, Ling Wushuang froze suddenly and fell down from a high altitude.

"Wushuang." Lou Junyan frowned fiercely, and in a flash, he flew to catch Ling Wushuang's figure. With a flash of black light, he appeared on the ground below, holding her waist to stabilize his body. A worried look flashed in his eyes, "What's the matter?"

Ling Wushuang shook his head violently, staggered a few steps in Lou Junyan's arms, and then gradually came to his senses, "I seem to have been attacked by something."

"What?" Lou Junyan narrowed his dark eyes.

"It's all right now." Ling Wushuang let out a foul breath, and his pale complexion quickly returned to blush, "What the hell!"

What a terrifying force, it actually directly penetrated her defenses and attacked her sea of ​​consciousness, making it impossible to guard against.

After frowning for a long time, Ling Wushuang raised his head to meet Shanglou Junyan's dark red eyes, with a chilling expression on his face, "The aura from the ice scepter was cut off by a force, and the induction in the sea of ​​consciousness also disappeared. gone."

This is not good, that is to say, they are likely to get lost in this area!

"The induction has disappeared?" Lou Junyan looked at Ling Wushuang's improved complexion, his breathing sank, and he saw a red glow around him from the corner of his eye, and then, he turned around and saw that flashed on the sharp-edged and stern face. The previous emotions were hesitation and surprise, "This is..."

"What?" Ling Wushuang answered reflexively.

"It's a miasma forest of blood." After seeing the surrounding things clearly, the sharp color in Lou Junyan's eyes slowly settled down, and he said coldly, "It should be the breath from these things, which isolates the primordial The breath between the treasures draws."

Ling Wushuang followed Lou Junyan's gaze, his pupils shrank slightly.

Black withered vines, blood-red old trees.

From time to time, a piece of the scorched soil below was arched out, like a group of mice scurrying under it.

The ancient tree is more than ten feet tall, and the silk thread floating down like a weeping willow is light red. At a glance, the endless stretch is like a blood-red sea in the mist and rain. It is very beautiful. However, looking at Ling Wushuang In his eyes, every blood-red tree looked like a ferocious vampire.

"What a strange breath." Ling Wushuang glanced around, his expression slightly concentrated.

In other words, they seem to have entered a maze now, and the strange power that attacked her just now also came from this place?
Ling Wushuang immediately understood, and slowly retracted the hands in the sleeves, "I said, how can I go around, I feel that I am in the same place, and the induction in the sea of ​​consciousness is completely isolated, what is it? What the hell."

"Things in legends actually exist." Lou Junyan's dark red eyes became darker and darker.

He slowly scanned the surrounding space, as if looking for a breakthrough, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wu Shuang, be careful not to run into these things, the basic power of an ordinary blood tree is almost equivalent to that of a middle-rank monarch. , and some, even equivalent to the existence of a high-rank monarch."

"No way." Ling Wushuang opened his eyes in disbelief, then nodded slowly.

Looking around, the light red misty rain is hazy, and there is no end at a glance. It is only a preliminary estimate, at least tens of thousands, and the basic strength is equivalent to that of a king-level powerhouse, let alone this unpredictable Weird power.

If you are in this place, being entangled by these ghosts is really fatal!

Ling Wushuang searched for a long time, and like Lou Junyan beside him, he still didn't find any breakthroughs. The blood trees were uneven, and the twisted paths formed between them were almost exactly the same without any difference.

After thinking about it, Ling Wushuang could only say, "Look around and talk, you can't stop here."

Stopping here can only be dragged to death, walking around, maybe you can find a way out, and if the traction in the sea of ​​consciousness reappears, it will be the best.

"Yeah." Lou Junyan hummed softly and nodded.

The two shuttled through the path formed by the blood-red ancient trees, carefully avoiding the branches and tendrils hanging down like tentacles, and explored the surroundings while walking.

In this region, there is no fiery sunlight, nor soft moonlight, but only endless grayness.

The flow of time is as heavy as the breathing of a dying old man.

It has been almost four or five days, and Lou Junyan and Ling Wushuang are still trapped in this blood-red misty sea, without taking a step forward, and have not found any favorable breakthrough.

"Continuing like this is not an option." Ling Wushuang exhaled heavily.

Lou Junyan stopped in one step, looked around, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's useless to force it, the blood tree is immortal, it can't be slaughtered, it can't be killed."

The slaughter can't be finished, the killing can't be exhausted.

A single sentence that was not serious or serious made a thought that had just arisen in Ling Wushuang's heart completely broken, and he couldn't get out, and he couldn't touch these things, so what should we do?Is it just wandering around like this?

Ling Wushuang frowned fiercely, frowning in deep thought.

Lou Junyan walked slowly, with a deep and slow voice, "These things have been extinct in the world for millions of years, and they don't belong to this land. I didn't expect that they would appear again in the Dark Illusory Palace." among."

Ling Wushuang and Lou Junyan walked side by side, listening to his words, his eyes still scanned the surrounding wind and grass.

At a position that neither of them found, there was a light red vine like a veil, as light as a dust spider's thread, almost invisible, and the top was like a small suction cup of tentacles, which would be absorbed by the surrounding breeze. On the corner of Ling Wushuang's skirt that flashed by.

"Where did that appear?" Ling Wushuang asked softly, and then stepped forward.

"Wushuang, don't move."

However, Lou Junyan felt something strange, and by the time he spoke to remind him, it was already too late.

Ling Wushuang's step had already been taken with his feet lifted, pulling the slender red thread like a spider's silk, and shaking the large group of red mist next to him, making Ling Wushuang's hair stand on end in an instant. .

One wound up, and the clusters of red spider web threads behind it suddenly swarmed up like tarsal maggots!

"Crackling, popping—"

Wrapped around Ling Wushuang's legs, the slender vine threads intertwined and twisted, and the fierce force that came in vain seemed to directly drag Ling Wushuang into hell!
"Hey!"

(End of this chapter)