Quick Transmigration: After Villain Reaches Full Level

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I don't know how long it took, the mausoleum crow finally called a stop, rushed forward excitedly, and disappeared among the lush leaves in a blink of an eye.

Hua Wu didn't stop him, she pushed away the vines that were trying to cling to her, and walked towards the place where the mausoleum disappeared.

Turning over the thick vines lying on the ground, she saw mausoleums wrestling with a blood-red vine.

but…

Kind of like noobs pecking at each other.

The vines can't do anything to the mausoleum, the mausoleum's body has no substance, and every time it hits it, it directly passes through him, causing negligible damage.

And the mausoleum crow didn't do much damage to the vine.

A cloud of black mist and a vine are chasing each other over there. At first glance, the scene is huge, but on closer inspection, it is simply a futile fight.

Hua Wu stood by and watched for a while, but couldn't bear to look directly at it.

The mausoleum probably realized that it was impossible to eat by itself, so it immediately gave up the vines and rushed towards Huawu.

"What are you doing..."

The mausoleum plunged headlong into her body.

The vine sensed that he and Huawu had merged into one, and naturally aimed at her as well.

"..."

I#@*! …

This dog thing!

…

…

Bu Zuo originally wanted to find out the body of this vine, so he went deep into the place with the most dark elements.

The vines kept preventing him from moving forward, and the dense vines almost wrapped him up.

Bu Zuo broke through a vine ball again and pushed forward for a certain distance.

However, at this moment, he found that there were suddenly fewer vines attacking him around him.

what happened?

These vines knew his purpose and could not let him go.

unless…

There were more important things, and they had to give up on his side.

Bu Zuo shot out a green light, which floated in the air and slowly pointed in one direction.

He immediately went in that direction.

Although there are fewer vines attacking him, there are still many blocking him.

When he got to the place where the dark elements were most concentrated, he heard a voice laughing, "You trash, you don't even have a body, yet you dare to yell at me, hahaha I'll swallow you today."

The sound was answered by a thunderstorm.

Purple light leaked from the gaps in the vines, fleeting.

Lightning magic?

Do not…

Why is there something wrong with the magic just now?

Bu Zuo speeded up and walked towards the direction of the movement, and when he passed through, he saw a slightly familiar figure.

"Snow fence?"

Bu Zuo subconsciously called out.

Shouldn't she be retreating with the others?

Why are you here!

Bu Zuo's back couldn't help but burst into cold sweat. If the dean knew she was in such a dangerous place, he might jump his feet!

Hua Wu was chased and beaten by vines, so she had no time to talk to Bu Zuo.

She stepped on the vines and jumped a few times, and the lightning in her hand formed a net and swung towards the vines.

The vines covered by the lightning net instantly withered and fell to the ground.

But they will soon grow new vines from the ground, grow rapidly, and once again attack that petite figure with claws and claws.

Bu Zuo glanced around, and soon saw a young man on a high place.

The young man was sitting on a vine, his pale and thin face, against the backdrop of the environment, looked like a ghost.

There was a weird smile on his face, and he didn't even take a second look at his appearance.

The young man waved his hand, and more vines rushed towards Huawu.

He laughed and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't do these fearless resistance now, maybe I could give you a good time."

The vines huffed and submerged the flower mist, forming a vine ball, and the surrounding vines wrapped the vine ball and pulled it into the air.

Bu Zuo heard a voice coming from the vine: "Life lies in struggle."