The flower swallowed at least two to three hundred undead souls in one mouthful. It contained all the undead souls in the huge flower bones, and the entire flower body was squirming as if it was digesting.
The location where the giant flower appeared was exactly where Zuo Feng mentioned that there were a lot of corpses. Presumably, among the two to three hundred undead that were eaten, there were also quite a few warrior-level corpses.
Green constellations came one after another. Han Ji did not use super-level spells, but the speed at which he constructed the constellations was too fast. He saw light green seeds with a strange light appearing between his fingers. He kept being bounced into the thick wall of corpses ahead.
It didn't take long for the giant flowers to bloom one by one in the insurmountable mountain of corpses. Every time the flower's mouth opened wide, as few as a hundred undead were directly eaten inside, and as many as more than three hundred, no matter how many of them there were. All corpses will be sealed in flowers...
"Charge over!" Han Jiqi flicked his fingers again, and another giant flower appeared.
At this moment, Mo Fan and others have arrived at the area where the giant flower has opened up. Only when they arrived here did he realize how huge the flower was. It was comparable to the size of the flesh-mound zombies at that time. Presumably, the flesh-mound zombies would be wrapped in it.
Once the demon flower swallows something, it will close tightly, and when it is opened again, the entire flower body will wither.
And those things eaten by it will completely turn into a pile of skeletons without any life breath, and die together with the withering of the giant flower!
This is probably the first time Mo Fan has seen high-level plant magic. When such a giant withered flower appears in the enemy group, and when Han Ji flies out with a snap of his fingers, no matter how thick the corpse wall is, it can't withstand it. Han Ji I don't know how high Ji's cultivation level is. He can throw high-level magic with the same frequency as Mo Fan's basic magic. He can see that the vast sea of corpses has become much thinner because of the withered flower seeds that Han Ji keeps popping in. !
The road was cleared, and the entire guard mage phalanx continued to move forward at the same speed as before.
Gradually, gusts of wind that were comparable to the claws of a ghost surged in from the front. The further forward the yin energy became, the colder it became. It felt like a person's soul would be cut into pieces by the yin wind!
The wind howls, ghosts cry and demons howl. What is certain is that they are very close to the evil abyss.
In this generation, most of them were scared to death even of the undead. As they climbed over the thickest wall of corpses, the number of undead in front of them actually decreased.
The wind boat gallops. Finally, we can see the terrifying evil abyss. It is an abyss that sinks without warning. The evil winds that can crush people's souls came out from here before.
"We can't move forward any further, otherwise we will be pulled in by the evil wind whirlpool of the evil abyss!" Zuo Feng hurriedly reported back.
The closer you get to the mouth of Desha Abyss, the stronger the whirlpool of the dark wind becomes. Now this distance is the limit that their high-level mages can escort. If you go further, once you are sucked by the dark wind vortex and want to get out, you must use stronger strength to crush this sucking force!
Han Ji glanced at the surrounding guards and mages and found that the wind boats they had built had been deflected by the suction force.
It was obvious that their formation could no longer be maintained intact.
"You retreat first, and we will escort you for another journey!" Han Ji said to Zuo Feng.
Zuo Feng nodded and immediately issued an order to let the scattered high-level mages choose to evacuate.
As soon as the evacuation order was issued, the stormtrooper lineup was significantly reduced by more than half. Only a few super mages and a phalanx of guards mages were left who could accompany Mo Fan and others.
Three or four hundred meters further. The power of the evil wind is far beyond everyone's imagination. Not only can the evil wind turn into a terrible whip and hit people's souls, it also has the terrifying power of entangling and sucking. No wonder the number of undead here has become scarce, and most of them have been killed. The dark wind whirlpool of the abyss was pulled into it! !
"We can only send you here... Oops, I can't retreat!"
"I'm here to help you!"
Duxiao's green-eyed beast also took steps with difficulty and caught another super-level mage who was moving involuntarily towards the evil abyss.
Du Xiao himself was not at ease either, so he hurriedly retreated with the others.
"You also retreat first!" Han Ji said to these super mages.
"President, what about you?"
"I'll give them a ride again!" Han Ji had already put on the magic armor, and he was fully armed with dark golden scales. After sweeping away his old appearance, he looked extremely majestic!
Han Ji glanced at the four people who were all in peace, and said with a little relief on his face: "The dark wind whirlpool has no effect on you. It seems that the door to hell is indeed open to the descendants of the ancient king. I hope you jump We’ll be able to live in peace after we get down there!”
Zhang Xiaohou, Fang Gu, and Su Xiaoluo all looked at each other. The dark wind whirlpool that even super-level mages could not withstand did not cause any harm to them.
Needless to say, Fang Gu and Su Xiaoluo are the authentic people living in the village. Zhang Xiaohou himself had stepped on the edge of the evil abyss before. The dark wind whirlpool did not involve him in the first place, and it certainly wouldn't happen this time either.
As for Mo Fan, in fact, he had already felt the dark wind dancing wildly. The three of them felt like they were being hit by an ordinary cold wind, while Mo Fan felt like a real ghost was tearing at his claws...
The three of them lived in peace and harmony, but he was attacked by the evil wind. It was obvious that he was not from a dangerous village at all, nor was he an orthodox Bocheng person.
Just when Mo Fan was about to quit, he felt a faint soul light emitting from the small loach pendant, surrounding him.
The soul light seems to be visible only to himself. It looks like a shrunken Styx lingering around the body, like a primary magic - water control. This power resolves the tearing of the evil wind, and only then can Mo Fan see Go up and do the same as the other three!
No matter what, this time thanks to the little loach, the Holy Earth Spring that turned into the Styx was squeezed out to protect himself, a descendant who fished in troubled waters, otherwise he would have been torn to pieces by the evil wind.
"I can only get here..." Han Ji is basically the only one left in this generation. He was willing to leave just to ensure that Sa Long could not attack them.
"This broken city will be left to you." Han Ji did not say any more sensational words.
Everyone has seen with their own eyes what this city is like, so there really is no need to say more.
Everyone nodded heavily.
Han Ji took one last look at Mo Fan and said with sincerity on his face: "Mo Fan, I've heard a lot about you. I hope you can bring us miracles, please!"
"How should I put it...just let it go." Mo Fan said helplessly and detachedly. (To be continued.)
