The farther away from the huge iron lock, the colder the air became.

In the strange python-like woods, the blanket under your feet is very soft to step on.

I attached my thoughts to my side to protect the few people around me.

Wang Qing and the others have only one task to figure out what is blocking them, and whether this place is dangerous on the ground.

That's why they're still with us.

The atmosphere here was quite oppressive, and the bright light above the head was completely unable to shine into the snake forest.

This kind of strange place must be accompanied by risks that we don't know, so we all raised our vigilance, and after walking for about an hour and a half, Wang Qing's men, the strong man with a huge backpack on his body, finally approached the upper limit of his physical fitness, and there was no way to go on.

This can't be blamed for not working hard, or not being physically strong.

They have the supplies we need, and the things they carry are enough for us to survive here for half a month.

In addition, Zheng Fatzi seems to have something else going on, and he should have been prepared before he came.

These people have traces of practicing the body forging exercises, and I am afraid that their physical strength has already exceeded the upper limit of ordinary human beings.

By this time, hoarfrost had appeared on their eyebrows, and their movement was greatly hindered.

These people are like this, and Zheng Fatzi is naturally not much better, but Lao Bai and Huang Bawang, who don't seem to be uncomfortable.

I was also very tired, although the temperature here did not affect me at all, but it was inevitable that I would have to walk for such a long time to climb down from the ground at a height of thousands of meters.

"Rest in place for half an hour!" Wang Qing said after walking to a slightly more spacious and flat place.

I looked at Zheng Fatzi, who was already very embarrassed at this time, and obviously would not disagree to take a temporary break.

The mark they left behind in the Nine Palaces has disappeared, and we are just moving in the direction that the mark leads.

Now that I have time to rest, Zheng Fatzi and I sat on the ground, and the other two people were also responsible for guarding, and the rest of us all sat down.

Originally, Zheng Fatzi wanted to ask Wang Qing if there was a map around here or something, although electronic devices could not be used here, but the strange affairs department came here to explore a good opportunity, and it was impossible not to have a general understanding.

However, he was too tired to speak, so he couldn't ask the question.

I sat cross-legged in the middle of the small flat in the forest with my eyes closed, and bursts of aura rushed into my body, circulating back and forth, and finally became my mana.

This kind of opportunity doesn't happen very often, no matter how evil it is here, the majestic spiritual power is indeed real, and cultivating here is much faster than cultivating outside.

Cultivation has a great relationship with the environment, and bursts of aura swim in my meridians, directly dispelling the fatigue in my body.

Naturally, I will not be defenseless when I am cultivating, in fact, it is best to be vigilant when cultivating, which is something that every monk who has been taught by the master knows, and while Wang Qing and they are not paying attention, I have already arranged a small spell for vigilance by my side.

Just as I was immersed in my cultivation, the sound of a ballad of prayer appeared in my ears again.

It may not be appropriate to say again, because the sound of prayer has not died down since I came down.

The difference is in the size of the voice, which has grown a lot louder and clearer along the way.

I'm not an inexperienced hairy boy, and this sound can't be my auditory hallucinations all the time.

At this point, the prayer became louder again, as if someone was talking in my ear.

It was a myriad of voices praying, and I could feel it, but I couldn't find their place or understand what they were praying for.

I thought about it for a while, but I still didn't tell me about it, because if I said it, Wang Qing and they would not only not be able to help me, but would also be suspicious of me.

Although I didn't say it explicitly, my vigilance has been mentioned as the best, and I am always on guard against possible dangers.

Trees shaped like snakes surrounded us, as if there was a group of monsters surrounding us.

Ten minutes passed, everyone had almost rested, and before the time was up, Zheng Fatzi stood up and came to the bottom of a crooked strange snake tree.

He approached the strange tree with the cold light stick in his hand, and saw that the bark of the strange tree was like layers of scales, and the bark was all piece by piece, one-third round, and the bark had dry cracks.

If this guy can stop there, we can stop a little longer.

However, there are not so many ifs in the world, and Zheng Fatzi has lived for so long, but he still hasn't been able to polish his curiosity.

He reached out and grabbed the scaly bark of the strange tree, grabbing it downward.

With a 'click', the scaly bark broke, and then the strange tree screamed.

The sound sounded very miserable, and it was somewhat like the cry of a crow.

A stream of sap or blood spurted out from under the bark, and if it wasn't for Zheng Fatzi's quick hiding, I am afraid that he would be sprayed directly on his face.

The sound of Zizi sounded, and I saw that the place where the blanket on the ground was poured was as if it had been splashed with strong acid, and a burst of white smoke accompanied by a rather strong rancid smell disappeared in an instant.

And that's not all, the carpets on the ground seem to sense the danger and run away, maybe the word is not used properly, because they don't have legs at all.

The carpet fled or squirmed so fast that in the blink of an eye, there was an empty spot near us.

That's when we got a real down-to-earth feel.

It's a good feeling, and it would be even better if there weren't so many bones on the ground under the blanket.

That's right, beneath the blanket is a layer of miserable white bones that seem to have lost all their nutrients and shatter at the slightest touch.

We didn't have a chance to observe these strange bones, because the strange tree that had been broken off a piece of bark by Zheng Fatzi. Suddenly came to life.

After the strange tree screamed, the python-like branches began to move, and as they looked, they bent and pounced on us.

We had all seen the tragedy of the carpet being drenched in sap, so we did not dare to approach it, but turned and ran.

Several of Wang Qing's men were still carrying heavy packages, and one of them was a little fuller, and his waist was directly entangled in the branches that came from behind.

(End of chapter)