Monster Hunting High School

Buzz! !

Not far in front of Zheng Qing, the originally solid land suddenly collapsed, revealing a deep pit with a diameter of three meters. There is still a bit of floating soil left on both sides of the pit, with white hot steam rising from it, as if the pit was melted by some very high-temperature being; but in the pit, there is no hot magma, only endless The darkness makes people feel cold when they look at it.

The wizard dragged the witch and carefully took two steps back.

"What is that?" The jade pendant on Jiang Yu's wrist shone slightly, and the Dharma book in her hand had a halo. She looked at the deep pit and guessed in a low voice: "I heard that there is a monster called the Earth-Drilling Demon Insect. , similar potholes will appear on the ground before emerging.”

Zheng Qing didn't know what an earth-boring demonic insect was.

But he knew that the sudden appearance of the deep pit was definitely not a friendly 'greeting'.

"Whether it's the earth-boring devil or the dryad grandmother, if you dare to appear in front of me, you must be prepared to take a shot." The wizard clicked, loaded the rune gun in his hand, and held the trigger firmly with his finger, trying to make his The voice seemed calm.

Then he felt the witch's hand holding his arm a little harder, as if to indicate that she was relieved, or that she felt reassured by his words.

"Moo!"

The low roar of the nose ring and earrings behind him interrupted the boy's reverie. He turned around and took a quick glance, only to see the two-headed Minotaur raising its totem stick in mid-air to block a heavy hammer. sticks.

The tail of the wooden stick was connected to a dead old tree not far away. The tree body and the stick body were filled with strange colors similar to the moss, and squirmed as lightly as flowing water.

This time, Zheng Qing finally noticed that those strange colors had spread to the entire dry forest.

Strange colors flow everywhere among branches, tree trunks, strange rocks, gravel, and even in the air and starlight. The dead trees and strange rocks painted with those colors swept away their previous lifelessness and became active.

The 'little stars' summoned by '咒比小星' hang quietly in mid-air, separated by brilliant colors, their shapes are somewhat distorted and deformed, just like the sunflowers in Van Gogh's paintings, except that these sunflowers are generally blue and white. .

A touch of strange color passed through the Minotaur's totem stick, coating the stick body with a layer of brilliant color, but it did not affect the stick's creation of a new magical aura on the ground.

If these colors were highly toxic, they would have died from the poison long ago. With this realization, the wizard stretched out his hand, spread his fingers, and then slowly closed them.

The strange colors flowed silently between his fingers, without the coldness of holding water, the emptiness of holding air, and the resistance of holding soft mud. Zheng Qing felt like he was holding a newly born slime. He could feel a slight stickiness in his hands, and the wizard's intuition warned him that these colors were dangerous.

"There is absolutely no way to guard against it." He shook his head and analyzed in a low voice: "This is a dark prison. Under normal circumstances, darkness is the only color in this world... Ordinary prisoners enter this dead forest. When they react, they have been Surrounded by these colors.”

Jiang Yu nodded and added: "And it's not like poisonous fog or miasma. We can tell it immediately with our senses... It seems to be just some colors with weird tones, but they are full of activity."

While the two young wizards spoke quickly and analyzed the predicament at hand, the two-headed Minotaur waved the totem pole, flying around, 'grabbing' dead branches from the air and smashing them into pieces.

Even so, there are still countless activated branches in the woods, forming twisted and weird claws to catch the prey caught in the net.

"careful!"

Zhu Si, who was hiding between the Minotaur's heads, suddenly shouted and pointed at Zheng Qing's feet: "There is something on the ground!"

The wizard lowered his head and saw slender white grass that had grown two or three inches above the ground. They were like soft ropes, connected to each other, and silently clinging to the Minotaur's hooves, men and women. On the wizard's shoes, they burrowed into every crack they found, and then stretched deeper.

More grasses were twisted together in twos and threes, forming a large white net that bound the legs and feet of the prey.

Swish, swish, swish!

It wasn't until he saw the figures of those white grasses that the rustling sound reached Zheng Qing's ears. This kind of sound is so unpleasant, it gives people the feeling of itching somewhere on the body but not knowing where to start.

"boom!"

A jade bead fell from Jiang Yu's wrist and shattered in mid-air, turning into a blue flame that instantly ignited the ground within a hundred meters of radius.

In just the blink of an eye, the white grass turned to ashes in the green flames.

But the rustling sound is still heard.

Underfoot, you can see with the naked eye, between the gravel and ashes, the white grass sprouts one after another delicate leaf tips.

"This can't go on like this."

Zheng Qing murmured, tilted his face close to the witch's ear, and whispered: "Stand back and keep an eye on Zhu Si and Minotao... I'm going to shoot."

Jiang Yu nodded silently and quietly took a small step back.

The wizard took a gentle breath, raised the talisman gun in his hand, and aimed it in front of him - as far as he could see, there was a splendid color, and the dead woods were flexing their teeth amidst the rustling sound.

His finger slowly tightened on the trigger, and just as he was about to pull it, a flash of color suddenly flickered in his sight, revealing a gap. The background of the gap is the night of the black prison. There is a bluish-white light group above the night with a faint starlight. In the starlight, a black cat is jumping around, fighting with the colors flowing around it. From time to time, it waves its claws to clear the darkness. Scratch the branches that stick out from the middle.

It is my own shadow.

Zheng Qing looked into the dark red eyes of the black cat, felt the familiar aura, and immediately stopped his hand. With one shot, the black cat would be half disabled if not dead.

If this direction doesn't work, then try another direction.

Zheng Qing did not hesitate, turned the gun and chose the side - the dead forest was so big that no matter which direction he fired, he could blast a path.

But this time, before he could take aim, the shadow of the black cat appeared in his sight again. It’s still the scene of fighting with tree monsters and colors.

The wizard frowned and his face became a little ugly.

Monsters that can survive in the Black Prison have a keen intuition of danger. It is obvious that the owner of this dry forest is aware of the threat of rune guns and has also found a way to deal with it. But Zheng Qing didn't know whether it confused his senses or created an illusion in front of him.

No matter which one, he couldn't solve it immediately.

Seeing the wizard turn his gun around again and again but without making a move, Jiang Yu realized that the situation had changed and asked in a low voice: "Is there anything going on?"