"Well, let me guess, the way you kill people is to twist the neck, but the technique should be related to illusion and mind. You wanted to kill me not long ago, but unfortunately I didn't look back."

This time, the face of the locust tree spirit changed suddenly.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing knew that his reasoning was completely correct.

The night wandering god in Taiyimen's information clearly pointed out two things: first, the locust tree is dangerous; second, don't look back.

That's why he went deep into the ancient well and found nothing, because the well was not a problem at all, and the problem was the tree.

In addition, he was able to accurately judge the "illusion" because the name called by the female ghost was Zhang Yuanqing, not Yuanshi Tianzun.

Finally, when Zhang Yuanqing discovered the ancient well, he thought of a famous horror movie from a certain island country, so he had a psychological shadow and dared not peek into the bottom of the well.

Afterwards, the female ghost came out of the well, dressed in white, with disheveled hair, and no facial features, which fit the vague fear in Zhang Yuanqing's mind.

"You pretended to talk nicely to me, because the illusion can no longer confuse me. After all, I have my mother's crouching pestle, which is immune to illusion." Zhang Yuanqing looked calm and analyzed the truth:

"You lied to me because you wanted to kill me in other ways. If the illusion doesn't work for me, then it's a physical attack?"

He glanced at the tree roots that were all over the wall, and suddenly stabbed down with a pestle.

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The tree root, which was as thin as a thumb, quickly burst into golden flames, and then turned into coke.

The tree roots crawling all over the wall were stimulated all of a sudden, and they all "lived" like a dense group of snakes crawling on the wall.

The locust tree spirit did not expect that this mortal from outside would have such extraordinary wisdom. Seeing that his lie was exposed, it simply stopped pretending and said sharply:

"Since you don't want to come over, then go to die."

The floor of the grotto cracked open, the fragments bulged, and thick tree roots broke through the ground, rolling towards Zhang Yuanqing like twisted tentacles.

At this distance, even without the red dancing shoes, Zhang Yuanqing could escape.

Sure enough, he wanted to trick me into approaching... Zhang Yuanqing did not retreat but advanced, a sliding shovel avoided the entanglement of the tree roots, shortened the distance between himself and the locust tree, and then jumped up, jumping several meters high, Dodged the sweep again.

More and more tree roots broke through the ground and danced wildly in the grotto.

Zhang Yuanqing moved and jumped between the tentacles with an elegant posture, no matter how hard the tree root tried, it just couldn't catch him.

If you don't subdue the red dancing shoes and only rely on the crouching pestle, the novice will face this level with a very high mortality rate.

thump, thump, thump...the red dancing shoes sprinted on the wall, avoiding the entanglement and beating of the roots, and flicked his knees, pushing Zhang Yuanqing through the siege and interception of the roots like an arrow, and crashed into the trunk.

Seeing the humans coming from the laser, the tree trunk showed obvious panic on his face.

boom!

The rocks at the base of the roots cracked, and more roots sprang up like a blowout, forming a wooden wall.

Zhang Yuanqing chiseled the Fumo pestle hard.

Golden flames spread across the surface of the wooden wall, and the burning locust tree spirit screamed angrily.

Zhang Yuanqing smashed through the carbonized wooden wall, and sent the sharp triangular edge of the crouching pestle hard into the tree trunk.

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