Deep in the barbarian forest, in a green forest, in a curtain of light. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Liu Cheng felt like centuries had passed. The surrounding space is disillusioned, as if it has experienced nirvana and rebirth.

But his forehead was a little faint, and the circle around his body stopped this annihilation. It is like lighting a fire at night, bringing light and making people feel peaceful.

The ape king stopped and bowed his head, because he felt the glimmer of the god, awakened from the darkness by that "god", and returned from an unknown and terrifying world, he stared at the halo in a daze, and finally turned to see Liu Cheng.

Looking at each other, although Liu Cheng had been prepared, when he really faced the Ape King, he couldn't help but flash a faint fear in the depths of his eyes.

This is the innate awe of living beings, or it can be called a sense of crisis and alertness, because the life in front of you is invincible, and the body will warn you.

The ape king is very powerful, more than ten zhang high, like a tall building. His ape body was covered with long white hair, which seemed to be soft, but Liu Cheng knew that the defense of the ape king's hair was also amazing, and it played a great role here in the previous battle between the ape king and the red-winged viper.

However, at this time, the beast eyes of the ape king were very godless, and his pupils were dilated, although he looked at Liu Cheng, he did not reveal much emotion.

This kind of "god" is too weak, almost all of it is used to wrap and protect Liu Cheng, and its impact on the ape king is very limited.

"Whoa... Roar! ……”

A subtle sound came, almost inaudible, and it was not human, but Liu Cheng heard the meaning of the sound clearly. This is the king of the apes transmitting the sound, intermittently, communicating with his soul, dissuading him from leaving quickly, warning him that danger will befall here.

Psychic voice transcends racial and verbal barriers, and ignores the influence of media and environment. This is a spell, although it is more popular among Terran monks, but it was never thought that a barbarian ape that had not become a demon could also control it.

However, Liu Cheng was also relieved, he knew that the Ape King cultivated a soul collection technique, which was more complex and rare than the sound transmission method, so when he thought about it, it was not too unbelievable for the Ape King to control a simple sound transmission technique.

"Leave... Dangerous! ……”

The Ape King transmitted the sound again, this time more gently and subtlely, like a mosquito, resounding in Liu Cheng's heart, if it wasn't for his attention at this time condensed enough, otherwise he would probably ignore it.

"Ape King, how are you?" Liu Cheng reacted and hurriedly asked, wanting to know about the situation here.

“… Dongtian...,... Fast... Leaving ......"

The Ape King paused for a long time with each word, and it seemed that the next moment he would be silent. It's really hard to spread the sound here, because most of the mind is imprisoned by unknown forces.

Liu Cheng concentrated his mind and heard the general meaning of the ape king, and his heart was shocked.

This is actually a cave in the sky, and it is collapsing, and the ape king is trapped here, touching the deepest array and pattern, and there is no way to escape.

Dongtian is a small world independent and out-of-this-world, opened up by the Ancient Immortal Saint, which can last for endless years.

However, at this time, even the cave opened up by the Gu Immortals was also decayed, time and space were confused, illusions were numerous, and the real realm could not be seen, and soon there would be a real world destruction tribulation.

The cave collapsed, and I can't imagine what it would be! But in any case, the living beings in it will surely die.

Liu Cheng was very anxious and wanted to save the Ape King, because according to the patriarch, it was the Ape King who rescued him from the barbarian forest.

But there is nothing he can do, the power of mortals is too weak, if there is no "god" left by the gods, he himself should have been lost in the illusion long ago.

Suddenly, a large area of light on Liu Cheng's forehead dimmed, barely wrapping his body, and it was about to affect the Ape King.

“… Leaving ......"

The Ape King once again transmitted, for some reason, he took care of and loved the Terrans, just as he would save a monk in distress in the Barbarian Forest, and he did not want to let a human die in vain at this moment.

This place was already extremely unstable and could collapse at any time, Liu Cheng glanced at the ape king one last time, and finally made up his mind to accept that little bit of Yinghua's guidance, and turned to leave.

Returning the same way, Liu Cheng stepped a little bit, and under the guidance of the faint light, he finally walked out of the cave.

The crumbling void was gone, and neither was the darkness and boundless shattering. Everything returned to the primitive, the smell of the soil and the roots of the tree was exceptionally fresh, and the white light at the end of the passage was blank, and no one could guess what kind of world was behind this light gate.

At this moment, a cyan light and shadow flew out of the passage, with the sound of breaking the sky, like a flying sword tearing the sky, drawing a long beam of light in the passage, passing through Liu Cheng's scalp and slamming into the wall of the cave at the corner of the passage.

"Give...! Good ......"

At the same time, a subtle voice sounded from the depths of Liu Cheng's heart again, and the ape king finally transmitted the voice, and he used his last strength to throw a thing from the direction where Liu Cheng walked out of the cave, bequeathed it to Liu Cheng, and asked him to treasure and cherish it.

The voice was extremely slow and really inaudible, and Liu Cheng also understood the general meaning through the little information he heard, combined with his own speculation. But even so, he clearly felt the strong reluctance and attachment in the tone of the ape king.

It's not reluctance and attachment to Hongchen, but the pain and sorrow that erupts in an instant after losing the weight of life, the longing that has been accumulated by time for a long time.

Liu Cheng's nose was slightly sour, and he was touched by the words of the Ape King.

He thought back to his parents. The couple treated him really well, but they were gone forever at his most rebellious age.

I still remember that there was a quarrel with them that morning, but in the evening, when he came back from outside the city, he only saw two sets of cold corpses, and the long-hating eyes of Liu Ying, who was crying in his heart.

A brute beast, where did so much sorrow come from?

Liu Cheng looked at the corner of the cave wall, where a green flute was inserted, more than half a foot deep into the red mud, and a red silk thread was winding around the end. The end of the red rope was supposed to be an accessory, but now it was empty, as if someone had ripped it off, and only a broken thread was floating.

He approached, pulled the flute out of the cave wall, and patted away some of the sticky red mud, only then did he realize that the flute was missing, and there was a thumb-sized gap at the end of the red line.

This is a remnant flute, I don't know what kind of material it is made of, because it is very heavy to start, but it is not gold or stone.

The gap is uneven, as if it has been eaten by a demon insect, and above the gap, there is a neat "Qin" word engraved with it, which is delicate and elegant, and it seems to be written by a woman. Liu Cheng took a few more looks, and the word "Qin" seemed to have a demonic nature, and the charm he saw at every glance was different.

In a trance, he seemed to see the immortal coming to the world, leaning on the sky and playing the flute, and playing a song solo, ethereal and fluttering, lingering, not like in the mortal world.

Liu Cheng was surprised for a while, although he couldn't see the fairy clearly, but just by virtue of this shocking side, he felt that this was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Is this a fairy mark?"

Suddenly, Liu Cheng reacted and looked at the word "Qin" and muttered to himself.

He remembered that he had seen this demonic scar.

In the spirit, it is this interweaving of scars that makes an invincible supernatural power. This is the trace of the Great Dao, each outline expounds and evolves the endless Tao and reason, and is destined to be intolerable to the world.

But at this moment, on a broken cyan flute, there are more than a dozen such traces that have survived forever, and they have been pieced together into a human script.

This is very untrue, because the Dao mark is not allowed to be passed on to the world, and even the memory will be erased, and it is impossible to keep it and last forever unless it is born with a divine object.

"The flute is a fetish! …”

Liu Cheng was shocked. It can only be explained in this way, the cyan flute is made of sacred objects, so it can carry the traces of the Dao!

But the green flute is missing!

A natural divine creature should have been immortal for eternity, but the flute not only lost its divinity at this time, but also had a gap at its end as if it had been eaten by a demon worm......

Liu Cheng looked at this gap, and suddenly felt a little frightened, as if there was a cold gaze staring at him in the dark, staring at him coldly.

He seems to have experienced this kind of cold and vicious eyes.

Suddenly, a blue-white lightning bolt struck the divine flute in Liu Cheng's hand, Liu Cheng was startled, the flute came out of his hand, fell to the ground of the passage, and was tightly choked by a fist-sized figure with a pair of poisonous pincers that seemed huge relative to its body.

It's that unusual scorpion! Liu Cheng finally recalled where that feeling of déjà vu came from. It all started with the poison he had encountered on the Ruin Mountain, with whom he had confronted and been stared at by its merciless gaze.

This poisonous insect, like a natural assassin, has no regard for life, and is extremely patient, and has followed all the way from Ruins Mountain to here!

Liu Cheng should be glad that the attack on the scorpion just now only wanted to seize the divine flute, and did not target his body, otherwise he would have become a corpse at this moment.

The divine flute has lost its divinity, and at this time, it has not bloomed its divine power when it is defiled by a poison, like a real ordinary flute, so ordinary that it can no longer be ordinary.

The poisonous scorpion climbed on top of the flute, spit out some foamy saliva dripping on the body of the flute, and the thin feet under its abdomen swayed at a high frequency, as if feeling something that made it happy.

When it finally touched the gap at the end of the flute, the scorpion squeaked and whispered excitedly, touching and grinding the gap with a small snout.

This was the first time Liu Cheng had heard the sound of a poisonous scorpion, like the chirping of a rat hiding in the shadows, sharp and harsh and tiresome.

Liu Cheng took out the dagger and wanted to compete with the poisonous scorpion for the divine flute. This is a bequest from the King of Apes, and it seems to be a supreme possession of the human race, even if it loses its divinity at this time, it really can't tolerate a poison to be desecrated.

At this moment, the poisonous scorpion was still intoxicated with the breath left at the opening of the divine flute, rubbing greedily, and seemed to have no defense against Liu Cheng.

But Liu Cheng did not act rashly. He knew that the scale armor of the poison was as hard as gold and stone, and it could not be broken by non-soldiers, and the dagger in his hand was only simply sharpened from the fangs of brute beasts, and it had not been engraved with a magic circle, not even a mortal-level soldier.

And the scorpion is only the size of a fist, and the speed is frighteningly fast, if you miss a blow, it will be very difficult to think of a chance.