Under the night, in the jungle of the Mountain of Death, the scarlet moonlight accompanied by thick demon fog.

There was a rustling sound on the ground, and I don’t know what poisonous insects were gathering to crawl.

On the treetops, a three-tailed demon fox looked back and forth with red eyes, carefully observing the surrounding situation.

Suddenly, the foxes on her neck stood up one by one, and the moonlight shone on the rows of colorful centipedes on the ground were crawling onto the trees.

On the trunk, Chen Changan meditated and healed his wounds. His purple palace suffered severe damage, and his spiritual energy ran around uncontrollably.

If it were an ordinary monk, he would have died of explosions, but Chen Changan's spiritual power was not powerful, so it did not harm him.

After a period of warming up, the gaps in the purple palace slowly heal and reshape the thirty-six great circles.

Chen Changan's eyes opened and he felt extremely uncomfortable immediately. He quickly sacrificed the Shengshan Bowl and covered himself and Qingle.

Centipedes, covered with colorful shells, crawling around outside the Shengshan bowl.

The thousands of feet and tentacles made people chill. Their teeth gnawed at Shengshan bowl and made a crackling sound, which made Chen Changan's head chill.

"Where is this ghost place?" Chen Changan asked with a tough forehead.

"This is a mountain of death. They all want to kill you, but they dare not come in here." Qing Le saw him awake, his tense expression relaxed a little, but he still stared outside.

She was not afraid of these centipedes, but the number of them made her feel a little scared.

"A mere centipede can't bite my Shengtian Bowl at all." Chen Changan said with a smile, not knowing whether to cheer him up or comfort Qingle.

But there was a little bit of force in the laughter, and this kid was not sure.

Suddenly, all the centipedes stopped gnawing, as if they were afraid of something.

They didn't dare to move, and the whole forest was particularly quiet.

A pair of green eyes lit up in the forest. Wherever they walked, thousands of beasts crawled, and they did not dare to make any sound.

I looked carefully at the monster's human face and bird body, with two green snakes hanging on its ears, hanging on its earlobe, swaying around and constantly spitting out letters.

The green eyes flashed from time to time. Its feet seemed to be hanging in the air, and there was no movement when walking on the ground. After closer inspection, it found that there were two small snakes on the soles of its feet, red all over, twisting and moving forward.

Chen Changan also kept his breath tightly. Looking at the monster, he felt a sense of danger and could not breathe in his suppressed breath.

Qing Le next to him is nothing. Even such monsters can hardly suppress the most spiritual nine-tailed demon fox in his bloodline.

Fortunately, this monster was not interested in Chen Changan. If this thing was killed when it saw a living thing, it would probably have been exhausted in the forest.

"What the hell is this?"

Chen Changan asked the sky speechlessly, hating the group of bastards who forced him into this situation.

And when he ran away, he vaguely heard the bald donkey and wanted to find Xuan Wei's trouble.

From the time I went to Taixu Palace and entered the world of immortal cultivation, I met people I was either withered and cold, or selfish.

Only the Qingmu clan leader of Qingqiu Mountain and the Uncle Xuanwei of Taihua Sect made him feel good, but now he has no strength to protect Xuanwei.

"No matter what, no matter what, I have to go back to save people."

Chen Chang'an said in his heart, and soon his thoughts were pulled back by the gnawing sounds that sounded again. The colorful centipedes around him began to bite their own Shengshan bowl again.

Qingle seemed to feel a little uncomfortable and wrinkled his nose: "Brother Chang'an, let's go out and kill them."

Chen Changan hesitated for a moment. These insects were obviously highly poisonous, and the things were dense, and I don’t know how many of them were. If they were poisoned, they would probably have even gnawed their bones.

At this time, the tree suddenly shaking violently, and the centipedes fled in all directions.

Chen Changan secretly shouted "No, is there another monster coming out?"

Qingle pointed to the top and saw a bird's nest above the giant tree.

A strange bird next to the bird's nest is about the size of a child, with a pair of pointed beaks, like a hook.

Its eyes were particularly sharp, staring at a yellow viper trayed on a tree.

Birds and snakes are really natural enemies. This looks like another low-end version of the dragon and phoenix fight.

Chen Changan had no idea to stay here to watch, but Qingle was interested, and his red eyes turned around.

Chen Changan vaguely remembered that it seemed that Ji Yu once said that for their demons, plundering the inner alchemy of other monsters and swallowing and exhaling spiritual energy are two ways of cultivation.

It's really cruel...

"Let's go and have a mantis stalk the cicada and the oriole behind. When both of them are injured, we will go up again." Chen Changan said carefully.

When Qingle ran for his life on his back, he was also injured. I don’t know if it was beaten by those bird monks or the injuries suffered in the forest.

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About a quarter of an hour later, a broken bowl was in the Mountain of Death and fled in a hurry.

After the strange bird killed Huang Kui, it became more and more courageous, chasing the man and fox who were waiting to reap the benefits of the fisherman, and fled in a panic.

Chen Changan ran away while scolding: "Lu Ping, this bastard, won't leave sooner or later, and he will run away when he needs him."

Without the blessing of the light body seal, the strange bird chased Shengshan Bowl and pecked him around, and soon a hole appeared.

Qingle lay on his back and shouted: "Run, Brother Chang'an, run faster... Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Chen Changan was in a panic and ran around in this mountain of death covered in night. It was probably something that the cultivator of the Heavenly Tribulation dared not do.

When I opened a bush covered with withered vines, I suddenly realized that a majestic and magnificent ninth-grade lotus platform appeared.

The broken pieces of jade overlapped and staggered, and there was no flat ground within ten feet of radius, reaching the sight, and there was even a single blue brick with a slightly shaped shape.

The fire burning on the ground is very familiar, it is the true fire of Samadhi outside.

Chen Changan opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. Qingle's face was pale and stunned.

Suddenly, a stone lotus not far away collapsed.

Chen Changan's eardrum was almost broken and buzzed, followed by a second and a third roar.

He had seen Yun Yin's two golden lotus, and also saw the four golden lotus of the treasure mirror. The Ku Xuan was the six golden lotus.

But this is the first time I have seen the Nine-Petaled Golden Lotus, but unfortunately the first time is the last time.

This golden lotus seems to have been with it for a long time. Chen Chang'an and Qingle are the last straw that overwhelmed it.

The Nine-petal Lotus Platform collapsed with a bottomless abyss below.

The two of them, together with Shengshanwan, were pulled into the darkness by a huge force.

Chen Changan couldn't even tell whether he was fainting or awake, whether he died or lived, and he didn't know how long he had fallen in the darkness.

Time and the five senses seemed to fade slowly. Suddenly, with a "touch!", the back hit a stone, and sand and dust fell.

"It hurts so much!"
Chapter completed!