"Er Jie Jie Jie...... "

Chen Tianming can see clearly that there are hundreds of thick black branches chasing after him. However, these black twigs obviously don't come from the dead demon cypress under his feet. Listening to the painful cry, another dead demon cypress must be nearby.

"finish this tree first, damn it!" Chen Tianming steps on the crown of the dead demon cypress. The black light branches on the crown are long and thin, swinging like human hair.

two ghost fires on the dead demon cypress fluttered up, but they didn't get too close to Chen Tianming. It was obvious that they felt afraid.

Chen Tianming turned his...