Immediately afterwards, the screams came and went. Gang Leader Xiao discovered this secret, not because he stepped forward to check it, but because his feet were also pierced by several soft thatches, which made him scream in pain. After pulling his feet out of it, he listened in horror to the screams around him. After waiting for a moment, he said, "Let's go forward and find a rocky hillside without plants to rest, where we should not be attacked by these monsters." ”

The disciples agreed one after another, and the Xiao gang leader half-squatted on the ground with a single knife in his hand and slashed. The terrible grass on the ground was cut in pieces, but their knives seemed to cut through rows of steel needles, and soon the single blade in their hands was cracked everywhere. After cutting the thatch that stood in front of them in one fell swoop, they finally came to a huge rock.

This rock is dozens of feet wide, and of course there are no plants on the rock, so you can breathe a sigh of relief when you get here. And sitting on the rocks, you can see any changes that happen to the river ahead.

After the Xiao gang leader climbed the rock, he looked back and saw that the road he had walked was covered with blood, and it seemed that his legs and feet were really injured. Looking at these disciples who climbed up with them, they all left strings of blood marks behind them. I went up to the rock, grabbed my feet and took off my shoes, the soles of my feet were full of holes, blood was gurgling out, and I was screaming in pain.

And it's not just the people of the Jiaolong Gang who are called, basically the vast majority of people who come up have encountered this cone-like thatch. Others didn't know that soft thatch could turn into steel cones, while others didn't make a sound to warn them when they were pierced, and no one else noticed that soft thatch could turn into steel cones. So soon most of these hundreds of people were pierced by the thatch, and there was blood everywhere.

Many people who were close to the big rock noticed that it was a good place to hide from the terrible thatch. So they all scrambled to climb the huge rock, and there were not many people in the Jiaolong Gang, who were climbed up by these messy people. At first, they glared angrily, but then they simply pretended not to see it, after all, the rock was not theirs. If you really want to fight, these people have the same hatred for the enemy, all in order to climb the rocks to survive, but they are afraid that under the drama, they will also not be able to ask for it.

Soon the rocks were overcrowded and could no longer sit down. The others continued to look for other shelters, but all the way was the thatch of the steel cone. Many people used sticks, knives and axes to chop hard, and some farmers began to dig up the thatch on the ground with their hoes. In this way, there are relatively fewer injuries.

But they soon discovered that the monsters they encountered were more than thatch on the ground. The first to discover the more terrible disaster was Qian Shanren.

Although Qian Shanren was not in good health, after all, his martial arts were extremely strong, so with strong spiritual support, he took a hundred and ten family members and carried large and small strips of gold, silver and jewelry to Nanshan. When the soft grass on the ground suddenly turned into a steel cone, he was not seriously injured, because when he stepped on it, he immediately rose up when he found that he was injured, and the damage was minimized.

Qian Shanren reminded his family to be careful. And at that moment, suddenly his eldest son screamed, startling him, and he immediately knew what kind of pain his son was suffering. When I looked up, I saw that my son was entangled in a line of branches and pulled into the air.

Then more and more people in the family were pulled into the air, like a wrapped cicada wing that could not break out of its cocoon. From their screams of intense pain, it could be felt that they were being eaten horribly by the limbs.

Qian Shanren immediately grabbed the crutches in his hand, put it on the ground a little, and his whole body flew up. The staff slashed a few branches in the flight, and his son fell. He hurriedly staggered to his son's side, and violently ripped open the branch that wrapped his son. But he was horrified to find that his son's eyes were wide open, and his neck was strangely flipped. The arms of the body are also twisted strangely, the body is strangled into the flesh by the branches, and the blood is dripping, if it is a little later, I am afraid that the body will be strangled by the branches like twisted flowers.

Although Qian Shanren was already very fast, he still couldn't save his son's life. He was angry and angry, and suddenly felt a branch behind him rushing towards him, and immediately turned around, and the cane in his hand flashed out quickly, and the branch that he had chopped flew around. Then he quickly checked on the other people who had been rescued, and none of them survived, all of them had been strangled to death. And they broke their necks and died, no wonder their screams stopped abruptly in mid-air.

Under Qian Shanren's anger, many other people on the mountain were also wrapped in this terrifying branch, swept into the air, and strangled to death. Some of them waited until the branches loosened people, leaving only a pile of twisted white bones, and the skin, flesh and blood were sucked clean by the branches, which was extremely terrifying.

And the owner of the iron window door and his disciples who walked to the other side of Nanshan also encountered a terrifying thing, after the soles of these people's feet were pierced. They were greeted not by the branches that could eat flesh, but by bushes and hidden parts. Like a spider spinning silk, it spewed out countless white silk threads, quickly wrapped the people around them, and pulled them into the bushes.

Unlike the branches, the white threads made the people unable to make a sound and lost their resistance. Soon the skin of the whole body turned dark green. It smells of putrefaction and emits an extremely unpleasant stench.

This is how the Iron Gate Lord's son died, and he was going crazy. Seeing their son turn into a corrupt corpse with their own eyes, they didn't know that these silk threads that suddenly stretched out from all corners like spiders were extremely poisonous. Once a person is wrapped, it can devour countless blood, and the venom will poison people to death, which is extremely tragic.

The mad monk ran to the back, so he was basically unharmed. When he found out that these people were suffering all kinds of strange injuries, he switched to tree climbing, jumping from tree to tree and climbing from branch to branch. On the way, he also encountered tree branches to intercept him, but under the shining sword in his hand, he cut down those branches.

So he didn't experience the thorns of the grass on the ground, nor did he encounter the damage of the branches. And those white silk threads, it seemed that they didn't have time to find his target on the tree, and he successfully escaped quickly.

Unfortunately, he didn't get far and got caught up in a terrible battle. His enemies are not people, but countless snakes. In an instant, the snakes surrounded him, some of them swooped down from the top of his head and bit him, and some of them swirled up the branches. Others are waiting for his back and direction, and they want to fight him to the death.

The mad monk was so frightened that his scalp was numb, but fortunately he had no hair, otherwise his hair would have stood straight up like a steel cone. The cutter in his hand flew up and down, cutting down countless hundred-flower snakes, but those snakes emerged endlessly, like earthworms turned out of the ground on a rainy day, and pounced on him in a clump. When he slashed the snakes, blood splattered, turning him into a whole bloody man.

The battle lasted for half an hour, and the mad monk knew that he had no chance of winning. Because the snakes that emerge from the depths of the mountains are like stabbing the hornet's nest, even countless times more than the hornets that fly out. He had been surrounded by him, and the big tree where he was not even visible to the grass, it was full of trees. And the trees around him were also crawling with snakes, spitting long red letters, and staring at him with cold eyes.

After discovering that there was no way to escape, the mad monk's will began to crumble. As a result, his legs, shoulders and hands were bitten by the white snake, and soon the venom made his body stiffen, and he could no longer calmly deal with the invasion of the white snake. He fell upside down from a tree and fell into the midst of the waves of flowers and snakes that surged on the ground. And soon drowned in it, and before he could even scream, he died in the midst of the flower snake.

It's not just for crazy monks, everyone who relies on their martial arts to move forward. The strung in often followed one tragic death after another, and the screams echoed between the South Mountains.

Yang Xianmao was more familiar with this area, so when he found that he couldn't stay in the water, he also took Gu's sister-in-law and them to the riverbank. He quickly found the direction where he had buried the grain, but instead of deliberately going to the tree, he was on another large tree not far away.

Before reaching the tree, the seemingly soft grass on the ground was kicked off by his steely feet, sweeping a passage until he reached the bottom of the tree. Before they arrived, the branches and white snakes they encountered were also cut off simply and neatly by the long knife in his hand.

So when they climbed up to the tree, they didn't suffer any harm. The tree is so large that you can lie down on the branches. Looking at the people who climbed onto the shore around and screaming, they died one by one, Yang Xianmao could only shake his head gloomily, he had no way to save him. Because as long as he leaves, the people in the trees will definitely be swallowed up by the branches that rush up from the gap.

It was no longer a flight, but a massacre, and the people who came ashore fell one by one, turning into a pile of rotting fish. Eventually, it turned into rotting corpses and bones.

When Yang Xianmao's expected half a month was still a few days away, the entire disaster shelter village was already covered by the scorched earth. Those who were lucky enough to remain on the boats and rafts eventually fell into the river and died, like chopped logs.

At the end of the day, there was no living person left in a river, except for a dense crowd of boats and boats.

And on Nanshan, the people who died from all kinds of monsters were one after another, and even died in piles.

In the back, they simply didn't look at it, anyway, no one climbed the tree that hid the grain, and trees like Nanshan could be seen everywhere. When Yang Xianmao and the others fled from the ship, they brought water and half a bag of fried noodles and fried rice. Therefore, three meals a day give fried rice or water to his family to tide over the difficulties together.

The days passed, and the other side of the river became a dead silence, and not even a trace of green could be seen, let alone people and water. It has become extremely black, emitting a foul smell, not only when crossing the river, but also those who died and fled into Nanshan have basically died, except for a few people with extremely strong martial arts who are still surviving.

And these people have no way to escape, so they can only hide in the mountains and wait for fate.

Time passed little by little, and Yang Xianmao ran out of food. Yang Xianmao immediately went to the cave where the grain was hidden and took out a bag of grain. Then I found pots and pans and food from the bodies that died on the side of the road under the tree, and lit a fire under the tree. After killing all the people, the strange flowers, trees, and beasts on the South Mountain did not attack the rest of the people.