C51 (1/2)
It was too fast, and at lightning speed, the ghost vine wrapped itself around Fan Mu's legs. The Dark Gold Marsh Frog's saliva had a strong corrosive property, and faintly, Fan Mu felt a burning sensation on his legs.
He didn't have time to organize the information. After everything was ready, Fan Mu shouted, ”Spikes!” Red needles started growing on the ghost vine, and purplish black venom would occasionally appear on the tip of the needles, making people panic.
The venom slowly seeped into the Dark Golden Mud Frog's skin and flowed through its tongue all the way to its body. A numbing sensation immediately engulfed its body. Taking advantage of this, Fan Mu quickly used his legs to pull himself out of the tongue.
Fan Mu used his hand to feel the bandages on his leg. The clothes covering his legs had long since become extremely tattered, and his left leg was already swollen. Fan Mu's heart chilled; the situation was not good.
Seeing his companion injured, the Dark Gold Marsh Frog seemed to be enraged and swarmed forward. Seeing the spirit beast's spirit energy, Fan Mu didn't even have time to praise it before he swung his body and somersaulted three times, dodging the sharp tongues of the trees. Fan Mu didn't forget to cut off the trunk of the tree at his feet, afraid that the frog would chase after it.
”Wood Spirit Master.” With his previous experience, Fan Mu's control of his elemental energy had become even more adept. He watched as the trees grew taller, instantly increasing the distance between him and the swamps. ”Stop!” Fan Mu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and smiled bitterly, ”That was close. I didn't expect it to be so difficult to get a single herb. Fortunately, the forest is my territory, and that's all …” Just get out of here … I'm going, I'm coming again. ”
The Dark Gold Marsh frogs were not prepared to let this killer go. After staying in the forest for a long time, they actually learned how to climb trees. They followed the trunk of the trees and climbed up them one by one.
”My life is so bitter,” Fan Mu had already entered the stage where a smile would not appear on his face. Seeing the Dark Gold Marsh frog open its mouth and exhaling yellow smoke, Fan Mu shivered.
In order to avoid being tracked by the marsh gas, Fan Mu had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue to climb. There were too many 'enemies', and the earthen yellow marsh gas instantly spread through the forest.
Fan Mu was extremely conflicted. Right now, it was neither a war nor a war. The 'enemy' was pressing on him step by step, but it was all his fault. More importantly, he couldn't explain it.
”Alright, it's good that you don't hurt them.” Having made up his mind, Fan Mu started to chant an ancient incantation. Dark green dragon patterns flashed as he placed his hands on the tree trunk beneath his feet, ”Ten Cages.”
His spirit energy just happened to blend into the branches and circulate in the middle of the wood. As Fan Mu raised his right hand, a wooden fence immediately appeared below the belly of the Dark Gold Marsh frog. In an instant, Fan Mu gripped his right hand tightly, the wooden fence turning into a wooden cage and tightly sealing off the movements of the Dark Gold Colored Frog.
Dozens of dark gold marsh frogs were pinned to the tree trunk, but Fan Mu didn't dare to be careless. He used the ghost vines to wrap around the ten cages before calming down, sighing, and grumbling to himself, ”Just what in the world did I offend? Why did I run into such a problem? Forget it, living a life with more passion is good enough.” As he thought about it, his mood improved.
Now that the dark golden marsh had been locked up, it was time to consider how to bring the spirit grass back. Looking around, Fan Mu's eyes showed a hint of piety as he silently muttered, ”My fault, my fault, don't blame me, I was only there to save people.”