The middle-aged monk squatted in the pit and kept digging hard. The dignified monk was actually sweating profusely from exhaustion.
In a short period of time, a big hole was dug in the ground and soil was thrown everywhere.
At this time, with a joyful expression on his face, he was sifting out the raw gemstones one by one, and then throwing them into his pocket.
For the middle-aged monk, this is a rich harvest that he has never had before. Even if he is forced to leave in the end, it will be considered a worthwhile trip.
The reason why he suddenly gave up on meeting his companions was because he witnessed what happened in the illusion formation and knew that this forest was far more dangerous than he imagined.
In this case, the middle-aged monk took a step back and decided to take some of the raw gemstones with him.
Even if he is forced to leave the forest, if he adds the raw gemstones he obtained before, it will be enough for him to use for several years.
After a few years, when your cultivation level has improved, you can return here again and find ways to obtain more raw gemstones.
This is the middle-aged monk's plan. As for his fellow disciples, they can only ask for their own blessings.
Maybe when I leave, I can help them out, but if they don't last that long, I can only blame them for their bad luck.
The middle-aged monk thought that his fellow disciples came here just for the treasure in the forest, rather than sincerely coming to save him.
If it weren't for the existence of the treasure, they would never have ventured into the forest after discovering the existence of the phantom array.
When people with evil intentions think about problems, they always like to judge others by themselves, thinking that other people also have ulterior motives.
If given a choice, the middle-aged monk would rather have all his fellow disciples killed by the mysterious monster, so that he can keep the secret to himself.
By the way, there is also Tang Zhen, who must be killed together!
When the middle-aged monk thought of this, a flash of hatred flashed in his eyes. He felt that the fact that the matter had become such a mess had a lot to do with Tang Zhen.
If possible, he would never let Tang Zhen go, and must make his life worse than death.
While pondering in his mind, the middle-aged monk was still digging in the soil, trying to obtain more raw gemstones.
At this time, he did not notice that thick vines were approaching quietly, surrounding the pit.
Just when he discovered a raw gemstone and was about to put it in his pocket, those vines were like poisonous snakes pouncing on their prey, heading straight for the middle-aged monk.
Although the middle-aged monk was digging for ore, he kept his attention on his surroundings, guarding against danger.
Therefore, when the vines attacked, he was immediately aware of it and had to dodge to avoid the attack.
As a result, one vine was avoided, and the second vine rolled up immediately, and at the same time there was a third, fourth...
There were countless vines hidden in the grass, as dense as a swarm of snakes, and there was no possibility of escape.
In addition, there are those grass blades, all of which have become as hard as iron, standing on the ground like daggers, making it impossible for people to stand.
The middle-aged monk screamed when his feet landed, and he quickly jumped back into the pit from the grass.
Looking at his feet, they were already dripping with blood, and his pants were cut to pieces.
"Damn, what's going on?"
The middle-aged monk was shocked and angry. The scene before him seemed familiar, but it was far more serious than at the beginning.
These plants are so refined!
Tang Zhen's figure flashed in his mind at the same time. He felt that the matter was related to him, but it felt impossible.
If Tang Zhen really had such ability, how could he be left here until now? He might have already attacked or even killed him directly.
Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, but those vines attacked again, blocking all the middle-aged monk's exits from all directions.
In the pit, the middle-aged monk had no way to escape, and deep despair flashed in his heart.
His strength is limited and it is impossible to withstand the attack of the mutated vines. The only thing he can do at this time is to fight with all his strength.
If you can fight hard, you still have a chance of survival, but if you can't fight, you will end up with a narrow escape.
"ah!"
A scream came out, and the middle-aged monk was entangled in the vines, and then the hooks on the vines were pierced into his flesh, and he was bleeding in an instant.
There seemed to be poison on the hook thorns, and the wound was corroded and fester in an instant, with pus and blood dripping down the wound.
He tried to struggle out of the restraints, but the more he struggled, the tighter the restraints became, and he was soon tied into a big rice dumpling.
In this case, unless outsiders come to help, it is impossible to get out of the predicament.
The middle-aged monk understood this and stopped struggling. However, he did not accept his fate, but silently looked for opportunities to escape.
As a result, at this moment, the middle-aged monk heard footsteps, which seemed to be behind him.
"Who are you and why did you attack me?"
The middle-aged monk was nervous, guessing that the other party was the mastermind behind this, causing him to end up in this situation.
The other party is really hateful, but also very terrifying. At this moment, my life and death are in the hands of the other party, and the fear keeps coming like a tide.
The middle-aged monk didn't want to die, so he was eager to find out who the other party was. Is there any possibility of relaxation between them?
In the mood of fear and expectation, the footsteps stopped, and then a figure appeared in front of the middle-aged monk.
"Damn it, how could it be you!"
Looking at Tang Zhen standing in front of him with a cold smile on his lips, the middle-aged monk felt like he had been struck by lightning.
"Why can't it be me?"
Tang Zhen sneered, looking at the middle-aged monk tied into a rice dumpling, he felt an indescribable feeling of relief in his heart.
This middle-aged monk who could make a group of mercenaries bow to his orders and had strange methods now fell into his own hands.
It is impossible to say that there is no sense of accomplishment in the heart. It seems that the monks are not invincible.
Looking at the middle-aged monk with a shocked and confused expression on his face, Tang Zhen suddenly felt a little bored. The enemy he thought was invincible was now easily defeated.
The so-called monks are nothing more than that.
Shaking his head gently, Tang Zhen dug out a square box from the storage equipment.
After opening the box, Tang Zhen took out a diamond-shaped one with a blood-red gem inlaid on it.
Inside the gem, there was faint light flashing, and there seemed to be runes dancing.
According to the system's explanation, this is an item used to deal with captives and slaves, and the effect is surprisingly good.
If Tang Zhen wants to let the middle-aged monk mine for him, he must first control him and make him obey his orders honestly.
If there were no means of restraint, it would be impossible for these unruly guys to obey their orders.
Looking at the box full of controllers, Tang Zhen suspected that the system was intentional, otherwise how could he have given himself a box of controllers?
The middle-aged monk was stunned when he saw something appearing in Tang Zhen's hand with a wave of his hand.
He couldn't recognize it. This was a legendary method. Tang Zhen must have storage equipment in his hands.
Originally, he was still worried about his own safety, but now he was replaced by greed. The middle-aged monk held Tang Zhen tightly, trying to find where the storage equipment was.
He even couldn't help but start to imagine how beautiful it would be when he got the storage equipment!
"Hehe, you dare to have such delusional thoughts when you are about to die. You really don't know whether to live or die."
Tang Zhen just glanced at it and understood the expression of the middle-aged monk, with a flash of ridicule on his face.
"You'd better dig mine for me honestly, that way you can live for a while, otherwise I will kill you directly!"
Tang Zhen would never be polite to his enemies. As soon as he finished speaking, the controller in his hand had already hit the middle-aged monk.
The middle-aged monk could not avoid it, and watched helplessly as the controller stretched out its spider-like claws, and then landed on his forehead.
A scream suddenly came from the mouth of the middle-aged monk, echoing continuously in the forest.
