The killing river also became violent, and tree roots and vines were cut off one after another. Even the middle-grade divine vein with dark attributes was torn into pieces at this moment.

This still doesn't count. As his spiritual thoughts flickered, Ding Huan blasted out dozens of sky thunders.

Boom boom boom!

The roots of the tree, which had been cut open by the killing sound of the dusk drum, became increasingly sluggish under the arcs of lightning.

Ding Huan could clearly feel that the poison of Shen Dao was completely integrated into the opponent's Dao.

Old tree root, you are finished.

Ding Huan felt relieved.

"Ding Huan, we are here..."

Mo Changcan's voice finally came from the distance.

Ding Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

These two guys came over just as he was gradually gaining the upper hand. What a coincidence.

It must be that he felt that he was getting more and more dangerous, and the Tao Yun around the tree roots suddenly became more and more violent.

A terrifying Taoist aura permeates the space.

Ding Huan secretly thought that it was bad, this old bastard wouldn't self-destruct, would he?

Ding Huan just thought of this.

"boom!"

An explosion sound like a broken space filled the entire space. The giant drum suspended in the void was also blown away by this terrifying explosion, and then quickly became smaller and fell to the ground.

Ding Huan's internal organs seemed to be torn to pieces, and the aura of death enveloped him.

His whole body was also blown away like the dusk drum.

The vitality was stripped away crazily at this moment.

"Poof!" A blood arrow was sprayed out by Ding Huan.

Bang! Ding Huan's whole body hit a huge ten-pillar, and then fell down.

Ding Huan breathed a sigh of relief and continued to absorb the healing energy from the Book of Life and Death.

Fortunately, he is a body-refining monk and his body is extremely strong.

Otherwise, I am afraid that his bones will turn into nothingness this time.

Mo Changcan and Pu Zhijian, who had just rushed over from a distance, were blown away again by this violent self-destruction. Fortunately, they were still far away, otherwise they would have been injured much more seriously than Ding Huan.

Ding Huan used the Nirvana Art and managed to stand up after a while.

The clothes on his body had been reduced to nothing by this terrible explosion. He could only change into another set of clothes and sit there to heal his injuries.

Pu Zhijian and Mo Changcan also healed their wounds for a long time before walking over again.

"Ding Huan, are you okay?" Mo Changcan asked carefully.

Ding Huan spat out another mouthful of dirty blood: "I still can't die."

"That's good, where's the tree ancestor?"

Mo Changcan also knew that as long as Ding Huan didn't die, it would be fine.

When it comes to healing, Ding Huan is much better than him.

Pu Zhijian's eyes moved from Ding Huan to the place where the explosion occurred in the distance. After a while, he said blankly: "Fellow Daoist Ding, could it be that the tree ancestor blew himself up?"

Ding Huan also recovered a lot, stood up and sighed: "You are right, he just blew himself up."

"You're taking advantage of this old tree root. This bastard actually arranged a trap to trap the two of us outside, otherwise we would have come here long ago."

Mo Changcan cursed bitterly.

Ding Huan sighed: "I'm afraid you will be disappointed. The root of the tree did not die. It escaped..."

He was sure that the tree root had escaped, and this place was connected to the void. I was afraid that the void was the escape route that the tree root was looking for for itself, and it had already planned its escape direction.

But even if the tree roots escape, I'm afraid they won't be able to create much of a storm.

The main body was killed by him, which was fatal to Tree Ancestor.

What's even more deadly is that he implanted the Tarsal Devouring Path Poison and Sinking Path Poison into this tree root, as well as the law of gene destruction.

No matter how strong the roots of the tree are, they won't be able to get ahead without a million years.

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