"Thousand-year-old tree demon? I seem to have some impression, but this tree demon seems to be an ancient demon clan. There is no trace of it in the demon domain for a long time. I didn't expect to see it in this Nether Forest." The dragon-headed little centipede continued the monkey demon's words. arrive.
"Brother Chulong, brother Liuer, you all know this tree demon? Why haven't I heard of it?" Little White Pig stared at the thousand-year-old tree demon in the shallow pond and asked curiously.
"Bai Wang, I'm not irritating you. Only the royal family of the eight demon clans are qualified to know these secrets of the demon clan. I miss you..., forget it, don't be angry. I happened to be chatting with the elders of the clan. Got it. Brother Liu Er, I'm curious how you know this thousand-year-old tree demon?" The dragon-headed centipede looked at the monkey demon with some doubts.
"Brother Chulong, there are some things I can't tell you yet, but please believe me, I have no ill intentions towards you. You are right, these thousand-year-old tree demons are an ancient demon clan and have been extinct for who knows how many years. Even the little King of Hell is afraid I have never seen him before. Look at his appearance. I don’t know what kind of monster he is going to be. Let him try this thousand-year-old tree demon for us first. But if an accident occurs, we must do our best to save him, otherwise all our previous efforts will be lost. It will all be in vain." The monkey demon frowned as he stared at A Lang, who was three feet away from the thousand-year-old tree demon.
The monkey demon's guess was correct. A Lang had indeed never seen a thousand-year-old tree demon. In a few years, some creatures that A Lang had never seen appeared in the Nether Forest. The unknown creature that appeared inexplicably aroused A Lang's great curiosity, and at the same time, it also brought a sense of uneasiness to A Lang.
Under the watchful eyes of the three pets, A Lang cautiously approached the Thousand-Year Dryad. The Thousand-Year Dryad seemed to be unaware of A Lang and was swaying in the wind, making a squeaky sound of sucking water.
"Hey, this wood is so moist!" A Lang murmured softly to himself while moving cautiously. When I think that I am the boss of this Nether Forest, there are creatures that dare to ignore my existence, and they still look carefree and content. This clearly does not take me seriously! The more A Lang thought about it, the angrier he became. Seeing that he was less than a foot away from the tree demon, A Lang lowered his body and prepared to kick the tree demon to death. There was a creaking sound, and a sound of rotating trees interrupted A Lang's sudden rise. Under A Lang's wide eyes, the thousand-year-old tree demon turned around, and a human face appeared on the trunk of the tree demon.
"Be a good boy!!!" A Lang was startled by the sudden appearance of a human face, and subconsciously flew towards the dryad's face and kicked it. Just as A Lang was flying, a huge pain came from the soles of his feet. A Lang looked down and saw countless wooden thorns emerging from the shallow pool and the ground around the shallow pool. Fortunately, A Lang was born with a different nature and the soles of his feet were not pierced by the wooden thorns. , but the pain coming from the soles of my feet was extremely severe. Alang groaned in pain, and was about to curse without any bottom line when another huge pain came between his buttocks. A Lang lowered his head and saw that two thick, large and extremely sharp wooden thorns were pressed against A Lang's buttocks. Because of A Lang's special physique, the wooden thorns still could not penetrate A Lang's body. After encountering resistance, two huge wooden thorns stabbed A Lang's buttocks, as if they would not stop until the goal was achieved.
In the blink of an eye, two huge wooden thorns carried out dozens of acupuncture attacks on A Lang's buttocks. The severe pain caused A Lang's lower body to spasm. "Ouch~" A Lang let out a heart-rending howl. , then covered his hips with both hands, stood on tiptoes, and staggered away from the attack range of the wooden thorn.
Seeing Alang escaping in embarrassment, the thousand-year-old tree demon waved its whole body as if celebrating, then turned around the tree, spit out a long twig again, and leisurely sucked up the water from the shallow pool.
"Tsk, tsk, it seems that this thousand-year-old tree demon has some abilities. I didn't expect that the little King of Hell would also have this day. Damn!" The little white pig felt relieved when he saw Alang being tortured.
