Chapter 2023: despair
boom!
An invisible collision slammed into each other, and the void exploded, a violent energy spurted outwards, and Di Ping's clothes were hunting.
Di Ping's face turned pale in an instant, and his mental strength bounced back, shaking his back, but his body was already entangled by the roots of the tree and could not fall down.
His ears were roaring like thunder, his mind was like a heavy hammer, painful, as if he was about to split, his body trembled slightly.
He was really panicked at this time, his last trump card mental power couldn't help but this ghost mist fantasy tree, its mental power was not weaker than himself, and it seemed to be stronger than himself, and he lost in the collision.
This is the first time he has encountered a creature with stronger mental power than himself, a ghost-mist fantasy tree, how could it have such a powerful spiritual power.
"No, it's entangled!"
The roots of the tree entangled quickly, and they were directly wrapped around his waist. At this time, a dozen branches were also drawn, and he hurriedly swung the knife to block a few knives, but he could not move below the waist. His combat power was directly destroyed. Ten strengths do not leave one.
The Dragon Swallowing Knife was actually entangled by the branches. He was about to draw the knife, and the other branches had already entangled his arms. Now he couldn't move even if he wanted to.
what! Di Ping suddenly let out a scream, and a thorn suddenly grew from the root of the tree, which actually pierced his body.
"You want to devour my flesh!"
Di Ping felt the blood flow away with the roots of the tree quickly. He was shocked at this time. At this speed, he could **** his own blood in a quarter of an hour.
This time it was fun!
Di Ping had no fear in his heart, all he had was annoyance. This last days was really not that simple. His strength seemed to be very strong, but he still had to be careful and careful. There were still too many powerful mutant beasts that could harm him in the last days.
At this time, he realized that he was designed by this ghost-mist fantasy tree. From the beginning, this ghost-mist fantasy tree has been showing weakness. It seems to be afraid of himself and hiding everywhere. Now it seems that he is just designing himself everywhere. Let him fight to death, and finally fell into its trap.
From the very beginning, this ghost mist tree was aimed at itself, but when it explored its soul space, it was repelled by the power of thunder and lightning incorporated into the soul body. This gave itself a false image, thinking it was not Own opponent.
If you use the strongest means to sacrifice a humanoid war puppet, you should be able to kill the ghost mist magic tree in one hit, but I gave it time to devour the flesh and blood to evolve quickly, so that the humanoid war puppet could not kill it in one hit. Die it.
"It seems that I can only ask Dephia for help!"
Di Ping murmured bitterly.
This was his last resort. He didn't want to ask Dephia for help. He thought he was not worthy of her, but he still had to ask her for help. This was the last thing he wanted to do.
But today he has done his best, and all the means he can use have been used, and he has reached the point of exhaustion.
Roar!
He just controlled to throw out a positioning stone, and suddenly a loud roar of the beast rang out, which was full of anger.
boom!
At this moment, a behemoth fell from the sky and smashed it on the ghost-mist fantasy tree. It suddenly opened its half-repaired cracks again, and even smashed countless hard branches. This smash was even stronger than Di Ping’s. The attack is still strong.
call!
A strong wave of air blasted around like a tornado. Di Ping, who was fascinated, couldn’t open his eyes. The broken branches and leaves hit his face. The hit was a bit painful. He had forgotten to block the strong wind with mental power. The debris is coming.
Bang bang bang!
A huge mutant beast covered with gold, exuding a throbbing aura like a wild fierce beast, slammed his chest with anger, and even shouted loudly, as if venting his anger.
The ghost fog magic tree was also smashed. When it found that the upper body that had just been repaired halfway broke again, it was immediately angry. Its branches flew like a group of demons, and the terrifying faces made a ghostly roar. .
