After the myth

Chapter 683: Fighting the Tree Ancestor Alone
Ding Huan immediately called for reinforcements, and at the same time, he swung out his long sword and chopped at the roots of the tree.

However, his sword attack was just a feint. After he had swung the sword, he followed it up with a punch towards the bluestone.

Boom! A huge force surged.

The long sword in Ding Huan's hand was forcibly separated from his Taoist thoughts.

A terrifying aura came from the void, and at this moment Ding Huan could not even sense the specific direction of the threat.

What a strong guy.

How could this be called not recovering? The strength displayed by the Tree Ancestor now definitely surpassed that of the God King, and he was a God-like strongman.

Although Ding Huan knew very well that the best option for him now was to retreat quickly, he had experienced countless life and death experiences after all.

At this moment, Ding Huan understood better than anyone that if he retreated, he would definitely die here today.

Not only will he die here, but Pu Zhijian and Mo Changcan, who he called for support, will also die here.

Even if it costs half my life, I must break the formation.

So Ding Huan not only did not retreat, but instead sped up.

boom!
As Ding Huan increased his speed, his punch hit the bluestone solidly.

The bluestone broke into pieces.

puff!
A tree root went straight through Ding Huan's chest, and then dozens of tree roots and vines swept over madly, binding Ding Huan tightly.

Ding Huan's originally stagnant mind relaxed instantly, and then this space became the same as the outside, without that sticky feeling or obstruction anymore.

Sure enough, the blue stone was the core of the formation.

Now that the formation had been broken by Ding Huan, he was not at all happy.

The first time he fought with someone, he was subdued after just one move.

The tree root that pierced through his chest was desperately absorbing his blood and essence.

Not only that, the tree roots and vines that bound his body were also constantly shrinking, as if they were going to cut him into pieces.

Fortunately, his body was very strong and his defense was not ordinary. The vines that bound his body had many thorns extending around them.

These thorns also wanted to absorb his essence and blood, but were blocked by him.

What made Ding Huan breathe a sigh of relief was that the tree roots were filled with a subtle Dao rhythm, and were circulating the Dao rhythm desperately.

Obviously, the tree roots are in a bad condition too.

His genetic killing law and poison law took effect.

The tree roots could only restrain him at this time and had no ability to attack him at all.

We must not give the tree roots any chance to take action.

Ding Huan madly deployed the Tarsal Bone Devouring Poison and the Sinking Poison. At the same time, he also unscrupulously deployed the Killing Law specifically targeting the genes of the God Clan monks.

One after another, the poisonous laws were rolled out by the tree roots, and even the genetic killing laws were constantly stripped away by the tree roots.

When Ding Huan signed up for Wu Danzi, the tree root completely believed in Ding Huan. After all, Ding Huan's aura of Taoism made him a cultivator from the Divine Clan.

So in order to restore its strength as quickly as possible, the tree roots had no restraint in running the Tao and absorbing the divine energy.

This has caused the tree roots to be extremely poisoned and severely damaged by the law of genetic destruction.

The situation was deadlocked for a moment.

Ding Huan's yellow flowers were blasted out one after another.

Finally, when Huanghua Sha blasted out for the eleventh time, he stopped the tree roots from absorbing the essence and blood in his body.

Shugen was unable to free his hands now, but he admired Ding Huan's powerful spiritual power.

That kind of yellow flower killing magic, let alone using it eleven times in a row.

In Ding Huan's situation, being able to use it three times was considered a sign of his powerful spiritual power.

This further strengthened Shugen's determination to kill Ding Huan.

Once such a strong man grows up, what use will there be for him, the ancestor of the tree?
Ding Huan's body was wrapped in the Taixu flame. What shocked Ding Huan was that the Taixu flame burned the tree roots very slowly.

This is definitely not an ordinary tree root.

Judging from the situation, it would take at least half an hour for the Taixu flame to burn all the tree roots that bound his body.

In half an hour, I'm afraid the tree roots will attack him again.

What puzzled him was why Pu Zhijian and Mo Changcan had not arrived yet.

The great formation in this space was broken by him. These two guys are not blocked by anything now, so they should come quickly.

Ding Huan spread the poison and the genetic laws very quickly, and the old tree roots stripped away the poison laws and the genetic killing laws just as quickly.

It seemed that the constraints of the poison law on the tree roots were getting smaller and smaller, and the genetic killing law was also excluded by the tree roots.

Ding Huan was extremely anxious.

This cannot go on.

If he continues like this, he will soon become nutrients for the tree roots.

The sea of ​​consciousness opened, and as Ding Huan's mind rolled, a giant drum appeared in the void.

It is very dangerous to open the sea of ​​consciousness, but Ding Huan believes that the old tree root has no chance to attack his sea of ​​consciousness now.

As soon as the giant drum appeared, it became thousands of feet high. Ding Huan's spiritual thoughts turned into a drumstick and hit the giant drum.

Boom!
The first drum sound was like tearing silk.

Waves of murderous aura exploded with the giant drum as the center.

The space that was originally full of people fighting for life was suddenly filled with killing, as if hundreds of millions of soldiers were sweeping over, and this space instantly became a vast battlefield.

Boom boom boom!
There were three more drum beats in succession.

The murderous aura in the air gathered in the gaps, and then turned into a long river of killing that slammed into the tree roots that were madly stripping away the poison laws and genetic laws.

dong dong dong dong!

The drumbeats became more and more frequent.

As the drum beats continued, the murderous aura in the long river of killing that the drum beats brought about continued to rise...

The killing aura on both sides of the Slaughter River rushed into the river crazily, making the Slaughter River continue to intensify. Flags fluttered on both sides of the river, and the drums of war shook the mountains and threatened to topple over!
Beneath the suffocating drumbeats, despair is spreading.

The speed at which the tree roots stripped away the poison laws finally slowed down, and the aura of the gods' genetic killing laws once again enveloped the tree roots.

"Crack!" Ding Huan finally tore apart the first tree root vine that bound his body.

Ding Huan was delighted. As long as he could break free from the first one, the rest would be easy.

Even Ding Huan didn't expect that this tree root was even more cruel than him.

He had just broken free from the first vine that bound him when dozens more vines swept over, this time binding him even more tightly.

Because the tree roots were distracted to deal with him, the laws of poison and genetic killing once again penetrated into his great Dao rhythm.

Ding Huan was well aware of the horror of Shen Dao's poison.

If this poison of the Dao penetrates into the Great Dao, it will be almost impossible to get rid of it.

Although the tree roots had been corroded by the poison of the Shen Dao before, they had not yet merged with its great Dao.

Under the attack of the dusk drum, the tree roots couldn't even maintain the balance between the law of stripping poison and the law of genetic killing.

Now he dares to take the risk of attacking me, he is simply courting his own death.

Sure enough, the next moment, the long river of killing brought by the dusk drum was like a sharp blade, almost breaking the tree roots in half.

The poison of the Shen Dao was also completely integrated into the Dao rhythm of the tree roots.

Fight with all your strength, you are not afraid of this thing.

The universe in Ding Huan's sea of ​​consciousness was spinning wildly, galaxies were flowing under the starry sky, and his divine thoughts turned into billions of drumsticks that were pounding down.

dong dong dong dong!
The endless drum sounds completely filled the space.

The river of killing also became violent. Tree roots and vines were cut off one by one, and even the middle-grade divine vein with dark attributes was torn into pieces.

This is still not enough. As his spiritual thoughts rolled, Ding Huan blasted out dozens of heavenly thunders.

Boom boom boom!
The tree roots, which had already been cut by the killing sound of the dusk drum, looked even more withered under these arcs of lightning.

Ding Huan could clearly sense that the poison of Shen Dao had been completely integrated into the other party's Dao.

Old tree root, you are finished.

Ding Huan felt very relieved.

"Ding Huan, we are here..."

Mo Changcan's voice finally came from a distance.

Ding Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

These two guys came over just when he was gradually gaining the upper hand, what a coincidence.

Probably because the tree root felt that it was getting more and more dangerous, the Dao rhythm surrounding it suddenly became more violent.

A terrifying aura of Tao permeated the space.

Ding Huan thought to himself, this old bastard is not going to self-destruct, is he?
Ding Huan just thought of this.

"boom!"

A sound of explosion that seemed to shatter space filled the entire space. The giant drum suspended in the void was also blown away by the horrific explosion, then quickly shrank and fell to the ground.

Ding Huan's internal organs seemed to be torn apart, and the breath of death enveloped him.

He was blown away just like the dusk drum.

Life was madly stripped away at this moment.

"Puff!" A stream of blood was spurted out by Ding Huan.

Bang! Ding Huan's entire body hit a huge pillar and then fell down.

Ding Huan breathed a sigh of relief and continued to absorb the vitality from the Mirror of Life and Death to heal his wounds.

Fortunately, he is a body-cultivating cultivator, and his body is extremely strong.

Otherwise, all his bones would turn into nothingness.

Mo Changcan and Pu Zhijian, who had just rushed over from a distance, were blown away again by this violent self-explosion. Fortunately, they were still far away, otherwise they would have been much more seriously injured than Ding Huan.

Ding Huan practiced the Nirvana Technique and finally managed to stand up after a while.

The clothes on his body had long been turned into nothingness by the terrible explosion. He could only change his clothes and sit there to heal his wounds.

Pu Zhijian and Mo Changcan also healed their wounds for a long time before they came over again.

"Ding Huan, are you okay?" Mo Changcan asked carefully.

Ding Huan spat out another mouthful of dirty blood: "I'm not going to die yet."

"That's good, where's the Tree Ancestor?"

Mo Changcan also knew that as long as Ding Huan didn't die, everything would be fine.

When it comes to healing, Ding Huan is much better than him.

Pu Zhijian's gaze shifted from Ding Huan to the explosion site in the distance. After a while, he said blankly, "Fellow Daoist Ding, could it be that the Tree Ancestor exploded on its own?"

Ding Huan also recovered a lot. He stood up and sighed: "You are right, he blew himself up."

"This old tree root is lucky. This bastard actually set up a trap to trap the two of us outside. Otherwise, we would have come here long ago."

Mo Changcan cursed angrily.

Ding Huan sighed, "You may be disappointed. The tree root is not dead. It escaped."

He was sure that the tree roots had escaped. This place was connected to the void. He was probably thinking of the escape route that the tree roots were looking for themselves, as the void was the way out they were looking for. They had already thought of the escape direction.

However, even if the tree roots escaped, they probably wouldn't cause much trouble.

The main body was killed by him, which was fatal to the Tree Ancestor.

What's more deadly is that he had implanted the tree roots with the tarsal bone-devouring poison and the sinking poison, as well as the law of gene destruction.

No matter how strong the roots of a tree are, it will take a million years for it to grow out.

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