After Wei Shen activated the array, he took out two long-necked jade bottles of different colors, black and white. With a shake, the jade bottles floated to either side of the willow tree. Then, he expressionlessly cast several spells. Immediately, the white jade bottle lit up with a wisp of fire. Some flame marks appeared on the bottle, and with a puff, a thick, scarlet flame spurted out. The black jade bottle also shook, and the eerie white flame collected earlier flew out, turning into a mass of blue-white fire, like white clouds. Although Zhang Ling couldn't move, he knew things were bad. He immediately felt one side of his body intensely hot, and the other side icy cold. Wei Shen's hands danced up and down, with spiritual light constantly flying out from his hands. He calmly controlled the two flames. After a few breaths, the two flames turned into two thick fire snakes, one scarlet and one blue-white. They wrapped around the gray-white willow tree in circles. Zhang Ling only felt a great blaze of light before his eyes. One moment it was scorching hot, the next it was freezing cold. His entire body felt as if it were being pricked with needles. This was just the beginning. Soon after, the two flames turned into long ropes and wrapped around his body. The ghost willow behind him also began to tremble, as if it knew something was wrong. Then, all the branches on it turned into ashes, leaving only a thick tree trunk.

At this moment, the gray-green vines wrapped around Zhang Ling began to move, and then intertwined with the green vines on his left arm. In a few breaths, the gray-green vines covered half of his body, and then turned into countless tiny gray vines, like gray threads, drilling into his body. Zhang Ling felt itchy all over, and his body twitched unconsciously. The situation inside his body was even worse, with his blood and energy surging. His left arm swelled several times in size, and his muscles and blood vessels bulged. His whole body was a bluish-red color, which looked extremely strange. He couldn't help but let out a scream, and his body trembled non-stop. This state lasted for an unknown amount of time, until the vines on his left arm also formed dense, fine vines. Then, these vines spread towards his whole body, like silk threads, gradually forming a giant cocoon of gray and green. Wei Shen's face showed joy when he saw this scene. His hands quickly formed seals, and a low incantation came from his mouth. This time, his expression was a bit more solemn. With a wave of his hand, a small, thumb-sized round bead flew out. The round bead was greenish-blue, covered with a layer of hazy spiritual light. Wei Shen suspended the round bead in mid-air, a foot away from him. This was another main ingredient for the Human Origin Fiend Pill, a demon core. He had spent a great price to get it. Suddenly, Wei Shen slapped his chest twice, spitting out several mouthfuls of essence blood, forming a layer of bloody mist, which enveloped the green round bead in a flash. Next, Wei Shen's eyes were solemn, the hand seals in his hand were faster, and the incantation in his mouth was sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low-pitched. As he cast the spell, the blood mist in front of him constantly twisted and deformed. Then, he took out a white porcelain bottle, from which several red pills flew out, and he swallowed them all into his stomach. Thus, every once in a while, Wei Shen would spit out a cloud of essence blood, until the greenish-blue round bead turned blood red, and then he stopped. His face was pale, and he looked like he had suffered a great loss of vitality, but his eyes showed joy. As for Zhang Ling, at this moment, he felt his body was hot and cold. Two different sensations constantly tormented him. After an unknown amount of time, his senses were somewhat numb, and he fell into a semi-conscious state. Wei Shen pointed at the blood-red round bead, and this object flew to the top of the giant cocoon that Zhang Ling had turned into. Then, the giant cocoon slowly rotated, shooting out several cyan-gray vines, wrapping around the blood-red round bead and pulling it into it. In the following time, the giant cocoon continued to twist and deform. Before long, it formed a shimmering cauldron, with spiritual light flickering on it.

Seeing this, Wei Shen sat cross-legged on the ground, the hand seals in his hands changing不定. From time to time, he would cast a few spells. The spiritual light cauldron rotated in the air. Wei Shen released two streams of spiritual light, and with a flash of light, they shot into the two groups of flames surrounding the ghost willow trunk. Immediately, the two fire snakes turned into one red and one white fire ball, flying up and down around the spiritual light cauldron, releasing two thick fire lines that melted into the cauldron. After doing these things, Wei Shen repeated the hand seals he had made before, and chanted words again. ...... Inside the Light Spirit Cauldron, Zhang Ling's mind was confused, the surroundings were sometimes cold and sometimes hot, and dense blood-colored runes flickered on his body, slowly gathering towards his left arm. As these blood-colored runes moved, Zhang Ling's body also trembled rapidly, and his figure gradually became thinner. This scene lasted for an unknown amount of time. Suddenly, Zhang Ling felt a trace of icy cold air, opened his eyes, and his eyes were a bit brighter. Am I not dead yet? He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Looking around, he was in a huge ball of spiritual light. At this moment, he was naked, his body was skinny, and his bones were clearly visible, as if he had been drained. Only his left arm was intact, only emitting a cyan and red light, which looked very strange. Some small blood-colored runes also appeared on it, and these runes seemed to be constantly wandering and changing with life. And on the left arm, a vine stretched out, which was the vine parasitic on his arm. It was only several times thicker at the moment, and there were also many blood-colored runes on it. And he felt the icy cold air, which was emitted from a loess bead floating in front of him. At this moment, a thin layer of ice crystals condensed on the loess bead. Twelve days have passed again! Zhang Ling thought to himself, suddenly he found that the imprisonment on his body had disappeared, and he could move. It's just that he is extremely weak at the moment, and most of the breath in his body has disappeared. There is very little spiritual power left in the dantian. Twisting his body twice with difficulty, his condition was terrible. Zhang Ling moved his mind and wanted to command the vines on his left arm, but at this time the vines did not move at all. Although he is not dead yet, Zhang Ling feels that he is not far from death. Looking at the floating loess round bead, he reached out and grabbed this thing. This mysterious little bead can promote spiritual medicine, and it is a heaven-defying treasure. But now he is in such a crisis. The magical effect of this treasure is of no use at all. Suddenly he thought of something, reluctantly mobilized a trace of spiritual power, and hardly transported the spiritual power to his right hand, and a flash of spiritual light flashed on his finger. I saw that the thin ice on the yellow bead was crushed by him, and the spiritual light flashed a few times. The thin ice would be a small ball of thin mist. Zhang Ling moved his consciousness and ordered the mist to approach the vines on his left arm. After this vine was parasitic in his body, he found that the thin ice condensed by the mysterious little bead had a great attraction to it. Wei Shen seems to be interested in him because of this vine. If these mists are absorbed by the vine, he can't imagine what will happen.

But if you can destroy Wei Shen's plan, it's worth it to die. As the mist leaned on the vine, I immediately felt the vine on my left arm shaking. Then I saw that several small vines were separated from it, and they plunged into the mist in a flash. The vines shook excitedly, and the next moment they wrapped the mist in it. There's hope!