Buzz!!

Not far from Zheng Qing, the originally solid land suddenly collapsed, revealing a deep pit of about meter in diameter. There were still a few floating soil left on the left, with white heat emitting on it, as if the pit was melted out by some kind of high temperature. However, in the pit, there was no burning magma, only endless darkness, which made people feel cold in their hearts.

The male witch pulled the witch and took two steps back carefully.

"What is that?" The jade pendant on Jiang Yu's wrist shone slightly, and a halo appeared in the magic book in her hand. She looked at the deep pit and guessed in a low voice: "I heard that there is a monster called the Earth-Dragon Worm. Similar pits will appear on the ground before it appears."

Zheng Qing didn't know what the Earth-Dragon Worm is.

But he knew that the sudden appearance of the deep pit must be not a friendly "hello".

"No matter whether it is the earth-drilling demon insect or the tree demon grandma, if you dare to appear in front of me, you must be ready to eat the gun." The male witch made a crack, loaded the talisman gun in her hand, and pulled the trigger with her fingers steadily, trying to make her voice appear calm.

Then he felt the witch's hand holding his arm a little heavier, as if indicating that she was relieved, or that she felt at ease with his words.

"Moo!"

The low roar of the nose and earrings behind him interrupted the boy's reverie. He turned his head and glanced quickly. He saw the double-headed Minotao holding up its totem stick, putting it in the air, blocking a heavily smashed wooden stick.

The tail of the wooden stick is connected to an old dead tree not far away. The body and stick are filled with strange colors similar to those on the moss, squirming as lightly as flowing water.

This time, Zheng Qing finally noticed that those strange colors had spread to the entire dead forest.

The branches, trunks, strange rocks, gravel, and even the air and starlight are flowing everywhere. The dead trees and strange rocks that have been painted by those colors sweep away the deadness before and become active.

The "little stars" summoned by "The Little Star" are quietly hanging in the air. Through the gorgeous colors, their shapes are somewhat distorted and deformed, just like the sunflowers written by Van Gogh, but these sunflowers are generally blue-white.

A strange color passed through Minotao's totem stick and applied a layer of gorgeous color to the stick, but it did not affect the stick's pounding out a new magic halo on the ground.

If these colors were highly poisonous, then they had already died of poison. With this enlightenment, the witch stretched out her hand, opened her five fingers, and then slowly closed it.

The strange colors flowed quietly between his fingers, without the coldness of holding water, without the air being empty, and without the resistance to holding the mud. Zheng Qing felt like he was grabbing a newly born slime, and he could feel a little sticky and wet in his hand, and the intuition from the wizard warned him that these colors were dangerous.

"There is no way to be prepared." He shook his head and whispered: "This is the black prison. Under normal circumstances, darkness is the only color of this world... Ordinary prisoners entered this dead woods and were surrounded by these colors when they reacted."

Jiang Yu nodded and added: "And it is not like poisonous fog or miasma. We can immediately distinguish it by our senses... It seems to be just some colors with strange tones, but it is full of activity."

While the two young wizards were analyzing the predicament at a rapid speed, the double-headed Minotao waved the totem pole, flew around, and smashed the dead branches into pieces.

Even so, there are still countless activated branches in the woods, forming twisted and weird claws, catching the prey that fell into the net.

"careful!"

Zhu Si, who was hiding between Minotao's heads, suddenly shouted and pointed at Zheng Qing's feet: "What's on the ground!"

The witch lowered her head and saw slender white grasses that had grown two or three inches from the ground, like soft ropes, connected to each other, quietly climbing on Minotao's hooves, the men and women's witches' shoes, drilling into each gap they found, and then reaching deeper.

More grasses were tung together in groups of three or three, woven into a large white net, which bound the legs and feet of the prey.

Rust, rust!

It was not until I saw the figures of the white grass that the rustling sound came into Zheng Qing's ears. This sound was so unpleasant that it gave people a feeling of itching somewhere on their body but not knowing where to scratch it.

"Bang!"

On Jiang Yu's wrist, a jade bead fell and shattered in the air, turning into a blue flame, instantly burning across the earth within a radius of 100 meters.

In just a blink of an eye, the white grass turned into ashes in the green flame.

But the rustling sound was still endless.

Under the feet, it can be seen from the naked eye that between the gravel and the ashes, the white grass rose a little more delicate leaf tips.

"We can't continue like this."

Zheng Qing murmured, leaning his face to the witch's ear, and whispered: "Stand back a little, take care of Zhu Si and Minotao...I'm going to shoot."

Jiang Yu nodded silently and took a small step back quietly.

The male witch took a breath, raised the talisman gun in her hand, and aimed in front of her - wherever she saw, there was a gorgeous color and the dead woods rustling.

His fingers slowly tightened on the trigger. Just as he was about to pull, a color in his sight suddenly rolled up, revealing a gap. The background of the gap was the night of the Black Prison. A blue-white ball of light shone with faint starlight on the night. In the starlight, a black cat was jumping around, fighting against the colors flowing around, waving its claws from time to time to slash the branches stretching out from the darkness.

It's your own shadow.

Zheng Qing looked at the dark red eyes of the black cat, felt the familiar aura, and immediately stopped. If the shot continued, the black cat would be half-dead even if it was not dead.

Since this direction doesn't work, then change the direction.

Zheng Qing did not hesitate, turned the gun and chose the side - the dead woods were so big that no matter which direction they rushed, they could blast a way out.

But this time, before he could aim, the shadow of a black cat appeared in his sight again. It was still the scene of fighting against the tree monster and colors.

The witch frowned and her face turned a little ugly.

The monsters who can survive in the black prison have a keen intuition about danger. Obviously, the owner of this dead forest realized the threat of the talisman gun and found a way to deal with it. However, Zheng Qing didn't know whether it had confused his senses or created an illusion in front of him.

No matter which one, he couldn't crack it immediately.
Chapter completed!