Although this dagger is not as good as a high-grade magic weapon, the Golden Ring, it is still a mid-grade magic weapon!

The next moment, before Mu Wen could make up his mind, he cast a powerful spell at the risk of alarming others.

puff!

A strong pulling force came, pulling his entire body into the soil!

There was only a small hole left on the ground, which was quickly covered with soil by the curled-up tree roots...

…

"Woo!"

Mu Wen didn't know what happened, so he fell from the top of the cave and was badly injured.

And soon, his limbs were wrapped around tree roots from all directions, and he was lifted into the air and turned into a big glyph.

He looked forward, his eyes widened suddenly, and he saw an indescribably terrifying giant tree.

Fang Xi was sitting cross-legged under the demon tree, connected to the demon tree through an air root.

"This...evil cultivator? Monster?!"

Mu Wen screamed, but found that his storage bag, magic weapon, and dark vial were all wrapped up in tentacles and sent to Fang Xi.

"Oh, isn't this my little nephew?"

Fang Xi opened her eyes, walked over in a leisurely manner, and looked at Mu Wen: "Why do I have time to come to your uncle today? Is it still night?"

"this……"

Big drops of sweat fell from Mu Wen's forehead. He wanted to use his magic power, but found that all his magic power seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't help but become more desperate.

Fang Xi took the black dagger and threw it aside casually. Then she looked at the black vial and opened it with the tentacle from a distance. She saw that the tentacle began to turn black and decay...

"It's really hard for you. You can even find poison like 'Hundred Dove Poison', which is very lethal to monks in the middle stage of Qi Refining..."

Fang Xi controlled another tentacle and capped the small bottle. Although the poison was of no use to him, he still had to be cautious: "But, I don't understand, why are you targeting me, uncle? Just because

Uncle, am I rich? Oh, and Emerald Cliff is far away from Mirror Moon Lake, so you are not afraid of any noise? If you choose the mother and daughter of the Twin West Peaks as your target, there is a danger of someone having too much eyesight? Or are you still resentful?

Didn’t I lend you the spirit stone before?”

Mu Wen looked at Fang Xi in surprise, feeling that this man had captured every one of his thoughts.

And this cave, the demon tree... This man is definitely an old devil who has been around for many years. He was so frightened that he burst into tears: "Uncle, please forgive me, for the sake of our ancestors... wuwu..."

The next moment, his mouth was blocked by wriggling vines, making it difficult to make any sound.

"Don't be afraid, eldest nephew, your uncle will let you go as long as you do a small favor..."

Fang Xi took out a dusty seed and came to Mu Wen: "Uncle has never been able to receive the inheritance of puppetry. I can only figure out one by myself. Please help me improve it..."
Chapter completed!