Chapter 322: Non-existent forest

Elder Bai Ling, a tree demon tribe, and his party hurried over.
"Where's the lord?" Bai Ling asked when he saw the soldiers of the Bronze clan remaining outside the pink forest.
"Master Yu and Mr. Long Yue entered the Fanyu Yuan Forest together," said the Bronze Warrior. "By the way, there is also the Uzmaya Princess of the Shan people."
"How long has it been?" Bai Ling asked, immediately changing his face.
"It's almost half an hour."
"What?" Bai Ling's heart sank, his face changed instantly.
"Elder, what's wrong?" The bronze Terran warrior was in doubt.
"Do you Bronze clan have any records about this fancier forest?" Bai Ling asked.
The Bronze Warrior stunned, and several looked at each other, shaking their heads. There is such a weird place at the junction of the Jinmu and the Clan. It stands to reason that they will not know anything at all.
"This Lin Lin did not exist." Elder Bai Ling said categorically.
"What?" The Bronze Terran warriors looked shocked and said, "Is this a trap set by the old candle dragon?"
"We are not sure, but this possibility is not ruled out," said Elder Bai Ling Shen Sheng.
"What shall we do now?"
Bai Ling looked at midair, at this time it was already dark, and a full moon drew down to the southeast. Fanyu Qi was rolling in the moonlight, and it was especially hazy.
"Wait a minute first, wait until mid-month on the moon, if the Lord Yushi has not yet come out, we will go in." Bai Ling Shen said.
Mid-month on the moon, when the dragons are the weakest, the harm to them is minimal.
At this time, Ning Wufeng also noticed that something was wrong in the pink forest, and asked, "Is there any record of the pink forest in the chess world?"
At this point, the full moon rose to the east, and Ning Wufeng was no longer in the pink forest, and even the voice of Long Yun disappeared. That old tree root was taken away by Ning Wufeng in one shot.
It stands to reason that Fanyu Linlin is so strange that it should be as famous as the Wuling Mountains, but why hasn't anyone heard of it?
Usimaa shook her head and said, "I have never heard of it, but the Tatar people usually have less contact with the Jinmu people."
"Is this the messy old candle dragon?" Ning Wufeng murmured.
While talking, a white light suddenly shot at Ning Wufeng, very fast.
"Be careful." Ning Wufeng grabbed Usimaa into his arms, and the Jin Yuan Kan knife stirred the rich knife light and chopped the white light.
There was a click, and a familiar voice came.
It was like the sound of the knife light submerging into the root of the old tree before.
"It's him, he's back again." Uth Maya whispered softly, and she remembered the breath of the corpse before.
Sure enough, Bai Guang rushed forward, and Ning Wufeng could clearly see that the two phantoms overlapped. One phantom was the old tree root he had seen before, and the other phantom was exactly when Usima was seen before.
The bumpy eyes were swollen, puffy, and there were two scars on the chest where bones were deeply visible, and the stinky rotting water was flowing.
The corpse grinned at Ning Wufeng, and the appearance of the old candle dragon demon appeared.
"Shit boy, you have no way in heaven, you have no way to go to hell!" The corpse opened and closed its mouth, blood dripped, its face was abominable.
Ning Wufeng's face sank, and he sneered coldly: "The old candle dragon demon, pretending to be a ghost, you are here!"
The corpse grinned, and Err turned into a shadow and rushed towards Ning Wufeng, the cold air shrouded around it. A dazzling cold light popped out, and it came to Ning Wufeng's chest.
Ning Wufeng pulled the hand of Usima May by hand, the golden light flowing in his hand suddenly swiped down, smashed at the corpse, and creaked the sound of fangs, and the blade of Jin Yuan's sword fell into its shoulder more than three feet deep.
"Hey." The corpse didn't feel pain at all, hey smiled, and turned sharp corpse claws to Ning Wufeng's chest.
Ning Wufeng's robe shattered instantly, leaving three bloodstains on his chest.
"Don't know the pain?" Ning Wufeng's face sank. Fortunately, there were nine transfers to Ming Wangjue's body, otherwise he would be torn by the corpse and broken.
Jin Yuan's sword slanted upwards and cut off the body's neck.
Bang ...
The body fell back and forth a dozen steps and fell to the ground.
"Master, you are all right." Usima May asked anxiously, looking at the torn robe in front of Ning Wufeng.
Her jade fingers slipped into the air, and the warm water power gathered in Ning Wufeng's chest, carefully healing the injury for him.
Ning Wufeng laughed: "It's okay, just a little hurt."
While the two were talking, the corpse that Ning Wufeng had chopped up stood without a head, but still attacked them.
"Be careful."
Ning Wufeng slammed Usimaara behind him. But the headless corpse was faster. One palm slammed on his chest, and the sound of a numb tooth, Ning Wufeng's ribs were broken several times, he went backwards and forwards.
"Ah!" Ush Maya whispered, and her hand pulled away from Ning Wufeng. She was completely lost in fanaticism.
"Uss Maya." Ning Wufeng shouted loudly, and Jin Yuankan's sword burst out. Rich Jin Lingli roared out, slashing to the headless corpse.
The daggers intertwined, tearing the headless corpse into pieces in an instant.
Ning Wufeng had a lengthy body shape, and Ushuai, who fell to the ground, picked up.
"Imperial ... Master."
Ursmaya's face was a bluish red, and her breathing became heavy. There was a kitten-like murmur in the throat, which made people hear it like a cat scratching.
"Not good." Ning Wufeng said in his heart that it was not good. Before that, the dragons and horses just sucked a little bit of powdery gas, and the physiological response was so obvious.
Now that Uzmaya took a few big sips, the whole person's consciousness was a little fuzzy immediately. She murmured, her small hand groping on Ning Wufeng.
"Uss Maya, sober up." Ning Wufeng's face changed.
He immediately ran the puppet spirits, sucked out the spiritual power in Usimaa, and then used the puppet spirits to refine the powdery qi. As soon as the puppetization spirit operation started, the rich water spiritual power poured from his body into the purple lake, and the light blue light enveloped them both.
However, the operation of puppet spirits also caused the spiritual elements in Usima's body to move, and the powdery belches spread in her body.
"Ah." Her pretty face was extremely ruddy, and her moist red lips crossed Ning Wufeng's cheek. The soft touch that touched let Ning Wufeng sway.
"Ning Wufeng, you can't think wildly." Ning Wufeng quickly controlled his swaying mind and sang in a deep voice.
This is in the pink forest, full of dangers everywhere, and Uth Maya so respects him, how can he run the risk of danger.
However, what Ning Wufeng didn't expect is that after the Wuhua Maya refines the spirit element in Wusi Maya, it is inhaled into him, but only a small part of the powdery qi is refined.
Most of the fanciful qi was brought into Ningwufeng Purple Lake with Lingyuan.
With more and more Lingyuan and Fanyu breath being inhaled in the body, Ning Wufeng felt that the whole person was fascinating.
heat!
His body was hot and unbearable, and the twisted and uncomfortable soft body in his arms made him scorched, feeling that the whole person was about to be burned.
Suddenly he met a moist red lips, like Ganquan. A strong thirst came from his throat.
The two hugged each other desperately, their lips meeting.
In the tumbling pink suffocation, two red lights suddenly lighted up, and an inaudible laughter passed, the red light disappeared slightly.
At this time outside, the moon was approaching mid-day, and the strength of Candle Dragon was close to the trough of the weak period. But at this moment Ning Wufeng had already left the killing of the candle dragon out of his mind.
"Mr. Elder, can we go in?" Outside, a bronze human warrior asked anxiously, and the three of them, Ning Wufeng, entered the Fenyu Forest, but they haven't come out yet.
Bai Ling's face sank slightly, and he looked at the moonlight above his head. The moon is about to reach the middle of the sky, and the soft moonlight is sprinkled like water, and the whole powder suffocates as if boiled, and rolls violently.
"Let's go in," Bo Ling said in a deep voice. "Everyone close their noses and mouths, and don't inhale the powdery gas."
"Yes!" With a sigh of silence, Bai Ling and the fighters rushed into the Fenyu Forest.
Just right, midday on the moon!
A qualitative moonlight fell from mid-air and suddenly shone on Ning Wufeng. The golden yuan in his head immediately put on Yuehua and opened his eyes suddenly.
Yuan Shen's eyes burst into the sky with the golden Jin Mang, which echoed the moonlight.
The in Ning Wufeng's mind receded like a tide. He opened his eyes suddenly and found that the beauty in front of him was already disheveled and his hands were resting on a soft ball.
"Damn." Ning Wufeng was shocked, how could he do such a jerk.
He took out his clothes from the storage ring and put it on Usmaya, but the powdery breath in Usmaya's body hadn't faded yet, his eyes sparkled with a bath fire, and a little fragrant tongue was sticking out his lips. Ning Wufeng swept across his shoulders, looking extremely seductive, where was the nobility and tranquility of the Tatar Princess.
Ning Wufeng shook his mind for a while, then scolded himself in his heart: Damn, can't think, can't think anymore.
It took a lot of effort to dress Usimaa. But as soon as Ning Wufeng closed his eyes, there was still a scene in his mind.
Long Ling's innate spirit fire also disappeared.
When Ning Wufeng looked up, he saw the moon and the sky.
"It's this time." Ning Wufeng was shocked, and almost missed the best moment to deal with the candle dragon.
Ning Wufeng hugs Usimaa horizontally, and another moonlight falls into his head. The strength of Yuehua flowed over him and Usimaa.
Usima May, who had been scorched by the fire, received the power of Yuehua and slowly calmed down, lying quietly in Ning Wufeng's arms like a baby.
Ning Wufeng felt that the yin and yang purple lakes in the body were spinning wildly, and the three spiritual source beads of water, gold, and fire were rapidly spinning in the sea of ​​air, and the light was constantly fused and intertwined.
Jiu Zhuan Ming Wang Jue turned out to be controlled by Ning Wufeng.