Yang Buwei looked up at the road up the mountain and said to Wang Gensheng: "Brother Wang, you have to be careful. If you slip and fall, the fall will be serious. Look at the thorns on both sides. If you fall,
It can make your skin burst open in an instant."
Yang Buwei was also a little helpless: How did these villagers get up there?
Did they climb up using hands and feet? There are thorny thorns everywhere on both sides, or do the villagers here have special skills to climb up.
Just as he was about to start climbing the mountain, Yang Buwei reminded: "Brother Wang, let's restrain our breath. If we are sensed by the demonic monk halfway up the climb, we will be in vain."
Wang Gensheng thought it made sense when he heard it, so he immediately started using magic to reduce his breath to a minimum.
At this time, if you were not a person with a high level of cultivation, you would never have discovered that these two people were monks.
Most monks would just treat them as ordinary people when they see them, and this kind of magic can only be done after reaching a certain level.
Wang Gensheng and the two of them had just climbed a few steps when they were enveloped by a force. He turned around and glanced at Yang Buwei. Seeing that he was in the same state, he said softly: "Brother Yang, let's just follow this force."
Climb up and find him directly."
Yang Buwei thought so too, so he made a gesture of acceptance to Wang Gensheng and climbed up the mountain without saying a word, but the way he used his hands and feet together made people feel very funny.
Since it was already getting close to evening, it was difficult to see the road ahead clearly. Yang Buwei had just climbed a few steps when his foot slipped and he stepped on a piece of loose sand.
In panic, I had no choice but to hold on, and the thorny thorns next to me stabilized my body.
Wang Gensheng quickly asked: "Brother Yang, are you okay? You just told me to be careful, but you should be more careful yourself."
After stabilizing his body, Yang Buwei crawled to Wang Gensheng's side. His face was red from holding back, and it was probably because his finger was scratched.
Yang Buwei opened his hand and looked at the palm of his hand. A strong smell of chicken feces assaulted his nostrils. There was not only blood on the scratched area, but also a layer of black mucus sticking to his hand.
"Brother Wang, I seemed to have caught something slippery in my panic just now. It stinks so bad. There is still sticky liquid on my hands now. What is this?"
Wang Gensheng turned his head and pulled at the side twice, and said with a smile: "There are many flowers of life and death growing here. There is a layer of sticky liquid on the flower crowns of these things, which is the chicken shit smell you mentioned."
After saying this, Wang Gensheng was stunned, as if he had thought of something. Yang Buwei saw that his expression was wrong and quickly asked: "Brother Wang, what happened?"
After Wang Gensheng came to his senses, he said: "This kind of ever-changing flower should not live in a place like this. It should grow in very dense old forests in deep mountains. Only places without sunlight are suitable for its growth."
"Look at the sparse trees here, it's impossible for them to grow, and they're still so lush. There must be a reason for this."
"Could it be related to that demonic monk? Could it be that he has enveloped the entire mountain?"
As soon as the words came out, Wang Gensheng was shocked and looked worried: "Brother Yang, if it is true as you said, then the cultivation level of this demonic monk is not low!"
At this point, the two of them couldn't help but become wary, and at first thought he was just a junior monk.
Nowadays, at least a mid-level monk can do this, and he is an intermediate monk who has entered the demonic path. In that case, his combat effectiveness cannot be underestimated.
The two of them continued to gather their breath and climb up, while at the same time being vigilant about their surroundings to prevent sudden dangers.
After climbing for about half an hour, Wang Gensheng saw a corner of the mountain temple not far ahead.
From the exposed corner, you can see that this mountain temple is very dilapidated.
He turned around and whispered to Yang Buwei: "Be careful, we're coming soon."
"clear."
After another two or three minutes of climbing, a dilapidated mountain temple appeared in front of Wang Gensheng.
The so-called mountain temple is just built with a few pieces of wood. It has no pattern at all. After countless years, it is already crumbling.
You can clearly see several thick pillars, which symbolically still support the entire mountain temple.
Seeing this, Wang Gensheng said: How could a mountain god live in such a dilapidated temple? Even if there were, there would be no time to protect this village. No wonder this village is so backward.
"Brother Wang, we are not here to see the scenery. Can you still sense where the power is?"
Wang Gensheng sensed it carefully and found that the power disappeared at some point. He looked at Yang Buwei in confusion and said, "That power disappeared."
"Then what should we do now? Should we go in and take a look? Or should we come directly to find him?"
After thinking for a while, Wang Gensheng said: "The disappearance of this power proves that he has discovered us, but he doesn't know our true identity yet. Let's stand here and sense it first to see if we can sense that power."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of sinister laughter came from the mountain temple.
"Hahaha……."
The laughter was simply breathtaking, floating in the air like a ghost, and a powerful force instantly burst out from the Temple of Injury.
Wang Gensheng cast a spell instantly, calming his mind, and then the full body armor appeared: "Be careful, Brother Yang, this person's cultivation level is not low."
Yang Buwei instantly made a gesture with his fingers and recited a spell in his mouth.
Following a string of obscure incantations, he shouted the Wind Control Jue, and suddenly a strong wind rose around the two of them. With a wave of his finger, a strong wind dispersed the heart-rending laughter.
Suddenly, the mountain temple exploded in front of Wang Gensheng's eyes, and he quickly took two steps back to avoid the flying ruins.
After a burst of smoke and dust, a man with long hair and exuding black energy appeared in the place where the mountain temple was. His eyes were like ghosts, staring at Wang Gensheng and the two of them. This made the surroundings full of aura.
A smell of death.
Wang Gensheng took a closer look and saw that his face was ugly and wrinkled, as if it had been burned by fire. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was a boy or a girl.
Seeing her long hair and a slight bulge on her chest, we can roughly judge that she is a woman.
But the aura emanating from her whole body didn't look like a living person at all.
Yang Buwei seemed to have noticed what was happening in front of him, as if a woman was walking out of the pile of dead people.
"Brother Wang, how can this be a woman? She can still exude such a terrifying aura."
Wang Gensheng smiled slightly: "Brother Yang, whether he is a man or a woman, dead or alive? I will leave it to you.