The emaciated traveler walks alone in the wilderness with few roads, and from here he travels westward, a precipitous place where mountains are higher than the other. In this mountain, fierce beasts, monsters, birds, mountain spirits, and water monsters emerge in endlessly. So there is actually no one here, no people who are willing to come here to beg for a living.

"Although the harsh government is fiercer than the tiger, but if you really encounter a place where there is no life, no one will come." The skeletal samurai climbed a hill and looked at the mountains and rivers in front of him. The double tone spread far and wide in this uninhabited place.

It's autumn now, the hills are high, the clouds of the Demon Realm in the sky are not very thick, there is still sunshine, and there is even really warm sunlight shining on the earth in some places. "If it weren't for the rampant ghosts and ghosts here, it would really be a popular place in the world today." The skeletal samurai sighed.

The place where Moriro was located was slightly undulating, and right in front of him, above the dark clouds of the sky, hung an extremely majestic snow-capped mountain—a spectacular view that could not be seen in Japan under any circumstances. Mt. Fuji is only half the height of the snow-capped mountain in front of you, which is the king of Shu Mountain in western Sichuan - Gongga Mountain.

The majestic snow-capped mountain pierced the demonic clouds in the sky, and the white peaks reflected the golden sunlight, and the snow-capped mountain itself was sacred, and there was no demonic energy within a radius of tens of miles. But the birth of demons and monsters does not only require demonic energy, and without demonic energy, they will also appear psychic.

In front of Sen Luo is the place where the demonic spirit of the walled city is formed, "The demonic energy is mixed and impure, but there is no blood and light karma......." The skeletal samurai looked at the walled city, and saw that the monsters with deer heads and pig heads were also learning from human beings to work hard to cultivate the land and make a living by farming.

This kind of monster, Sen Luo will not use the blade, "All beings are equal." This is the concept of this skeletal samurai. He knew very well that there were such honest monsters in this world, and there were also humans who were worse than ghosts - he had already seen a lot of such things in Dongying.

The skeletal samurai had no intention of disturbing the monsters, he was looking for a way around them, "There are roads everywhere, but there is no need to look for them." Sen Luo thought, and then he began to climb the cliff, which was actually more difficult for him. It's not a matter of strength, he's already a handful of bones, and it's not much heavier, but the tattered robe on his body is blowing in the wind, as if he wants to take him away by the way.

"Oh, that's a pity." Seeing that the tattered robe on his body was torn by the wind and turned into pieces of cloth and flew away, Sen Luo also sighed rarely. He is indeed a skeleton ghost, but that doesn't mean he wants to walk in the wilderness bare-chested, and if possible, he still wants to get a robe, a belt, and a hat.

It's easy to slay demons and monsters in this place, but it's even harder to find a robe. Therefore, although the skeletal samurai did not feel good, he finally climbed down the cliff in desperation, and tidied up his clothes, which could only cover the bones of his waist and some of his leg bones and ribs.

Sen Luo had a scabbard in his hand, his belt was shattered, and the clothes were really no longer good. When he walked towards the village, the youkai who cultivated the land also became quite flustered, and they all picked up the farming tools in their hands and pointed at Sen Luo. "Who are you?" A guy with a wild boar's head yelled.

At this time, Sen Luo's appearance was completely naked, and his iron-colored skeleton walked step by step, still holding a large knife in his hand, and these youkai who farmed the land were also extremely flustered. "Don't worry, I'm just trying to ......." Sen Luo struggled to feel inside the broken cloth bag, and in the end he only found six Yongle coins.

"I wonder if there are any old robes in your land that can be sold to you?" There was a kind of embarrassment in Senluo's tone. After all, it was a total of six cents, and it really didn't deserve any clothes, but although the small wine jug on his waist seemed to be worth a little money, Sen Luo would never sell it.

Seeing that this skeleton ghost was so kind, and the double tone was indeed a bit weird, the wild boar monster also approached very carefully, and looked at the six coins that Sen Luo put on the stone in the field, and the pig's head snorted. "Wait!" He motioned for a youkai with a horse's head to fetch something.

Sen Luo just stood quietly with the long knife in his arms, waiting for the movements of these villager monsters in front of him. At this moment, suddenly there was a barking of dogs in the sky, and black clouds suddenly converged. The youkai on the ground immediately began to flee, and the direction of their escape was their respective houses in the village.

Just as Sen Luo had seen in his memories of an unknown amount of time, the monsters had fled into their homes and closed their doors, not even the arrow tower walls built at the head of the village, just as the poor villagers had done when they saw the army coming.

What poured out of the black clouds were dogs, mastiffs and monsters with square heads and big mouths, all of them standing up, wearing armor and holding weapons. And above the black cloud, it looks like a giant wolf, and this wolf demon has never been transformed, but just lying on the cloud in its original form, from beginning to end, I am afraid that it is not more than ten zhang long.

As soon as the mastiffs hit the ground, they entered the village, split open the door and dragged out the little monsters hiding inside one by one amid a howl. "Hahahaha, what a fat pig! You can have a good time eating this time! A mastiff dragged the wild boar spirit out just now, and the pig spirit didn't dare to move with tears in his eyes, but just closed his eyes and waited for death.

"What are you....... It's called Grass Valley? A double tone sounded, and the mastiff monsters laughed wildly, "That's right! Seeing that you are a skeletal ghost, you are very knowledgeable, so you will go with us and make a fire with your bones. Look at you like this, I'm afraid this bone can burn, it's dry enough and tight! ”

Sen Luo also laughed, "In this case, it is difficult to be gracious, so I will teach you to wait for a good one." The skeletal warrior's right hand flicked casually, the scabbard of the long knife slipped to the ground, the beauty under the moon of the long knife shone coldly, and Sen Luo's left hand was also extended, only to see the petals that came from nowhere continued to gather in his palm, turning into a long ten-character spear.

"I don't remember what genre it is, but what does it matter?" Sen Luo's skull jaw moved, probably maybe he smiled, and then he pulled out a long afterimage and slashed it diagonally. The white sword qi slashed out directly, flying straight into the distance.

The mastiff made a move, and then spewed blood mist from his shoulders to his waist and crotch, and then half of his body slipped diagonally. The other mastiffs let out a frightened and angry roar, threw away their booty, and rushed towards Senro.