The vine demon opened his mouth and roared, and his hair turned into a long needle, and he also stabbed it.

The distance was too close to avoid, so Zhongyao could only lift the stone brick, block the tongue, and then smash it into the vine demon's face.

The stone brick hit the vine demon's forehead and shattered it into countless tiny gravels, which made the vine demon look over the head.

The fungus demon's head was raised high, and his hair was flying. Seeing that it was an opportunity, Zhong Yao grabbed the tongue that had not yet been retracted.

Taking a deep breath, Zhongyao opened his mouth, lowered his head, and bit the tongue thorn woven from tender branches.

Jiutu’s true energy was pushed forward, and he sucked hard, as if he had done it in the well of the ancestral hall.

The vine demon let out a sharp howl like a crying sound, and the back of the tongue pricked and broke, and then broke the branch and retreated.

Zhong Yao was not willing to let go, so he grabbed the tongue and pulled it hard, pulling the Vine Demon's head in front of his mouth.

He spit out the branches that had been broken, Zhong Yao hugged the Vine Demon's head and chewed it in one bite. All the parts of the nose that should be in his mouth.

The scene was a bit unbearable, but the branches were biting but not human, and the taste was similar to the ear roots, so Zhongyao had no psychological barrier.

The concentration of nightmare was a bit high, like eating a mouthful of spicy rice, which made Zhongyao cry and burst into tears, and his throat, chest and abdomen burned like a fierce fire.

This is another benefit that the pottery bowl brings to him. He is not afraid of corruption, poison, miasma, or the like, and the nightmare aura is the same. In the past seven years, all kinds of harmful substances accumulated in the soil he ate are enough to kill everyone in Zhongjiabao hundreds of times, but they cannot erode him at all.

However, only talking about toxicity and dosage is just a hooligan. If the nightmare is too strong, Zhong Yao is not sure that he will not be caught.

The vine demon struggled hard, and the thick branches covering Zhongyao trembled and twisted into spears.

When the spear was about to pierce, Zhongyao's nine earthly sea also turned as violent as a hurricane. He changed to sucking and pushing, sending the torrential true energy into the branches.

The vine demon trembled violently, and the branches faded rapidly, becoming crisp and scattered. The surrounding spear branches were staggering, but they could not fall half of the time.

The crackling sound continued, and the outer layer of the human-shaped branches peeled off, revealing countless black and sticky branches, as if they had lost the terrifying flesh and blood of the skin.

Several branches stretched out like arms, and the mucus on it solidified into hideous spikes, like countless thorns, bringing out dizzying fishy winds, rolling towards Zhongyao.

"The earth comes--!"

Zhong Yao grabbed his hand and pulled up a thick mud snake from the ground, scattering the sharp branches, causing the black human figure to retreat continuously.

"Come on bricks-!"

The other hand grabbed a stone again, chased after him and took a photo at the door.

The black gas scattered like blood splattering, and the black human figure was shot to the ground and screamed in the sky.

"Isn't it good to be honest as a ingredient?"
Chapter completed!