Chapter 633: Each Fights for Himself, the Teng King Is Born

Among the high mountains and ridges, ancient trees are scattered and cannot be seen from the sky.

In the midst of lush greenery, where could the rumored mountains of dead trees come from?

Five figures were walking leisurely in the mountains.

The leader was Dao Lan, the seven-star demon hunter. He seemed to be cutting through the fog with a sharp blade, walking unswervingly on the most direct route in the winding forest.

Diaosou is in the middle, holding his unique magic weapon, the sound-recording bell, on his fingertips.

On the left and right sides were Gou Xingshi and Huangfu Song, each with serious expressions.

But in the end, it was Luo Chen who was the lowest among the five.

Dao Lan leads the way, as a pioneer, which is guaranteed by his strong strength.

Luo Chen Duanhou, who is at the lowest level, is still a display of strength!

No one usually talks about the name of Qingyang Demon Lord, but everyone knows it by heart. This can be seen from the fearful look Huangfu Song looks at Luo Chen from time to time.

Luo Chen seemed unaware of Huangfu Song's gaze. While his consciousness spread out to look around, he was also recalling what Diaosou had said about the situation in Deadwood Ridge when he came.

This is a territory dominated by wood-type spiritual plants.

It seems that all kinds of strange flowers and plants are growing, but in fact all the spiritual plants are just companions of the withered blood vine.

In other words, when they took the first step on Deadwood Ridge, they were already discovered by the fifth-level withered blood vine.

There is absolutely no advantage in fighting in such an environment.

In particular, according to the information, in addition to a fifth-level withered blood vine in Deadwood Ridge, there are countless second-level to fourth-level low-level withered blood vines!

These withered blood vines, under the control of the Vine King, can also explode with amazing combat power.

But this is just an illusion!

"People in the world say that withered blood vines are things that live in groups, but this is actually quite wrong."

"Withered Blood Vine is a spiritual plant with a strong sense of territoriality. There are often no similar spiritual plants within a thousand miles."

"Those low-level withered blood vines are essentially the branches of the Vine King. They can be regarded as sub-vines."

"Normally, King Teng is in a state of deep sleep and absorbing spiritual energy. Even if he encounters an external intruder, he will only let Zi Teng with his own consciousness deal with it."

"What we have to do is to cut off the sub-vines as much as possible and weaken the strength of the Vine King itself."

"As for the combat effectiveness of this Zivine, you don't have to worry. Even the fourth-level withered blood vine is at most equivalent to someone who has just entered the Golden Core. It might be troublesome for other Golden Core cultivators, but for us, It just takes some time.”

Recalling Diaosou's words in his mind, Luo Chen did not take it completely lightly.

Although the monsters derived from wood and stone spiritual plants have average combat power, for example, the Yinchensha, a dignified third-level Dzogchen, can only burst into combat at the level of an early Golden Core monk.

However, the quantity is too large!

If there are too many ants, they can kill an elephant.

If it was really that easy, Diaosou wouldn't have assembled a lineup of five golden elixirs with late-stage combat capabilities for this mission.

Obviously, Deadwood Ridge, a mountain range that hides countless dried blood vines, is definitely not that easy.

Just as Luo Chen was thinking about it, his steps suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

The Gou Xing user in front asked.

At the same time, the sound bell in Diaosou's hand also made a crisp sound.

Diaosou looked at Luo Chen. The two looked at each other and nodded.

"coming!"

But it's not from the front, but from behind.

In the dark forest, white vines like spiritual snakes and pythons swam from all directions, and the rustling sounds gradually converged into the mighty sound of the river.

Diaosou remained calm in the face of danger, and an old voice came from his mouth.

"Keep moving forward!"

"It doesn't want us to leave, so let's go find it."

At the front, Dao Lan said nothing, but a huge broad knife fell into his hand.

I saw him slashing with his sword, and a sword light dozens of feet long burst out in an instant.

Wherever the sword light passed, the trees were broken and the ground was cracked. The low-level withered blood vines that had not formed an encirclement force were immediately cut off under the sword.

Seeing this sword, Luo Chen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

A mediocre sword was almost as powerful as the Burning Sun Technique he used, but there was no time required to cast the spell.

"Is this the Seven-Star Demon Hunter Dao Lan, who is famous for his combat prowess and has numerous casual cultivators from the Ten Thousand Immortals Association?"

Luo Chen muttered in his heart, but his hand movements were not slow.

His sleeves were wildly waved, and countless fist-sized fireballs flew out of his sleeves and hit the withered blood vines swimming in all directions.

First level spell - Fireball.

Why use a knife to kill a chicken?

What appears at this time is just a low-level subvine, so there is no need to waste mana.

As for such a fireball technique, Luo Chen could release it almost unlimitedly, and there was no casting time at all.

As Dao Lan and Luo Chen attacked one after another, the five people's footsteps did not stop at all, and they rushed towards the depths of Deadwood Ridge at a fast pace.

And in the mountains, countless white vines were emerging from the ground and gathering towards them.

If viewed from a high altitude, this scene would be like a monstrous flood hitting a few ants.

…

boom!

A majestic sword energy slashed out, and the surging sword light swept out like a tide.

When the sword light spread to several miles away and gradually stopped, Huangfu Song revealed his figure with a proud look on his face, and his eyes fell on a struggling white vine at his feet.

It's as thick as a bucket and has lines like tree rings.

"The fourth-order withered blood vine has appeared!"

The proud look gradually faded, and he looked slightly more solemn.

He looked back and his pupils suddenly shrank.

In the sight, Qingyangzi, who was dressed in a red cloud Taoist robe, was transforming into a giant magical claw, tightly grasping a fourth-level withered blood vine.

The vine was like a python, struggling in his hands, but couldn't get away.

At this moment, Luo Chen turned around and his eyes fell on him.

Nodding slightly, Luo Chen cut off the withered blood vine in his hand and put it into a storage ring.

After all, it is a fourth-level spiritual plant. Even if it is just a branch of the succulent vine, it is still worth a lot of money.

In the middle of the team, Diaosou was the only one who had not yet participated in the battle.

He stared at the bell that kept ringing in his hand, and the joy on his face became more and more intense.

"We are heading in the right direction!"

"The appearance of the fourth-order Zi Teng means that we are getting closer to the Teng King's lair."

"Everyone, get ready for a real battle!"

Huangfu Song's heart trembled.

The initial battle with the fourth-level withered blood vine just now made him start to use magic weapons.

The intensity of the next battle is bound to increase to a higher level, so he has to brace himself.

"If I didn't have to rely on the great backer of the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, I wouldn't want to do such meaningless things."

"However, there are several other seven-star demon hunters in the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, all of whom are in the late stages of the Golden Core. Why did Diaosou recruit me, a five-star demon hunter?"

This was the doubt in his mind since he set off.

It was also one of the reasons why he didn't want to have more contact with a few people.

He always felt that something was wrong with the way Diaosou looked at him.

…

Deep in Deadwood Ridge.

A valley stands like a low crater.

Five rays of escaping light, whizzing like meteors, shot towards him.

As soon as they landed, the expressions of the five people changed.

Outside the valley, huge white vines as thick as buckets stood upright, staring at them eagerly.

Diaosou opened his sword more and more and came to the front.

"The number is quite large, hundreds of them. Gentlemen, this is going to be a tough battle!"

Hundreds of fourth-level withered blood vines meant hundreds of enemies in the early stages of the golden elixir.

Even if they lack attack methods, they only have instinctive attacks such as entangling and stabbing, but they cannot withstand the huge number.

For a moment, the other four people's hearts sank a little.

A hard fight, a hard fight indeed.

But with the capabilities of five people, this battle would not be difficult if we used guerrilla tactics to defeat them one by one.

But it was obvious that Diaosou had the idea of ​​storming the valley and entering King Teng's lair.

Diaosou suddenly turned around, "You won't be afraid to fight and run away, right?"

The smelly mountain wind blew through the rugged rocks and hit the faces of the four people.

The broad knife in Dao Lan's hand pointed at the ground and made a hoarse voice, "It's just vegetation and monsters, just kill them!"

Huangfusong said loudly: "Diaosou, you promised me that as long as you complete this mission, you will negotiate with the Tianqu Chen family in the name of the Ten Thousand Immortals Association!"

The Gou Xing user glanced around and shook his head: "Unfortunately, these withered blood vine demon-free elixirs cannot be used to make starlight."

Luo Chen said nothing, but he already held a giant hammer in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Diaosou nodded with satisfaction. He waved a long black-gold pole in his hand and stood in front of him, with its withered silk threads fluttering in the wind.

"The fighting spirit is still good, then... let's fight on our own!"

With an order, the war suddenly begins!

As if sensing something, those fourth-order withered blood vines that were ready to attack shot out like arrows and shot through the air.

The five figures flew in different directions without thinking.

Immediately, hundreds of withered blood vines divided into five teams and pursued them separately.

The ones chasing Diaosou are the most numerous!

The number of people chasing Luo Chen is the smallest!

Seeing this scene, Luo Chen raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

However, when he saw Diaosou's back running straight into the valley, he felt a little confused.

"Does he dare to stroke the beard of the Vine King Tiger alone?"

But in front of the army of withered blood vines that were chasing after them, it was too late to think about this doubt.

Wow!

A pair of wings spread out from behind Luo Chen.

He held a giant hammer and soared into the sky.

Below, white vines as thick as buckets were chasing after them with their claws and teeth.

While in the air, Luo Chen exploded at an extremely fast speed, turning around as he wished, turning into a red meteor, rushing left and right.

Those slow-moving withered blood vines couldn't catch up with him at all.

The giant hammer in Luo Chen's hand, under his control, was like forging iron, constantly swinging out violent strikes.

The Great Perfection Fire Hammer Technique was used by him in battle for the first time.

The effect... was not very good.

Those who were hit may feel sluggish, but after falling to the ground, they pause for a moment and come back again.

Luo Chen frowned and scanned the remaining battle groups with his consciousness.

Diaosou used the strategy of fighting independently as the tone of this battle, which he could understand.

After all, the five of them are not close companions, and their respective fighting styles will inevitably lead to conflicts.

If during a battle, each person's methods affect others, that would be unsightly.

Only by keeping distance and fighting separately can everyone's strength be brought out as much as possible.

At this moment, under his observation, everyone's fighting style suddenly came into view.

Dao Lan is still opening and closing widely, and every time the long knife in his hand is slashed, it will stimulate the vigorous sword energy.

He stood motionless as a mountain, but the withered blood vines surrounding him could not get even three feet in front of him.

Rather domineering!

Gou Xingshi looked calm and walked on the rugged mountain road with strange steps, as if he were walking on flat ground.

Whenever a fourth-level withered blood vine attacks, he will shoot out a series of star rays of different colors.

That is the secret star art of the Tianyaoxing Sect that has been praised by countless people.

But in Luo Chen's eyes, he found that it was clearly the inner pills of the third-level demon kings!

Comparing the inner pills of the demon kings to stars, and performing the star art?

As expected of a former strong man of the upper sect, he has a deep foundation and is still leisurely and calm after the fierce battle.

As for Huangfu Song, it was a little bit unbearable.

At first, he tried to cut the vine with a long sword, but the fourth-level withered blood vine was extremely tough, and his sword energy was not as good as Daolan's sword energy, so he couldn't cut it with one strike.

When the plan failed, he wanted to imitate Luo Chen and keep a distance first.

But at this time, the encirclement of the withered blood vines was complete.

In desperation, he burst out with heavy purple light, covering the area within a radius of several miles.

Being in the purple light, his sword energy seemed to be blessed, becoming more and more comfortable.

Luo Chen was very familiar with that purple light.

When Luo Chen used the magic of mirror flowers and water moons to psychedelic the opponent on Penghu, it had erupted once.

Luo Chen guessed that this might be the trump card that the opponent relied on most.

After hastily scanning the battle scene of everyone, Luo Chen suddenly understood.

"Hammer bombing is not suitable for dealing with these fourth-level withered blood vines. We have to change methods."

"Beheading and stabbing are more suitable."

"It's a pity that the Xuanhuo sword I am good at has been destroyed."

"However, other means are also possible."

With a thought, the Flowing Fire Hammer was put into his pocket.

Without the suppression of the Flowing Fire Hammer, the white vines chasing below became more rampant.

Luo Chen turned a blind eye and just opened his mouth and spit!

A wisp of pale smoke gushed out of his mouth.

Looking at this wisp of smoke, Luo Chen's eyes were slightly regretful.

After the battle on Lengguang Island, only this ball of his Fiery Miasma, which was cultivated by the withered and prosperous evil spirit, remained.

I wanted to use this as a foundation to slowly restore the complete Fiery Miasma.

But I didn't expect that I had been busy casting weapons these years and had no time to replenish it.

"But this technique is not very helpful for my current battle. Let's leave the last remaining power in this withered wood ridge!"

Muttering, Luo Chen's magic power surged out.

Along with the magic power, there were also wisps of green flames.

Withered and prosperous true fire!

The withered and prosperous evil spirit was originally the evil spirit generated by the land where the withered and prosperous fire burned for many years.

At this moment, it was blessed by the source, plus Luo Chen's mana amplification.

Suddenly, the smoke turned into endless fireworks.

Luo Chen pressed down with one palm, surging down.

In an instant, the white vines and the pale fireworks came into contact with each other.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

The smell of burnt was everywhere.

Seeing that the fourth-level withered blood vines were still struggling frantically in the fiery miasma, Luo Chen gritted his teeth and increased his mana output.

"Burn it for me!"

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The burning sound became louder and louder, and in the sky, more than a dozen huge vines were all filled with green flames, like green dragons.

The highly corrosive withered evil spirit continued to invade their bodies, destroying the internal roots of the withered blood vines.

This process lasted for a full cup of tea.

Until Luo Chen felt that he was running out of strength, those "green dragons" fell to the ground weakly.

Bang!

Luo Chen landed on his feet and looked at the fourth-level withered blood vines that were still struggling on the ground, and frowned.

"Although it is said to have the combat power of a golden elixir, its means are limited after all. After being found to be targeted, it is vulnerable."

"However, this vitality is really too tenacious!"

Taking a deep breath, the mana in the body circulated as expected again.

Luo Chen frequently pinched the spiritual formula with both hands, and then put his fingers together like a sword.

Sword Qi slashed out from his hands.

Kusanagi Gengjin Sword Qi!

This technique is not high-grade, only second-grade, and it is not even a combat spell. It is just a spiritual plant technique used by spiritual plant husbands to harvest mature spiritual plants.

But this technique has a good power against wood-attributed spirits.

In the burst of sword Qi, the white vines that were still struggling on the ground were cut off immediately.

As the vines broke, their vigorous vitality disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Luo Chen subconsciously looked towards the valley.

"The vitality of these sub-vines should come from the mother body?"

Just as he looked up, he saw an old figure, stepping on countless fourth-grade dead blood vine corpses that were strangled to pieces by silk threads, and climbed to the top of the cliff in the valley.

The man turned around and looked down at the earth.

In his sight, the red-robed man stood empty-handed, and there was no enemy beside him.

The big man dragged his long sword backwards and retreated, but he did not see the white vine chasing him.

The Hook Star Envoy in a dazzling star robe waved at the void, and a stream of starlight surged towards him.

In the only place where the battle had not ended, a square seal blasted out with a roar, crushing the fourth-level withered blood vines that filled the ground into powder.

The old man looked at the purple seal with satisfaction on his face.

"The wings have been removed, so it's time for you to come out!"

As if sensing something, the earth shook in response.

In the valley, a surging spiritual light column soared into the sky.

The five golden elixir cultivators looked up, their eyes trembling.

In the spiritual light column, a long white vine seemed like a giant dragon, spanning between heaven and earth.