The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 2287: Tree

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"This place is weird."

Wang Meng frowned and looked at the area in front of him. There was a black mist everywhere, so that he could not see where he was.

Before coming here, Zi Yan didn't tell him the specific situation inside, and the main Zi Yan had never come in either.

Now all of this can only be explored by Wang Meng himself.

Wang Meng shielded his body, and the original natural tree was also tightly clasped in the palm of his right hand.

Naturally, the flying sword opens the way ahead.

This is the retreat of the demons. No one knows what's in it. Maybe it will be in great danger.

Wang Meng dare not take it lightly.

"Old Demon God, are you inside?" Wang Meng asked after walking for a while.

In Nuo Da's retreat, there is only Wang Meng's echo, but there is no voice of the old demon god.

"Is the old demon **** really not here?" Wang Meng asked himself.

It is obviously not the time to understand everything, Wang Meng continued to walk and search.

"Huh?"

At this moment, a strange thing was discovered by Wang Meng.

That is a tree!

A black tree, covered with special magic patterns, is not very big, tightly only two meters, a small tree with the thickness of an adult man's arm.

While Wang Meng was staring at it, he felt that the movement of the spiritual energy in his body became slow, and an extremely uncomfortable emotion emerged.

"What tree is this?"

Wang Meng was curious in his heart, and walked over to watch carefully.

As a result, Wang Meng watched for a long time, but he didn't see anything.

As he was about to give up, the black tree in front of Wang Meng suddenly made a "buzzing" sound and was shaking violently.

Then Wang Meng saw it as if it was bleeding, with thick black blood flowing from the branches.

Wang Meng was curious, stretched his hand over, and touched the blood flowing from the black branch.

In an instant, the black viscous blood was like discovering a new world, continuously pouring into Wang Meng's body, through Wang Meng's skin, pervasively.

Wang Meng was shocked.

He can feel the bad intentions of this black sticky blood, which is definitely not a good thing.

"Oops!"

Wang Meng yelled, hurriedly running the aura in his body, trying to resist.

But at this time, Wang Meng realized that when his aura touched the black viscous blood, it was corroded. This black viscous blood possessed a terrifying corrosive power.

"It is invading my blood vessels and wants to merge with my blood."

"This is definitely not a good thing. It must be stopped as soon as possible."

Wang Meng frowned and felt uneasy. Seeing that his aura was not working, he had no choice but to use the power of nature.

Buzzing~

A steady stream of natural forces is pouring out of Wang Meng's body to stop the thick black blood.

At this time, Wang Meng realized that when his natural force touched the viscous black blood, it played a very important role, and it dissipated completely.

When Wang Meng saw this, he immediately ran the natural force in his body frantically, speeding up.

Huh...

After a long time, Wang Meng sighed deeply and finally solved the difficult thing.

"What the **** is this? How could it be so difficult?" Wang Meng asked, full of heart.

He continued to stare at the mysterious black tree in front of him.

Thinking about it, Wang Meng took out the original natural tree and touched the black tree with the original natural tree, letting its natural power instill into it.

After Wang Mengzhen did it, the black tree trembled violently.

It also has its own power and is fighting against the original natural tree. This is a collision between two different trees.

The two are anxious.

As the owner of the primitive natural tree, Wang Meng can clearly feel the current situation. When the primitive natural tree touches the black tree, it is obviously a bit difficult.

This shocked Wang Meng.

"What kind of tree is this after all?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what you are, the primitive natural tree is the root of nature, the top level among natural trees, there is no natural thing that can counter its power."

"Primitive natural tree, let me release all of your vibes." He gritted his teeth tightly and shook his head.

The primitive natural tree seemed to have also heard Wang Meng's instructions, and there were buzzing sounds, and at the same time it trembled, the light was bright.

The natural force of terror is exploding.

Boom...

There was a loud noise, and the weird black tree finally couldn't bear it. While trembling violently, it began to shrink.

Get smaller...

Get smaller...

It turned into a pool of thick black blood.

The original natural tree, this stopped.

"This thing is too weird, right?" Wang Meng stared at the pool of black blood on the ground and asked in shock.

It's a pity that no one here can give Wang Meng an answer.

Wang Meng was not discouraged either. He came here this time and at least knew one thing, that is, the demon clan’s retreat is not simple.

Old Demon God, it is very possible that something really happened.

With such thoughts in his mind, Wang Meng didn't dare to take it lightly. He deliberately stepped over the pool of thick black blood and walked toward the depths of the confinement.

In the following process, Wang Meng encountered several such black trees again.

As we approach the depths of the retreat, the more such black trees become.

"Will the old demon **** be in the depths of the retreat, right?"

Wang Meng thought to himself, shouting again.

The old demon still did not respond.

It's as if he isn't here.

Wang Meng continued to march towards the depths of the Demon Clan’s retreat. After walking for a long time, Wang Meng saw a shocking scene.

That is the deep end of the confinement area. There is a huge jade platform on which sits an old man with closed eyes and cross-legs meditating. His facial features are exotic and his body is strong, although he did not open his eyes. Wang Meng could still feel his majesty, at first glance it was the kind of long-standing high position.

Wang Meng also noticed the magic pattern on his forehead. It was a ninth-level magic pattern, but it was deeply shining. Except for the little demon boy’s natural tenth-level magic pattern, this was Wang Meng’s experience of a demon in the demon clan. The strongest pattern.

And this kind of magic pattern is obviously a result of innate and acquired warmth, which is able to have this degree of shock.

It's just that it still can't match the natural tenth-level magic pattern of the little magic boy.

From this, Wang Meng can also judge how terrifying the Demon Race’s tenth-level magic pattern is.

"This guy should be the old demon god, right?"

"Next to him... are all those weird black trees."

Wang Meng exclaimed and looked around the old demon god's jade seat. There were those black trees everywhere, blocking the surrounding water from the old demon god.

It looks like an ocean of trees.

"What are these black trees? And the old demon god, he looks like he is asleep, are these black trees made it?"

"It seems that this retreat is the right place, the old devil, it is really dangerous."