Chapter 156: No demons are seen in the deep mountains, there are monsters in the world

After hearing what the female cultivator in Tianyan Pavilion said, Wang Fuqiang directly looked at Hongling.

Hongling nodded and said, "It should be true, and you can feel some obvious aura."

Wang Fuqiang nodded, looked at the map, then looked left and right, and then said, "We don't know the exact location we are now, nor do we know which direction we can get out of the mountain as fast as possible, so we can only continue walking west."

Everyone nodded.

Wang Fuqiang continued: "I will lead the way, and everyone else will follow you. Sister Ling cuts the back. Be careful. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I'd better stop watching the sword for the time being."

After saying that, he said to Yu Qiuya, "Follow me closely."

Yu Qiuya nodded, and after Wang Fuqiang identified the direction, he moved forward.

After walking like this for a long time, he did not encounter any mountain spirits and monsters, but Wang Fuqiang did not dare to relax. Although his current strength and cultivation are not weak, this is the Yuanyang Realm after all, and it is a completely different rule. This is like when he first entered the sword energy mountains and rivers, whether it was human or demons, they were stronger than when he was in the demon world. Now he thinks that the same is true.

For Yu Qiuya and other monks with sword energy, entering the Yuanyang Realm and accepting new rules will have a huge improvement in their cultivation. However, for Wang Fuqiang, this effect is actually not great, and it can even be ignored. It is not only because his cultivation is already very strong, but also because he is not affected by these rules at all. It is just that the opportunity in his body flows faster.

In other words, once he really meets a very strong existence, Wang Fuqiang still has no confidence in winning, not to mention that he has so many people around him, and he has to take into account the safety of so many people.

In this way, everyone kept moving forward carefully. After walking for several days, they still didn't meet any mountain spirit ghosts. Wang Fuqiang couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

There must be these things in the mountain. The female cultivator in Tianyan Pavilion never lie about this, and Hong Ling also said that there is indeed some aura in the mountain, but it just didn't appear.

Even the female cultivator frowned, so when Wang Fuqiang looked at her, she said first without waiting for Wang Fuqiang to speak: "Really, there is such a saying in the genealogy of the entire Sword Qi Mountains and Rivers. The Nylon Mountains have always been the forbidden area of ​​major sects and the place for the training of major sects."

Wang Fuqiang nodded and said, "I didn't say what you said was fake, it's just a little strange. Why didn't these things appear?"

Bai Zhi said at this time: "Maybe it was because of the blood power of Sister Ling's body that shocked these ghost monsters."

Wang Fuqiang glanced at Hongling, nodded, and said, "It's possible."

Hongling curled her lips and said, "Why don't you say it's because you are too strong and these things are afraid of you?"

Wang Fuqiang nodded and said, "There is also this possibility."

Everyone was helpless. Wang Fuqiang was Wang Fuqiang, as shameless as ever.

Wang Fuqiang continued: "Anyway, no matter what, it is not a bad thing if these things don't appear."

Everyone nodded.

Wang Fuqiang looked around, and as always, he looked up and couldn't see the sky, and he didn't know how long he would have to walk in this mountain. He said, "Since that's the case, let's just use the sword. If you keep walking like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to walk out of this mountain in this life."

Everyone did not object, so they began to stand up with their own swords.

Because the female cultivator in Tianyan Pavilion was greatly damaged and she could not control the sword at all, she could only use the moon white dragon horse to carry it, which made Wang Fuqiang feel a little unwilling.

It was originally his own mount, but now he can only watch it and has to work hard to control his sword.

Wang Fuqiang thought, when he had time, he would get a carriage or something, and use it for more than one horse. Otherwise, such a divine beast would only carry one person, which would be a waste.

Thinking of this, Wang Fuqiang felt that imagination was not as good as action, so he slowed down and asked Yu Qiuya: "Is your spiritual boat still there?"

Yu Qiuya was stunned and frowned and said, "Here, but the rune power has been exhausted. What are you doing?"

Wang Fuqiang smiled and said, "It's naturally useful."

After saying that, they fell directly downwards, and everyone could only follow, with a look of confusion.

After Wang Fuqiang landed on the ground, he asked Yu Qiuya to take out the spiritual boat and then took a look. Although he did not have the power of runes, as long as he blessed some simple runes, he could still make it big or small. Wang Fuqiang, a similar rune, happened to be able to do it.

After holding the spiritual boat, Wang Fuqiang took out the flying sword nine hundred miles away and carefully carved some runes on the spiritual boat.

Seeing this scene, Hongling Baizhi quickly realized that Wang Fuqiang had done such a thing before.

Soon the rune took shape, and Wang Fuqiang frowned again.

There is a spiritual boat, but without a rope, it is impossible to put the spiritual boat on the Yuebai Dragon Horse.

He looked around and felt that there must be some vines in such a large dense forest, so he rushed into the dense forest and soon came out with a bundle of vines.

Everything was ready. Wang Fuqiang first changed the spiritual boat to a larger size, then fixed the spiritual boat with a vine, put the other end directly on the Yuebai Dragon Horse, clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "Do it."

At this time, if everyone doesn't understand what Wang Fuqiang means, they will either be stupid or fool.

Wang Fuqiang first walked onto the spiritual boat, and then said to everyone: "Come up, get off at the ready."

Yu Qiuya also walked upstairs, stood beside Wang Fuqiang, and said with a smile: "It's a blessing for you to think of it."

Wang Fuqiang smiled and said, "Of course, who am I?"

He continued: "After all, the sword is consumed too much, and now it is the chassis of the Yuanyang Realm. If something happens, it will be good to save more strength."

Yu Qiuya nodded and asked with a smile: "But can this horse move?"

Wang Fuqiang stared and said, "If you can't pull it, you will slaughter the meat. Keeping it not only wastes food, but also damages the reputation of the divine beast."

The moon white dragon horse in front of him shuddered. What Wang Fuqiang said was really possible. At the same time, he felt a little bitter. He was a divine beast after all, but now he has become a horse pulling a cart. Isn’t this harmful to the reputation of the divine beast?

But this kind of thought can only be kept in my heart. If I really want to say it out, I am afraid I will be really going to be blamed.

It had heard some news when it was at Yunling Sect, saying that this guy had roasted the dragon and ate it. Maybe he had wanted to taste his meat for a long time, so it would be better to be careful and never give him this opportunity.

As everyone got on the spiritual boat, the moon-white dragon horse let out a clear roar and then pulled the cart hard, without any complaints, but instead showed a little happy.

So, in the nylon Mountains west of Yuanyang Realm, the place called the forbidden area by Yuanyang Realm, there was a horse pulling a spiritual boat and carrying five people to the east.

In the west, on the edge of the Nylon Mountains, countless monks from Yuanzhong Realm are looking for monsters and ghosts in the mountains in the mountains, either slaughtering or recovering them. This is what is called experience.

Most of these people who have experienced experience are some sects, and of course some scattered cultivators, but most of them can only deal with the lowest level of monsters and ghosts in the marginal areas, while the sects can go deeper, but they are accompanied by their master elders to prevent accidents.

At this moment, a sect's son was walking alone in the mountains, looking a little embarrassed, his clothes were cut by thorns, revealing his flesh and wounds.

He was obviously lost and should have been separated from other disciples of his sect, so his face seemed a little anxious and even a little scared.

The deep mountains were quiet, only his footsteps were rustling with the leaves, and sometimes he would step on some dead branches, making a crisp explosion. This sound would always startle the monk of the sect, because in this mountain, any sound could awaken the surrounding beasts.

Soon he saw a river, and the sunlight blocked by trees also fell on this river, which was a little dazzling, and was reflected by drinking water, and it was indescribable beauty.

The monk of the sect was overjoyed. He had been walking alone in the mountains for so long, and had already eaten up the water and dry food he carried. He was hungry at all, but he felt really uncomfortable when he was thirsty, so he didn't look like anything at all and rushed towards the river directly.

It was originally only a few steps away, but after walking a few steps, he found that the same distance was still the same. However, he didn't think much about it and accelerated his pace. After walking like this for a while, he finally came to the riverside and lay directly on the river bank, buried his entire head in the clear river water, and swallowed the cow and drank it.

After drinking, he raised his head with satisfaction on his face, but he quickly frowned because in the clear river water, a figure of a person and a woman were reflected.

He suddenly looked up and saw a woman standing next to him, a very beautiful woman, so he was a little stunned for a moment.

I just drank a lot of water, but at this moment he felt his throat dry.

The master said that at the foot of the mountain, the more beautiful the woman is, the more likely she is to be a demon, because they are good at confusing the world with their beautiful appearance. When people are unprepared, they either eat their hearts or absorb the essence and soul.

He wanted to draw the sword, but found that his sword was no longer known where it was thrown. So he took a look around and found that it fell into the grass not far away. He wanted to pick it up, but he was worried that this beautiful woman would take action.

He remembered what his master said, "At any time, you cannot let your sword leave your hand, otherwise it would be like seeing death."

He actually didn't care much about these words when he listened to them. Sometimes he even forgot them after hearing them, but now he remembered them all, and felt that what the master said was right.

It was only then that I realized this, and it seemed that it was a bit late.

The woman asked with a smile, "Little brother, are you lost?"

The monk did not answer.

The woman continued, “Do you want me to take you to a fun place?”

When she said this, she was like a beautiful ribbon, floating in front of the monk.

The monk wanted to move, but found that he could not move at all. In an instant, the acupoints around his body seemed to be controlled by something.

His face was pale and his heart was ashamed.
Chapter completed!