As the blood net and vines were cut by the red giant sword, Chen Guanshan's big head flashed quickly away from here.

His facial features have shown signs of fusion, and the skin on both sides of his cheeks has begun to sag...

Even though the shuttle kept disturbing Bu Changyue's spiritual world, he was inevitably affected.

After all... after the Weaver unfolds the realm of flesh and blood, the spiritual will is also spread out. It is difficult for the Psion to attack such a large area at the same time.

As for Wu Tong, it is even more troublesome.

After the nature walker has passed through the plant world, the fluctuations in his spiritual world are almost non-existent.

Just now, Chen Guanshan could only rely on his mental strength condensed into substance to fight against it.

But now there is some news...

In his perception, Xu Maoshi's spiritual fluctuations disappeared.

Is he dead?

While escaping, his mental power gathered into a line and swept backwards.

Then, he saw Xu Maoshi's big head split in two, and the red thing was scattered all over...

At the same time, the forest in the wilderness seemed to have retreated.

A smile appeared on Chen Guanshan's waxy face. Wu Tong was afraid.

Redemption...cough...praise redemption!

In just a few breaths, Xu Maoshi died. Does that mean...

I don't need to run?

Judging from the strength of the Red Giant Sword, it is only a matter of time to take care of Wu Tong and Bu Changyue.

Crackling~

Chen Guanshan's big head emerged from the blue electric light. To be honest, he was a little moved at this moment.

However, he hesitated for only a moment before fleeing for his life again.

He sensed that a terrifying wave suddenly came from the "corpse" of Xu Maoshi, which was "sliced" into two halves and fell to the ground.

The fluctuations of the divine descent were extremely similar to the night when Zhong Qing attacked Jing'an City.

It is very likely the God of Killing!

Is it possible that Zhong Qing is also nearby at this time?

For a moment, Chen Guanshan was in a state of confusion.

With a splash, a sea of ​​blood rose in front of him and quickly transformed from blood into a thick barrier of flesh and blood.

Bu Changyue's face appeared on it, and tons of numb flesh and blood tentacles extended out.

Some of them have mouths, some have sharp bone spurs, some have staring eyes, and some emit black smoke...

Tentacles of all shapes and sizes surged towards Chen Guanshan.

At the same time, Wutong seemed to be inspired by something, and the forest immersed in the sea of ​​blood raised its branches again.

They simultaneously released swarms of emerald green spores, like rising green smoke.

Boom——

A massive explosion echoed, mingled with blue lightning flashes, pieces of flesh that were either bright red or charred black, and emerald green shoots flying all over the sky...

A shock wave visible to the naked eye swept across the sky and earth. The sea of ​​blood suddenly sank, and the vast forest was in a mess as if it had been ravaged by a fierce hurricane.

Chen Guanshan's shining head flew backwards, and all the organs protruding from the head were flattened in the explosion.

Including the ears, nose, and the skin below the face.

Soon, he was blown forward by the explosion behind him.

That was the clash between the crimson giant sword and the god of slaughter.

Meng Yi was in the kingdom of God, his expression was somewhat solemn...

The God of Slaughter is still there.

However, he appeared only after Xu Maoshi died.

The image is normal. The God of Slaughter's ability to use other people's bodies is essentially a divine descent.

People are treated as disposable consumables.

It seems that Xu Maoshi has a higher value for the God of Slaughter...

He did not seize the other person's body immediately.

Now, Xu Maoshi's head, which was split into two halves, has been put back together.

The ferocious scimitars began to spread all over the head and body. From a distance, it looked like a round ball of thorns flashing with cold light.

The huge red sword collided with it, making a deafening sound of metal clashing.