Douluo's Wood Soul Escape Technique

The dark black field instantly enveloped an area of ​​nearly 50 meters, and an extremely evil and cold aura filled the entire battlefield.

What is terrifying is that the large areas of Bluesilver Grass are being corroded bit by bit, and the incomplete leaves are stained with a black evil aura.It seems to have the ability to corrode pollution.

The appearance of Sikong Zheng's body is surrounded by a layer of dark black brilliance, exuding a gleaming black light. This extremely evil attribute should have inherited the attributes of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.

It seems to be a protective barrier, but it is not completely similar. It is a hazy state between reality and illusion.

Sikong Zheng slowly squatted down and looked at the blue silver grass shining blue everywhere. He tentatively grabbed a blue silver grass. Suddenly, the life force of the blue silver grass was instantly swallowed by the black airflow.

Blackness spreads from the roots, and the blue-silver light gradually extinguishes, until it completely turns into a black grass, turning into black ash and dissipating.

"Hey, do you have the devouring talent of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger?"

Sikong Zheng thought in surprise as he watched the Blue Silver Grass being swallowed up by the Evil God's Domain and turned into black ash.

Does it feel like it overlaps with his ability in the sacred tree domain?In comparison, his sacred tree domain is more domineering and can feed himself back, which is very suitable for him.

"Whoo~"

Sikong Zheng breathed out lightly and stopped exploring the Evil God's Domain for the time being. After taking back the Evil God's Domain, he expanded the Divine Tree Domain again.

When the field changes, the mental magnetic field that Sikong Zheng can sense changes instantly, and the two mental magnetic fields are completely different.

If, in the realm of the evil god, the attitude of the plants towards him is disgust, then, in the realm of the divine tree, the attitude of the plants towards him is one of deep fear, and they want to run away from him crazily.

The plants were trembling, they were afraid, fearing that Sikong Zheng would eat them as sacrifices.

After devouring the blood crystal of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, Sikong Zheng could feel that the realm of the divine tree had become more powerful, but it had not reached the point of evolution.

Maybe it's not enough for the Divine Tree Domain to evolve, or maybe the Divine Tree Domain is innately strong enough and can no longer advance to the next level.

Sikong Zheng shook his head and stopped thinking. Instead, he looked at the special spiritual magnetic fields of various plants with great interest. Without exception, they all pointed towards the Star Forest.

Suddenly, Sikong Zheng slowly lowered his head and was surprised to find that only the Blue Silver Grass was different. They did not yearn for the center of the Star Forest, but invariably swayed gently in one direction.

If plants yearn for the center of the Star Forest, then he can understand it. After all, there is a lake of life deep in the center.

But Blue Silver Grass is so weak, why is it so different?

Sikong Zheng was in the realm of the sacred tree and was very puzzled when he saw the abnormality in the mental magnetic field of the Blue Silver Grass.

A sea of ​​blue light composed of blue silver grass was swinging left and right in a unified rhythm. Suddenly, Sikong Zheng laughed strangely.

"So that's it. If the prediction is correct, that place has special significance for Blue Silver Grass, Blue Silver King? Hahaha."

Sikong Zheng suddenly realized that that should be the place where the Blue Silver Emperor was born.

"The Blue Silver Emperor is gone, but the Blue Silver King is still there. Pull it out first. I want to see how Tang San awakens the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline."

Speaking of the Blue Silver King, Sikong Zheng couldn't help but think of the previous Blue Silver King, Ah Yin, hehehe, Tang San's mother.

There is also the 10-year-old Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone, which should be in Tang Hao's hands. I wonder if he will have a chance to get it.

Sikong Zheng looked into the distance, no longer hesitating, and like a shark smelling the smell of blood, he excitedly headed in the direction of the Blue Silver King.

"Oh, right."

Sikong Zheng's footsteps suddenly stopped, and suddenly there was a piercing thunder, and a purple-white thunder net formed in his right palm. He threw it backward with his backhand, and then left with satisfaction.

The huge corpse of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger was reduced to ashes in the dense thunder net.

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Stepping into this forest, Si Kong Zheng instantly noticed that the aura belonging to the spirit beasts suddenly increased, and the hostility radiated was only directed at Si Kong Zheng, making no secret of it, but not actively attacking Si Kong Zheng.

It seemed that these spirit beasts simply rejected him and did not welcome Sikong Zheng's arrival.

Sikong Zheng decisively ignored the warning and walked into the ancient forest as if there was no one else around.

Along the way, Sikong Zheng encountered many soul beasts blocking his path.

Millennium mandala snake, die.

Centenary lark deer, dead.

A hundred years of suppressing the sky, death.

…die…die…die…

The swaying bluesilver grass was like a blue ocean, swinging sharply, caressing the cold spirit beast corpse, seeming to be mourning and trembling.

Sikong Zheng's butcher knife did not stop, and followed the peaceful and far-reaching spiritual magnetic field, killing all the way, dyeing a large area of ​​​​Blue Silver Grass red, and the bright red blood watered the Blue Silver Grass, forming a shuddering sea of ​​blood.

Finally, we passed two towering ancient trees.

Sikong Zheng met the Blue Silver King. This Blue Silver King had 5000 years of cultivation.

It looks like a special plant composed of countless vines condensed together, the whole body is clear blue, and the skin is shining with a special crystal.

Around it, the blue silver grass grows exceptionally luxuriantly.

The blue spirit seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. It didn't understand how Si Kongzheng found this place. It sighed and looked at Si Kongzheng and said:

"Your Excellency, my Blue Silver Grass clan has nothing to do with the world. Why do you want to bully my clan like this? In my opinion, you don't need a soul ring at the moment!"

Sikong Zheng flicked the blood beads on his hand and nodded calmly:

"Yes, I just obtained my soul ring not long ago."

After hearing the answer and seeing Sikong Zheng's calm expression that didn't seem to be fake, even though Lan Yincao's temperament was naturally gentle, the Blue Silver King immediately went berserk and said angrily:

"You... you can't get out of here today no matter what."

After saying that, the Blue Silver King's deep soul power surged rapidly, and the slightly thick blue vines coiled around the ancient tree twisted like a spiritual snake, and dozens of vines sprang out from all directions to surround Sikong Zheng.

And around them, countless blue silver grasses shimmering with blue light were swaying neatly and rhythmically as if under command. It seemed that they were unanimously hostile to Sikong Zheng.

After all, even a soul beast like Blue Silver Grass, no matter how weak it is innately, will become extraordinary once it reaches a certain age.

"Hmph, this is my Blue Silver Grass territory after all. Even if I am not the noble king, I can still get certain support from the people of Blue Silver Grass."

"You humans will never understand the unity of our Blue Silver Grass clan."

The Blue Silver King was blessed by the soul power of many Blue Silver Grasses, and his confidence increased greatly.

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"Hey hey hey hey..."

Sikong Zheng carried the corpse of a thousand-year-old mandala in his left arm, and the corpse of a century-old lark deer in his right arm. He also dragged a huge spirit beast behind him. He was busy in the woods.

Sikong Zheng set up a scribbled cauldron, peeled and cramped the mandala, and cooked a large pot of snake soup, while the lark deer was grilling next to it, and the aroma was overflowing.

From time to time, Sikong Zheng grabbed one or two slightly thick blue vines and threw them into the fire, sparking a raging flame.

"Hua~~"

"Hey, on a cold night, you need this warm fire to warm you up, Bashi."

Sikong Zheng drank the snake soup, rubbed his little hands under the warm fire, and shook his head happily.

Sikong Zheng turned to look at the huge soul beast corpse behind him, shook his head and said with a bitter smile:

"The elephant is so big that it can't be stewed in one pot. It requires two grills."