The ugly disciple of the Demon Mystic Sect, after being besieged by many flesh tentacles one after another, finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. After a violent shout, black gas immediately surged all over his body. His two palms blur out, instantly turning into an intertwined palm shadow, destroying all the nearby bloody flesh tentacles.
The eagle-faced man sat cross-legged at a low altitude, his eyes flashing. A hexagonal silver mirror was hovering in front of him, shooting out a silver beam of light from time to time.
Wherever the silver light beam swept, the bloody flesh tentacles collapsed. They couldn't do anything to the eagle-faced man at all.
Near the eagle-faced man, Xue Pan held a white blade in his hand. His figure swayed constantly, leaving a series of white afterimages. He wantonly slashed at the place where the flesh tentacles gathered.
The actions of these three people immediately attracted the attention of others. Ouyang Qian frowned. Just as she wanted to say something, a scene that caught everyone off guard happened!
After the entire space suddenly trembled violently, a violent shock immediately rolled up out of thin air.
At the moment when everyone's body was unstable, hundreds of giant flesh tentacles that were several times thicker than before suddenly rushed out from around everyone at the same time. They intertwined in the air like man-eating flowers, wrapping everyone who was caught off guard, and they quickly pulled down the wriggling ground below.
Liu Ming only felt dizzy. At the same time, after a stench came to his face, he found that he was surrounded by dozens of flesh tentacles in a bloody space that was only 50 meters in size.
He waved one arm without saying a word, and a black fist shadow heavily hit the flesh wall in front of him.
With a muffled sound, the flesh wall trembled and absorbed the entire fist shadow; there was no more reaction.
Seeing this, Liu Ming frowned slightly. He made a gesture in front of his chest, and a green wind blade a few feet long condensed. After flicking his finger lightly, it flew toward the flesh wall on one side.
After a muffled sound, the huge wind blade slashed on the flesh wall. It only broke a few inches deep, then it didn't go any further. When Liu Ming made a gesture, the wind blade actually shattered into green light spots with a bang.
The flesh wall condensed by these flesh tentacles was obviously much more difficult to deal with than the flesh tentacles. Ordinary attacks couldn't break it at all.
Liu Ming's face couldn't help but sink.
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After the purple-haired man of the Big Dipper Pavilion was trapped in the flesh wall, he looked indifferent. He just waved one hand casually, and rolled up a purple blade, slashing fiercely at a nearby flesh wall. As a result, it only penetrated a few inches deep, then it collapsed and disappeared.
Seeing this, the purple-haired man sneered and patted an unusually exquisite soul-recovering bag on his waist with one hand.
With a "pu" sound, a wisp of red light rolled out from it. After it condensed in front of him, it turned into a foot-tall blood-colored spider.
This spider's entire body was dark red like blood, but its eight legs were sparkling and translucent like flawless jade.
As soon as it appeared within the flesh and blood space, it immediately swung its front claws through the air, slicing off a large chunk of flesh with ease before pouncing viciously to devour it. At the same time, it would let loose hissing sounds from time to time, seemingly very fond of this flesh and blood.
"I was still worried about how to find so much flesh to feed you. Today, it really came without any effort. I can let you have a full meal." After the purple-haired man murmured, he actually sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.
Hearing the sound, the blood-colored spider fluttered and swallowed the flesh on the ground. Like playing with fire, it jumped up and grabbed a certain part of the flesh wall tightly. It began to eat even more crazily.
As the amount of flesh the spider ate increased, its body size also gradually skyrocketed, and its color gradually became red and shiny.
In just a few short breaths, it had grown to around 10 feet in size, and its demand for flesh and blood was still increasing. It was as if it couldn't fill its stomach no matter how much it ate, and its front limbs were still constantly picking up pieces of flesh and stuffing them into its mouth.
However, as this demonic insect became larger, the amount of flesh it swallowed was naturally far greater than before. With one bite, it would immediately lose about a few kilograms of flesh.
Although the flesh space would constantly repair itself, before the strands of flesh could stick together, it was once again torn apart by the spider and swallowed into its stomach. For a time, the flesh wall that had been bitten by the spider gradually thinned.
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At the same time, in another space that was slightly more spacious, there was a yellow figure in plain clothes who looked like a farmer. He was constantly rolling up and down, trying his best to avoid the attacks of the blood-colored tentacles. His forehead was covered in sweat, and he looked like he was panting heavily.
This person was Peng Fei. He was currently wearing the Mechanical Battle Armor. As he fled, he constantly waved two red cylinders that were as thick as an arm, releasing rays of red light that slashed at a certain spot in the meat wall.
However, these light beams could only cut off the flesh tentacles that extended from time to time in the space. Facing the thick flesh wall, they would collapse after a few cracks, and the cracks would be healed instantly.
At this time, the mechanical armor on his body was covered by a layer of bloody light. It was actually faintly devouring the silver light emitted by the armor. Compared to when it was outside the inheritance land, the spiritual light was obviously a bit dimmer.
On both sides, there were a few yellow armored puppet warriors that were tightly wrapped by a few thick blood colored tentacles. Shockingly, numerous fist-sized holes had been dug out on their chests, and the Essence Cores within them had actually been crushed by something.
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In a flesh space close to Peng Fei, under a layer of yellow shield, the young woman in green clothes of the Haoran Academy waved a black jade pen and kept flashing, releasing clusters of black light spots at the incoming bloody flesh tentacles.
As soon as the black light spots touched the bloody flesh tentacles, they turned into a pool of blood and splashed out. Many of the blood splashed directly on the shield around her.
In such a narrow space, it was obviously impossible to avoid the attack of the flesh tentacles and the blood.
"The corrosive power of this flesh space is so strong." The young woman in green clothes glanced at the dim yellow shield and muttered to herself with a frown.
Speaking of which, the pupil technique that she was proud of was useless here, and other means seemed to be unable to get out of this predicament. Now apart from passively defending, it seemed that there was no other way for the time being.
She sighed slightly in her heart. After waving her hand to repel another wave of attacks, she took out a golden talisman and tore it. A ray of golden light flashed and was absorbed into the shield, making the light of the shield a little brighter.
Due to the unexpected attack of the flesh tentacles, and its speed was astonishing, even the Ouyang sisters, who originally wanted to lean back, were forced to be isolated between the 2 flesh spaces.
But even so, the 2 were still quite calm. They flicked their fingers at the same time, releasing purple and green rays that circled around them.
However, these rays could only deal with the flesh tentacles that were constantly growing in the flesh space; they had no effect on the flesh walls around them.
Because the 2 of them were separated and couldn't join hands to activate the secret technique, the rays of light they transformed into were obviously smaller than before.
Suddenly, Ouyang Qian's pretty face sank. A clear dragon roar came from her sleeve, and a white light shot out, turning into a white jade-like dragon phantasm out of thin air. With a shake of the dragon's tail, it crushed the surrounding flesh tentacles. After that, it flew toward a meat wall with its claws and fangs. In the air, it opened its huge mouth and shot a silver light all over the sky.
These silver rays flashed on the flesh wall, but they only left dense holes of different depths. Then, under a flash of bloody light, the holes were healed.
This made Ouyang Qian's heart sink.
On the other side, a purple light also flashed in the hand of the woman in green clothes, and a light purple folding fan appeared in her hand. With a slight wave, fan shadows appeared in front of her, condensing into a layer of purple light curtain that enveloped her.
As soon as those bloody flesh tentacles touched the purple light curtain, they suddenly turned into pools of blood and scattered.
It was just that after the purple light curtain was splashed by the blood, the surface immediately made a rustling sound of erosion, and it exuded a pungent smell. At the same time, the light curtain flashed wildly a few times, and it became abnormally dim.
Seeing this scene, the woman in green clothes took a deep breath, and her eyebrows tightened.
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"I didn't expect that I, Long Xuan, would be trapped here, but I will never die here."
The ugly disciple of the Demon Mystic Sect sat cross-legged in the shaking flesh space with a pale face, and his hands were constantly changing gestures.
The demonic technique he used had little effect on breaking these flesh walls. In addition, he had a big battle with the eagle-faced man before, and he had consumed too much spiritual power. He hadn't had time to recover yet, so the situation at the moment seemed very bad.
Suddenly, the ugly disciple roared hoarsely. He raised his hands toward the sky, and the black short blade in his hand instantly turned into a hundred meters long giant python that circled around him.
A sharp light flashed through the giant python's eyes, and the scales all over its body stood up like sharp knives. Wherever it passed, the blood-red tentacles that swarmed toward it were instantly sliced into small pieces and fell to the ground.
At the same time, the ugly disciple also quickly tore a black talisman, which turned into a layer of faint black light curtain that covered his body. On the light curtain, black gas kept rolling out, and it madly collided with the flesh wall in all directions.
For a time, there was constant rumbling inside.
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In another flesh space, Xue Pan constantly spat out obscure spells. There was a burst of crackling sound of joints in his body, and his figure suddenly skyrocketed.
At the next moment, the word "king" faintly appeared between his eyebrows. The original long and narrow ears became more upright, and the fangs in his mouth were revealed. At the same time, silver bristles grew on his ten fingertips and arms.
Then a silver light flashed in both of his palms, and two identical silver awls appeared faintly in his hands. He stomped on the ground, and his figure spun quickly on the spot.
The rumbling sound of breaking through the air came, and a strong wind rose from the ground. A silver-white vortex kept rolling up.
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