"Shitshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshes!" The three green dragon blood blades suddenly attacked with a weird angle. The left and right suddenly crossed Mu Ya's legs. The guy roared: "Get out."

It was a sudden moment, and the black gas protecting his body bounced off the blood blade, leaving him unharmed. However, the third blood blade in the middle twisted and swept quickly, rubbing Mu Ya's shoulder like lightning, and immediately cut off a large piece of blood and flesh and blood to bring about a red mist.

"Ahhhh--" A scream suddenly sounded, and at the same time, because of the lack of strength in the rear, Mu Ya's dispersed black gas collapsed completely.

The six ghost king beads fell from the front, back and left and right, and the "bang bang" sounded continuously. Both shoulders, heart, lower abdomen, and under the left and right ribs hit Mu Ya at the same time, causing his flesh and blood to burst into pieces, his bones and tendons to break, and his large black air was sucked and pulled away by the ghost king bead.

"Last attack!" The next moment, Guan Heng's voice sounded, and the seventh ghost king bead of the Infant White Ghost rushed out, hitting the opponent's forehead with a bang, breaking Mu Ya's skull.

"Pu." The headless corpse fell to the spot in dejection, Guan Heng said with a slight jaw: "It's not bad. This time the seven ghosts cooperated properly. Although there were a little flaws, you have made great progress when you can work together to kill a black-air overlord in the heyday without taking action."

"Of course, there are also seven ghost king beads here, and this thing is indeed the most important treasure to attack the enemy."

Just when Guan Heng thought of this, Tang Ji and the ghost-swalking tiger in the distance ran over like a snake bird. When they saw the corpses on the ground, they were shocked. Tang Ji asked timidly: "Hehe, Elder Guan, what's going on with these guys?"

"Oh, they are all guys who have broken into the Guest Mountain with bad intentions. The previous group of people died with Kuan'er Roar Salamander." Guan Heng said leisurely at this time: "As for the person who came later, he was an unknown black-air domineering man, and the Seven Ghosts I envoyed were destroyed directly."

"Ah?!" Tang Ji and the young men came hurriedly, and then they noticed that there were a few ghosts with half-black aura around Guan Heng. When they heard that the black-air domineering person was dead, they were so scared that they almost fell to the ground.

"I heard before that Elder Guan is young and can control many ghosts more powerful than Elder Long You, and he is still skeptical. Now it seems that he is not exaggerating at all."

Seeing that the other party's forehead was covered with cold sweat, Guan Hengxin said, "You shouldn't treat me like a monster, right?" He said at this time: "Brothers, don't be stunned. Hurry up and help me bury this corpse. It's really annoying to see."

"Oh, yes." Tang Ji and his friends quickly took out their own tools and worked hard to dig the soil and dig the pits. After a while, they buried the corpse. Then, under their leadership, Guan Heng came to the top of the peak on the northern foot of Guishan Mountain.

After a while, Tang Ji and the others collected all the herbs they needed. Seeing this, Guan Heng said, "It's over? I see that the road along the Guishan Mountain is not peaceful. Let the ghost tiger and the mountain croaker escort you back to the village. I'm going to the ancient spiritual tree now, so I won't accompany you."

"Then thank you for your kindness." To be honest, the experience along the way was indeed a bit sensational. These young men of the witch clan wanted to go back early, so they hurriedly said goodbye and left.

Guan Heng turned to a higher place. Ang stared at the towering tree standing alone on the top of the peak. He sighed at this moment: "Oh, it seems that it has died, but unfortunately it has lived in this world for so long."

I don’t know if Guan Heng’s sigh resonated with the other party. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and the branches of this huge ancient tree swayed with the wind, like a whine.

"Swish." Guan Heng pulled out the sheathed Jumang Sword and gently placed it on a rock in front of the tree roots. He said, "Jumang Sword, this is the ancient tree. Look at it... it has already cut off its vitality."

"Buzz buzz--" As soon as he finished speaking, the Jumang sword suddenly trembled and yelled, as if he did not agree with Guan Heng's statement. And at this moment, a warm feeling suddenly appeared in Guan Heng's arms, and his heart moved slightly: "Hey, is it the Wood Spirit Array Flag?!"

He reached out to take out the array flag, Guan Heng took a closer look, and these small flags were indeed scattering a faint wooden spirit aura. He thought to himself: "Can you... try it out now."

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish - Swoosh!" Guan Heng shook his hand and threw it. Six formation flags suddenly poked into the ground around the ancient spirit tree. In the blink of an eye, a large amount of wood spirit aura spread out and slowly lingered around the tree body, but these powers seemed not enough.

It was a while since then, the Jumang sword on the rock suddenly floated into the air, and it automatically left the sheath, and several pseudo-wood demon spirit tree species wrapped around the sword blade shone brightly.

With the sound of "swish swish swish swish", several green tree buds twisted into a stream, surrounding the tree body, constantly transporting the wood spirit aura.

"Okay, since you want this ancient tree to regain your vitality, I will let the Breath of the Houtu God come to help." As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Heng slapped the ground with a palm, and the golden ghost instantly induced the "Breath of the Earth Spirit".

Originally, the grass around this ancient tree had not grown in an area of ​​ten feet, and it had become a dead place, but under the nourishment of the breath of earth spirit, a turquoise color suddenly filled the surrounding area.

The dead ground changed in the blink of an eye. The buds and buds of grass arched out one after another and grew up in the wind. Affected by these vitality, the withered branches and bark of the ancient spiritual trees trembled slightly, as if there were signs of revival.

"Crack...b!" But at this moment, a harsh cracking sound rang out, and the bark and branches of the ancient tree fell one after another, which actually added a little more bleakness and silence than before.

"What's going on? Is this impossible?" Guan Heng's heart sank suddenly, and he murmured to himself: "With so much rich wood and earthy aura, this tree not only did not regain its vitality, but instead... something was wrong."

As soon as the last three words were spoken, Guan Heng saw the Jumang sword floating in the air suddenly rotate in the air, making a "swish swish swish swish" sound, and then the spiritual wood sword slashed down hard on the tree body.

"Bang!" It turned out that the attack did not fall on the tree, but bombarded the ground. Guan Heng took a closer look, because the slash of the Jumang Sword just now, the root part of the tree had completely appeared in front of him.

"This is?!" He was shocked at the sight. Guan Heng noticed that part of the roots of the ancient tree disappeared. That part happened to be directly under the entire ancient tree, which could be called the "core of the roots".

"I understand that the broken roots of this tree are not decayed." Guan Heng touched it with his hand and frowned and thought to himself: "The broken mouth is so neat, and there are traces of monster footprints around it. It seems that some guy stole it."

"Huh--Swish!" At this moment, the Jumang sword instantly returned to the sheath, and then fell back to the copper sword box behind Guan Heng.
Chapter completed!