Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Just as the Ghost Soldier Lieutenant turned back to watch, Ye Ling rode the Red Fire Green Tailed Leopard and transformed into a knight, running towards the northeast, and soon left it far behind.

Ye Ling thought to himself: "I want to see what kind of ambush is ahead? If the Netherworld Ghost General trapped by Zixuan is there, I will snatch the Ghost General's wishful thinking bag!"

One person and one horse galloped for dozens of miles. Ye Ling found that the road ahead was getting darker and damper. Even the soil on the ground was dark red, and the air was extremely dark!

The red-fire green-tailed leopard couldn't help but slow down, looked around, and even lay on the ground and raised his nose to sniff, then cautiously replied: "Lord! Something is wrong here, the smell of blood is very strong, if you guessed it right, , The red soil on this ground is soaked with blood, I am afraid it is stained with a lot of blood, not only animal blood, but also human blood!"

Ye Ling flew up, holding the golden toad lantern, and looked into the distance. He found that in the fog and shadow on the road ahead, countless white towers were revealed, so densely packed that it was impossible to see the end at a glance!

"This place is like a mass grave, full of ghosts. The bones sealed in the many white towers should be bones, and the blood stains on the ground seep out from this white tower forest. Over time, they have become one color with the soil."

Ye Ling vaguely understood that the Ghost Soldier Lieutenant was probably trying to lure Lu Binglan here. There must be some powerful being in this tower forest!

Ye Ling did not enter rashly, but looked back at the Red Fire Green Tailed Leopard.

The red-fire green-tailed leopard was startled, and subconsciously retreated, saying tremblingly: "Lord! Why do you feel that something is wrong here! The white tower in front of you is too dark, and I can't stand this aura. I'm afraid. You won’t be able to go very far before you faint. You’d better send someone else to explore the way! I think that big pale golden guy is good!”

Ye Ling snorted coldly, knowing that the Red Fire Green Tailed Leopard seemed to like to show off and show off its power, but in fact it was as timid as a mouse! Even if there is coercion and inducement, it is useless to force this guy to explore the road.

Now Lieutenant Ghost Soldier and Lu Binglan are behind them, time is tight and there is no time to waste.

So Ye Ling immediately summoned the ancient barbarian puppet and ordered it to go to Tallinn first.

The red-fire green-tailed leopard finally breathed a sigh of relief. The leopard's eyes widened and it looked back.

The ancient barbarian puppet carried a giant ax and broke into the windy and melancholy tower forest. Before it could walk a hundred feet away, there was a sudden sound of the mountain shaking and the earth was shaking, and a bloody dead branch was poked out from the ground. Cheng's giant hand grabbed it!

The ancient barbarian puppet waved his giant ax to parry, and directly chopped off two fingers of the giant hand with dead branches! He paused for a moment and then stepped back.

The red-fire green-tailed leopard looked at this scene in shock, secretly glad that it was not the first to go in. At the same time, it also saw clearly what the giant hand it grabbed was, and hurriedly reported back: "Your Majesty, this big hand with dead branches should be It belongs to the tree demon! Its arms are stained with countless blood. I am afraid that all the animal blood and human blood in this tower forest nourish the huge tree demon in the ground! If it is not big and brave, the ax can restrain the tree demon. If it is like a small one, Yes, it can’t withstand the attack of the tree demon!”

Ye Ling nodded, and just now the tree demon grabbed the dead branch with his giant hand. The smell of rotten wood and the thick smell of blood could be felt even from a long distance away.

Unexpectedly, although a section of the tree demon's giant hand with dead branches was cut off, in the howling of the dark wind in the Tallinn, countless ghosts seemed to condense into the palm of the tree demon. The giant hand recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and returned to the tree demon's hand. New dead fingers have grown!