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At this time, on the summit of a mountain peak that is not too far from the front of Leiyang, dozens of monks are screaming at each other.

From their clothes and the weapons in their hands, they can be judged that they are all monks from different factions of different sects. At this moment, they all all play their own battles, and each one exudes a complete refinement of the knot. The outbreak of conflict is definitely a fierce chaos.

According to common sense, the road to trials is extremely bloody. They should have been smashed in a long way, but at the moment they have not, and they have not had a fierce fight and conflict. It is entirely because of the peak of the peak at the moment. The existence of a strange flower.

The flower grows in the center of a large thorny thorn bush, but it is not connected to any thorn plant on the ground, just like being born in the void, sometimes illusory and sometimes solid, like a human soul.

The reason why the monks did not rush to pick up for two reasons, the first is to fear the lush thorns of the thorns, the second is to worry about the interests of other monks around the fishing.

Obviously, the thorns and thorns are quite difficult to deal with, exudes an extremely dangerous atmosphere. Whoever rushes first is likely to be a stepping stone for other monks around, so this mountain has such a quiet No, no one wants to be the first person to eat crabs.

But each person's temper and personality are different. These monks are also the same. Some of them are more urgent, while others are more stable. Therefore, it is obvious that this meaningless confrontation cannot last for a long time.

Sure enough, after a while, some people opened up. It may be a person with a relatively slim body. The character is also relatively straightforward, so the temper is more urgent. It is a middle-aged man with a strong body.

"His mother, you still can't do it, don't let Laozi have to go out!" He was a big voice, and he talked like a Hong Zhong.

However, his words were spoken for a long time, and dozens of monks surrounded by different positions on the edge of the thorns of the thorns, like the wood man, turned a deaf ear to his speech, blinking in their eyes, some meditation, and some brows. Picking up a wait-and-see color.

So after the sound rumbling and spreading, here again fell into the boring depression.

"Rely, I don't believe that you can still pull out a fart and embroider a flower. I still have something to do with you. I won't accompany you here to enjoy the flowers. The adults personally went in and picked them. After they finished, they took the **** and left. When you are, don't be embarrassed!" The middle-aged man, who was stunned, walked a few steps forward and approached the edge of the thorn bush.

His body is really tall, I am afraid that his height must be more than two meters, a horrible muscle and a thick, beard, make him look like a strong adult black bear.

That guy is really a brainless fool, and he doesn't care what other people are looking at. He said that he did it, and the whole person was repaired into an explosion. Suddenly his hands were on the ground, and the four legs were bent at the same time. There was an explosive force that broke out from his limbs, causing him to instantly turn a virtual volley and go straight to the illusory flower in the center.

However, at this moment, the thorn bushes underneath it immediately showed an amazing change. The thorn bushes, which seemed to be normal in the past, suddenly exude an indescribable evil.

This breath is like a demon and a demon. In an instant, the numerous thorny vines underneath have stretched out countless pairs of amazing tentacles, and then swept away to the middle-aged man who was speeding through the void.

Even though the sturdy middle-aged man is extremely fast, the naked eye looks like a phantom, but the tentacles that protrude from the thorns underneath are faster. He can't avoid those amazing tentacles, directly by that. The protruding tentacles wrap around the body in an instant, and then those tentacles slammed him into the thorn bushes below.

It was at this time that the thorns in the thorns underneath suddenly morphed into a sturdy mouth of thorns, and the mouth was filled with a black mist, with the tentacles going to the middle-aged man. At the moment of his knees, he swallowed him with a fierce bite.

All this is slow, but the reality is terrible and amazing. The middle-aged man who had previously grown into a black bear didn’t even have a scream, and he was drowned in the huge mouth. Different black mist.

Then everyone heard an amazing chewing sound, which was the cracking sound of broken bones. This moment was clearly introduced into the ears of the quiet mountain, and all the monks present suddenly felt a horrible sigh. The backbone is straight and cool.

Although these monks still did not hear the sound of a little bit of conversation, it is obvious that some of the monks were born with retreat. Even if they still have a firm stay here, they mostly embraced the attitude of waiting for the opportunity, and they did not want to be the first. Two middle-aged men.

Because the thorns and thorns are too horrible and too fascinating. Previously, one was not too weak. The real thing was a perfect one. I didn’t expect it to be like this. There is no left, who dares to be the pathfinder again.

"Oh, it’s an idiot. If this jingle demon forest is so good, who is willing to wait here, I have already taken the wooden soul flower and left!" At this time, the quiet mountain top sounded again. A voice.

He is talking about a very weak monk. His age is not too big. He is about 25 years old. He is a young man. He is more like a gentleman than he is. Scholar. At this moment, he stood with his hands on his back and looked at the thorny mouth that gradually disappeared in the thorns of the thorns. Not only did he have no sympathy, but he also showed a kind of ridicule.

His pupils are deep and his body is weak, but his body's momentum is Lingren. At first glance, he knows that it is not an ordinary knot, but the deliberate suppression of many years without breaking through Yuan Ying. The seed player of the refining.

"Jingde demon forest... Is this the legendary horror of the demon demon forest..."

"Yes, this is right. It is no wonder that the wood flower will grow in the center of this thorn bush. It seems that it was not born by nature, but was imprisoned by this forest..."

"It turns out that this is a horrible plant... hasn't it been extinct for a long time?"

"..."

As the young man of the weak scholar said the name of the thorn bush, the quiet mountain top suddenly talked about it. Although most of them talked to themselves, they gradually broke with this stalemate. Some monks who were close to each other actually began a simple exchange of words and phrases.

Under this exchange, some people directly quit the retreat. After repeated discretion, they chose to leave this strange mountaintop and no longer compete for the wooden soul that is tempting but not easy to get. flower.

(To be continued)

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