Chapter 362 (2/2)

In the demon world, the ghost owl and the tree clan have been fighting for many years, but they have been defeated. The tree clan is strong in body and has unparalleled defense. In order to deal with tree people, some demon experts domesticated a kind of ”bark Wood Green poison ant”, which specialized in breaking the body of tree clan.

The white powder that heiling'er took out was nothing else, but the eggs of the green ant.

The living conditions of the termite are extremely harsh. In other places, even if it hatches, it will die very quickly. Only when the eggs fall into the tree family and are infected by the blood and blood of the tree people, they will hatch quickly. Then they will eat the blood and flesh of tree people, and constantly secrete toxins, which will lead to withered tree people and die. Unless a special antidote is used, the insect is extremely difficult to remove.

Sure enough, the white powder fell into the slit on the branch, but after a few minutes, this end began to become yellow and withered to the naked eye. Heiling Er broke free and did not go to see the opponent behind the throne, but laughed twice and flew away in the direction of Wu Yu.

When tree people are poisoned by green ants, death is light, but life is worse than death. So he didn't bother to see how the other side was. What's more, the king of the night behind him is still urging him to look for Wu Yu.

Wu Yu, the elite disciple of the five element School of shuide, had never seen him before. But the night king had already sent his appearance, breath and divinity together, which made him very impressed. Now, with a sweep of his divine sense, he easily discovers the existence of the other party.

But what's worse, he has been entangled by the tree demon for a long time. The mutation has already been born, and it will be late!

Although Gou Zhu has killed several times in the bloodstain stele, he has never applied the experience of fighting against the same opponent directly. Wu Yu hit the tip of the gun.

The process of fighting with real people is not exactly the same as the process of leaving blood on the stele. Bloodstain stele is always used at the beginning, which it thinks is enough to kill the opponent, without any feint trial process.

This is because Liushen stele is very familiar with gou Zhu's strength and moves. There is no secret at all, so there is no need for any trial.

But these temptations are not threatening. After Gou Zhu escaped easily, Wu Yu began to use the killing moves in the heavy water world.

At this time, Gou Zhu was surprised to find that from the other side's use of killing moves, everything was just like the script written in the tablet, and there was no difference at all!

There is no divination ability in the stele. However, the stele will automatically calculate the most favorable combat mode according to the strength of the absorbed figure and the length of the magic weapon.

Wu Yu had practiced the heavy water drop for thousands of times, and knew it like the palm of his hand. His tactics were exactly the same as the best solution calculated by the stele.

It's just that all the fighting moves in the world, once the opponent has already predicted, no matter how strong the moves are, they will only trap themselves.

Seeing Wu Yu follow the script obediently, Gou Zhu secretly smiles. He also releases the underworld orchid in the water according to the tactics in the stele. All of a sudden, Wu Yu has to frown.

Finally, just like the process in the monument, the water world disintegrated, and Wu Yu was wrapped around his neck by the 19th golden silk. With a gentle pull, a circle of extremely thin blood stains appeared on his neck.

”How can I -- am I dead?” Wu Yu felt a sharp sense of stimulation sweeping through his neck smoothly. This made his eyes stagnate, and he had a very frightening thought in his heart: was he caught in the trap and was thus decapitated?

His neck had shifted, and blood flowed down the circle like a waterfall. Although he wanted to say something, he could only open his mouth slightly and could not say anything.

He had lost contact with the flesh under his neck, and his whole body felt like an itch like countless ants crawling over him, but it was just an illusion.

How could it be? I am the one who will accept the inheritance of the night king. I am the successor selected by the ancient great power. How can I die?

I don't accept it! I don't accept it!

At this time, a skull with black flame still in his eyes was thrown by a man. He drew an arc in the air and was hitting his head.

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