Cataclysm: Baoyou, This Is Not A Good Deal

"Two steps?"

Zhang Xibao broke off the stubble that pierced Wang Meng's leg, and used a wooden stick to make him a splint.

Wang Meng stood up and took two limping steps with the support of his younger brother.

"No, it hurts too much to walk." Wang Meng grinned and shook his head.

"Your calf was punctured by a bone. It didn't hurt your own bones and arteries at all. It just passed through the muscle. I didn't dare to pull it out for you. There was no way to stop the bleeding after pulling it out. I could only cut off the exposed part of the body."

Zhang Xibao took out the dry food that he brought with him, and distributed a small piece to each of the six people, while he himself took a few Qixue pills to replenish his strength.

"Legs are not as important as life."

Wang Meng asked worriedly: "The effect of the detoxification pill is about to disappear, we are trapped in this place, what should we do?"

The six people all looked at Zhang Xibao, waiting for him to speak.

Bao Ye has become their spiritual pillar.

"It's getting dark again..."

Zhang Xibao looked at the sky, turned to the six people and said, "After tonight, I will find a way to take you out!"

A bonfire was lit, and seven people sat beside the fire, watching their surroundings with burning eyes.

As long as this night is passed safely, the fresh energy in Zhang Xibao's body will recover, there is a strange fire, and the baby face tree and the bald old man are all combustion-supporting materials.

crackle!

It was another thunderbolt, which was even louder than the five thunders ancient talisman.

Everyone looked at the sky suspiciously.

"It seems to be the location of the baby face tree..."

After the thunder, Hei Linzi regained his calm.

Wang Meng and the others chattered together.

"Is that bald old man playing tricks?"

"How did that bald old man move around in this white mist? He must have an antidote on him!"

"That's for sure!"

Zhang Xibao stood up suddenly, and several guys quickly asked, "Where is Master Bao going?"

Zhang Xibao told everyone: "I always feel that something is wrong. These two guys must have an ulterior purpose in planting the baby face tree. While the effect of the detoxification pill has not disappeared, I will go to the baby face tree and wait here. It's too passive."

"There is more fresh energy in Wang Meng's body. The Suppressing Evil and Expelling Evil Card is temporarily handed over to you to defend against the enemy. You wait here for my return!"

It was completely dark, and Zhang Xibao did not lose his way in the mist by relying on the guidance of Chinchilla.

On the original site of the baby face tree, a huge crack appeared, and there were scorched traces of being struck by lightning.

"It seems to be some kind of magic circle!" Zhang Xibao saw the black iron rod as the eye of the circle.

There was the sound of pages turning in the sea of ​​consciousness, and "Tongtian Dabaojian" automatically opened the "Formation Chapter"

"Lightning Thunder Formation: An offensive formation, also known as a small thunder tribulation formation. After the formation is completed, the center of the battle formation will withstand a thunder attack. 』

"It seems that the baby face tree was planted in the center of the magic circle."

The baby face tree has become extremely miserable, not to mention being split in two by lightning, the bark has been stripped off, the branches and leaves are broken, and the roots have lost all vitality.

Zhang Xibao took a rough scan with his Tongtian Tong, and found that the baby face tree was missing a two-meter-long core.

"These two people planted the baby face tree, probably for the core of the baby face tree. The tree core is an excellent material for refining tools. Do they want to refine strange treasures?"

"Little mouse, can you smell that guy's trace?"

The Chinchilla sniffed around, and took Zhang Xibao to the depths of the forest.

Deep in the forest, in the well.

The bald old man sat cross-legged on a stone platform, and the circular cave wall in front of him was densely packed with demon monkey statues.

The yellow talisman paper covered on the statue moved in the absence of wind, revealing the bloody mouth under the talisman paper. Although the demon monkeys were all carved from wood, they looked different in detail, and all of them were extremely strange.

With the stone platform as the center, a new magic circle appeared. Several high-quality spirit stones were arranged at the hub of the magic circle to provide fresh air. The bald old man was the eye of the circle.

The bald old man is different from the old farmer. The old farmer is a plant-type supernatural being, and he is a formation master who cultivates clear qi. His own combat power is not high, so he hides in the dark forest like a mouse.

The magic circle flickered, and the bald old man's face was reflected in an incomparably strange way.

On the left hand side of the bald old man was the core of the baby face tree, and on the right hand side was a streamer with red stripes on a black background.

He wants to refine the earth-level rare treasure ghost banner, use the baby face tree as the pole, and use the cloth woven from the feathers of the soul chasing bird as the banner.

If Zhang Xibao were here, Baojian would definitely give the answer.

"Soul-chasing bird: A mysterious beast of Class A, its cry is like a laugh, and it smells of bad luck. 』

"rise!"

The baby-faced tree core and the soul-chasing bird's feather banner rose out of thin air, and were quickly fused together under the action of the magic circle to form a large banner with red stripes on a black background.

This is only half the battle.

The 10,000 magic monkey statues started to roar, the yellow talisman paper on the wooden carvings was torn off by the gravity of the magic circle, and the magic monkey souls flew out of the cave wall like locusts.

The statues of demon monkeys and the talisman paper covering them began to crumble.

The bald old man sat cross-legged in front of the formation, and the ghost of the monkey pounced on it like a piranha smelling fishy, ​​as if it wanted to eat the old man alive.

"Come!"

The Wraith Banner emitted a cloud of black light, sucking the souls of all the monkeys into it like a black hole.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"It's finally done!"

The bald old man laughed wildly: "The Wraith Banner, an earth-level rare treasure, is here!"

The maniacal laughter of the bald old man echoed in the well and spread far along the well wall.

"Earth-level rare treasure... Ming... has become...!" 』

The sound reached Zhang Xibao's ears intermittently, and Zhang Xibao, who was about to go down the well, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"What the hell?"

"This old scoundrel really wants to refine a rare treasure?"

"Earth rank? How about a fart!"

The old man laughed triumphantly from inside the well.

"Enough, I haven't regained my freshness, I can't use the strange fire, and I can't use the strange treasure. How can I fight? I can't fight!"

Zhang Xibao spun around the mouth of the well anxiously.

"Yes!"

He looked at the mouth of the dark well, and an idea came to his mind: "I'll fill the well for him, it should be able to delay the time... right?"

Zhang Xibao looked around, found a pile of big stones nearby, carried them to the mouth of the well, and began to throw them down one by one.

boom!

There was a muffled sound.

The bald old man's laughter stopped abruptly. He grabbed the Wraith Flag and listened carefully with his ears closed.

Someone sneak attack?

boom!

There was another muffled sound.

"what's the situation?"

The bald old man jumped off the platform and ran down the corridor to the mouth of the well.

bang bang bang!

Stone after stone was thrown down the side of the well, and one of the biggest ones just got stuck at the exit of the bald old man.

That bad streamer wants to bury himself alive!

"Damn!"

The bald old man jumped up and cursed: "Little brat, I can't kill you when I go out!!!"

"Let's talk about it when you come out!" Zhang Xibao shouted along the mouth of the well.

Tens of thousands of catties of stones were thrown down, but the well could not be completely filled. Zhang Xibao drew out a short black knife to dig the surrounding soil and fill it in.

After working for half a night, the well was finally filled.

Zhang Xibao stepped on it, steadied the soil, wiped the sweat from his head, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I can't get out now, right?"