Chapter 2373: Bondage controller

Middle-aged monks squatted in the pits, constantly digging hard, and the monks were so tired and sweaty.
In a short period of time, the ground was dug out of a large pit, and the soil was thrown everywhere.
At this time, he was looking at the face of joy, filtering out the original gemstones and throwing them into his pocket.
For the middle-aged monk, this is a rich harvest he has never had before, and even if he is finally forced to leave, it is worthwhile.
The reason why he suddenly gave up his companion was because he witnessed what happened in the illusion, knowing that this forest is far more dangerous than he thought.
In this case, the middle-aged monk took a step back and decided to take some of the gemstone ore beforehand.
Even if he was forced to leave the forest, it would be enough for him to use it for a few years.
After a few years, my cultivation will be upgraded, and you can return to it later and find ways to get more gemstone ore.
This is the plan of the middle-aged monks. As for their own counterparts, they can only ask for their own happiness.
Maybe when you leave, you can help them, but if they can't hold on for so long, they can only blame them for being unlucky.
In the middle-aged monks want to come, their own door is for the treasures of the forest, rather than the true one to save themselves.
If it were not for the existence of treasures, they would never have ventured into the forest after discovering the existence of the illusion.
When people with bad minds think about problems, they always like to use their own people, and think that others are also ill-conceived.
If you can choose, the middle-aged monk would rather have his own door to be killed by the mysterious monster, so that he can enjoy the secret.
Yes, there is that Tang Zhen, you must also kill it together!
The middle-aged monk thought of this, his eyes flashed a hate, and he felt that things had reached such a degree, and he had a great relationship with Tang Zhen.
If possible, he will never let go of Tang Zhen, he must make him die.
At the same time as the heart is pondering, the middle-aged monks are still excavating the soil and trying to get more gemstone ore.
At this time, he did not notice that a large vine near the ground was quietly approaching, surrounded by all the pits.
Just when he discovered a gemstone ore and prepared to be in his pocket, the vines were like snakes that rushed to the prey and went straight to the middle-aged monks.
Although the middle-aged monk is digging the ore, the attention is always placed around, and the danger is likely to occur.
Therefore, when the vines came in, he immediately noticed and wanted to evade the attack.
As a result, a vine was avoided, and the second vine was rolled up, and there was a third, fourth...
There are hidden vines hidden in the grass, as if the snakes are densely packed, there is no possibility of escaping.
In addition to those grass blades, all become hard as iron, like a dagger standing on the ground, people can not stand.
When the middle-aged monks landed on their feet, they were screamed and hurriedly jumped back from the grass to the pit.
Looking at my feet, it is already bloody, and the pants are cut and ragged.
"Damn, what's going on?"
The middle-aged monk was shocked and angry, and the sight in front of him seemed familiar, but it was far more serious than at the beginning.
These plants are all special!
In the mind of his mind, Tang Zhen’s figure flashed at the same time. He felt that things were related to him, but he felt that it was impossible.
If Tang Zhen really has such a skill, he can still stay with him until now, fearing that he has not already attacked him or even killed him directly.
The thoughts in my mind flashed quickly, and the vines attacked again, blocking all the way out of the middle-aged monks from all directions.
In the pit, the middle-aged monk had no way to escape, and his heart flashed deep and despair.
His strength is limited, it is impossible to survive the attack of mutant vines. The only thing that can be done at this time is to try his best to fight for it.
After the fight, there is still a line of life, but the fight is not over.
"what!"
A scream came, the middle-aged monk was entangled in the vines, and then was stabbed into the flesh by the hooks on the vines, and instantly bloody.
There seems to be a toxin on the hook, and the wound is instantly corroded and festered, and the pus is dripping down the wound.
He tried to struggle to get rid of the bondage, and the more he struggled, the tighter he was, and he was quickly bundled into a big scorpion.
In this case, unless there is an outsider to help, it is impossible to get out of trouble.
The middle-aged monk knows this and will not continue to struggle, but he will not accept his life, but will silently search for opportunities to get out of trouble.
As a result, the middle-aged monk heard the footsteps sounding and seemed to be behind him.
"Who are you, why are you attacking me?"
The middle-aged monk is nervous in his heart, guessing that the other party is behind the scenes, and it is so harmful that he has fallen to this point.
The other party is really hateful, but it is very terrible. At this moment, his life and death are in the hands of the other party, and the fear is constantly coming in like a tide.
Middle-aged monks do not want to die, so they are eager to figure out who the other party is. Is there any possibility of easing between them?
In the mood of fear and expectation, the footsteps stopped, and then a figure appeared in front of the middle-aged monk.
"Damn, how could it be you!"
Looking at Tang Zhen who stood in front of him and had a cold smile on his lips, the middle-aged monk had a feeling of being thundered.
"Why can't it be me?"
Tang Zhen sneered and looked at the middle-aged monk who was tied into a scorpion. He couldn’t say how happy he was.
This middle-aged monk, who allowed a group of mercenaries to bow down and have a different approach, is now planted in his own hands.
To say that there is no sense of accomplishment in the heart, it is simply impossible. It seems that the monk is not invincible.
Looking at the middle-aged monks whose faces were shocked and confused, Tang Zhen suddenly felt a little boring. The enemy that was thought to be invincible was now easily defeated.
The so-called monk, but this is the case.
Gently shaking his head, Tang Zhen pulled out a square box from the storage equipment.
After opening the box, Tang Zhen took out a diamond-shaped appearance from inside, and it was also embellished with a blood-red jewel.
Inside the gem, there is a faint flash of light, and there seems to be a rune.
According to the system's explanation, this is an item used to deal with captives and slaves, and the effect is amazing.
Tang Zhen wants to let the middle-aged monk mine his own mine, he must first control him, let the other party honestly obey his own command.
If there is no means of restraint, then these unruly guys simply cannot obey their own command.
Looking at the controller filled with boxes, Tang Zhen suspected that the system was intentional, otherwise how could he give himself a box controller?
The middle-aged monk saw Tang Zhen wave a hand, and there were items in his hands, and he was immediately shocked and stunned.
Where can't he recognize it? This is the legendary means. Tang Zhen must have storage equipment in his hand.
Originally still worried about his safety, but at this moment it was replaced by greed. The middle-aged monk was dying with Tang Zhen, trying to find where the storage equipment was.
He even began to fantasize about himself, and when he got the storage equipment, what would it be!
"Hey, when I die, I dare to think about it. I really don't know the dead guy."
Tang Zhen just glanced at it and read the expression of the middle-aged monk. His face flashed a taunting color.
"You still give me honest mining, so you can live more time, otherwise I will directly ask for your life!"
For his own enemies, Tang Zhen will never be polite, the voice has just fallen, and the controller in his hand has already turned to the middle-aged monk.
The middle-aged monk could not escape, watching the controller stick out of the spider's claws and then landed on his forehead.
A scream, suddenly issued from the middle-aged monk, constantly echoing in the forest.