CHAPTER XXI

The people outside were happy, and they were all left behind by Song Nian.

After coming out of the secret passage, he arrived at the Taozhi Mountain, where the sound of celebration could still be heard in the distance, and the place where the clouds were shining was far away from him.

And in front of him, there was only the valley path.

It was the path into Taozhi Mountain, not the entrance that Song Nian accidentally broke into that day. This trail is the narrowest and darkest throat in the Taozhi Mountain.

Although this Taozhi Mountain is where the corpses of the ancient demons are located, in the process of evolution for thousands of years, there are no more craggy and steep places, and the mountain is gradually flattening, like a demon that has been smoothed out and dissipated by the years.

None of them have witnessed the appearance of nature thousands of years ago, and even if they have, who cares about the piles of bones in his eyes.

Now these dusts have turned into this deep twists and turns, and under the light in the distance, the branches on the two sides of the road are like countless twisted and stretched arms, waiting for an opportunity with hideous faces.

Song Nian knew that this was not some illusion. This is the true face of Momozhi Mountain.

Song Nian was dressed in a snow-colored robe and walked into this secluded path.

That way, moved.

The branches of the trees on both sides were moving, the ground under their feet was moving, and even the leaves that were falling were moving.

They climbed around Song Nian, stretching their branches to catch him, but when they were about to touch the figure, they suddenly retreated, avoiding the snake and scorpion.

The leaves that fell from the trees, boiling, piled up, swirling in the air, fluttering and entwining, blocking all paths.

The dust on the ground rolled with the rocks, making the road undulating and boiling like potatoes in a pot.

Gradually, gradually, in the depths of the trail, a piercing and high-pitched voice slowly came.

It was vaguely discernible that it was a vague sentence, mixed with the night wind howling in the woods.

Faster and faster, faster and faster. When I met the head-on, I heard that it was a complete sentence:

"Get out, get out!"

Song Nian was stunned, his eyes were soft and firm, and he took the first step towards that path.

"Get out! Get out! Get out! ”

The steep and sharp wind, roaring, slashed straight at Song Nian's head, as if it wanted to tear this waiting opportunity to break in.

But it was so sharp that he avoided it.

This peach stops the mountains and forests, and he is angry.

His warnings, warnings, obstructions over and over again, just to stop the ghost's footsteps.

Wave after wave of blocking branches were cut off by the knives in their hands, and they were thrown aside, struggling in vain.

The soft leaves rotate into the knife and into the wood, and the softness is also a steel blade.

He never destroyed or discarded this leaf, but let the steel blade tear him apart and ravage the snow-colored clothes.

At the top of the arm, a corner was torn, and a hint of red oozed through the sleeve.

In an instant, there was another place in the crook of the arm, another place in the palm of the hand, and there was also one in the waist and abdomen, one by one, one by one, so that these willow blades ravaged the snow-colored clothes like the rags.

The oozing blood covered the snow robe and robe that was displayed in front of the enemy one by one.

"Scared...... I'm scared......"

"I'm scared......"

The sound of fear just now, so all that was left was this repetition, madness and dumbness, it was intoxicated, and it screamed like a crazy bite.

"It's been many years,"

"It's still so unbearable."

The sound is not loud and the tune is not high.

But when this word came out, the forest was as quiet as water.

In this forest, he is the only living creature, his pace is not chaotic, and his breath is calm.

The leaves that stop it, the branches that stretch out beside it. They fled one after another, blocking his way, breaking their branches and scattering in all directions, and the piles of fallen leaves and corpses at the soles of their feet were hugged tightly together, avoiding his steps on the ground, lest he be contaminated with drugs.

However, there is no escape.

"You don't know whether you live or die, and you are blatantly offended."

If you do something wrong, you will always be punished.

Otherwise, who would believe that the blue sky is clear, and the sky net is magnificent and not leaky.

The rules are clear, the rules are the bottom line, if the rules are treated as nothing, they should be severely punished.

Song Nian, has long been like the soles of his feet like nothing, so obstructed under his feet, destroying the trend of withering and decaying, all those who stain Song Nian's hair, cut off in response, and those who stain the blood of their bodies, their bodies are broken and scattered.

Even the dust on the soles of his feet did not dare to be contaminated with him, so they scattered in all directions.

"The deity, once said in advance, that is, it has been strictly defined, and it is necessary to violate the precepts privately, pull the soul of the underworld, take risks, and intend to rebel, and its crime should be punished."

One step, one ring, the sound effect is not high, but it is deafening.

"Wait, escape from Taozhi Mountain without permission, hunt and eat the human world, leave the soul of the underworld, and scatter its three souls and seven spirits, this crime is one."

As soon as the words fell, a thunderbolt Shura power under his hand slashed out, and a heavenly chasm appeared. The chasm was not the soil, but the white bones of the forest that had been buried in this Taozhi Mountain for a long time, and this blow lifted the white bones one after another, like powder. The branches and leaves of the split trunk were not the color of those trees in the ruins of the broken wall.

It was the thick blood that flowed out.

In the woods after the lightning flashed, the fallen trees were scattered, and the blood red flowed out of the trees.

The smell is disgusting, its color is like red, and it is thick like that Meng Po soup bowl.

Shure, the blood was stained with dust, and there was not a trace of it in an instant. And the ruins are closing at a speed that the eye can see, and then returning to their original state.

Except for the pair of corpses.

The corpses of branches and leaves, they don't have so much blood and nutrients, after all, they are just a handful of dry rotten wood. On that day, they were left on this Taozhi Mountain and allowed to absorb the energy contained in this mountain, and after all these years, they also grew their cultivation. Do that.

Under this blow, this deterrent and them, this mountain forest can live peacefully for thirty or fifty years.

Clean up these filth, the wind blowing again in the mountains is fresh with a hint of fireworks.

And the fragrance of the peach blossoms planted by the little willow spirit.

"You can go in peace now."

This dark and winding path when it came is now lined with soft greenery and colorful flowers. And the dust is also washed away, revealing the original appearance of the trail.

It was a path full of fire.

It is like a meandering river flowing in the depths of this dense forest, and every step you take is full of that majestic aura.

This is the real trail into the mountain of Momozhi Mountain.

I took out the sachet from between my sleeves, and the style of the sachet was nothing special, but there was a bright strand of hair coming out of the mouth.

That's from Liulin.

The only primordial thing left behind by the willow spirit. Song Nian went to his former residence that day, although he looked for a long time, he finally lived up to his hard work and found a trace of hair.

There's a hint of his spirit in it.

In these days, he raised him here, let him absorb the essence of the shop, although at this time, he could not let him achieve the right result and find the cultivation of more than 500 years, but if he was allowed to come back for another 500 years, he could finally find that body cultivation.

"In this way, let's cultivate with peace of mind."

Here, let him clear this place, such a suitable place for the soul of heaven and earth, give him a willow spirit, even if he doesn't open his mind, he can live these hundreds of years in this place unharmed.

In this way, it is up to him to make himself.

Song Nian put it on the ground, it can take root and sprout, absorb the water of the spiritual spring in the depths of this Taozhi Mountain, and one day, he can get up again.

Song Nian tidied up the snow suit, and suddenly it looked new, and there was no trace of any gap.

It's really this mid-year festival.

The souls of the underworld are attached to what they possess in the world, and they can't wait to rush into the world.

But if he was a ghost of the underworld from the beginning, born in the underworld and grew up in the underworld, he naturally did not yearn for the road of the Yellow Springs so much, and they preferred to enjoy the prosperity and excitement in this underworld.

The Lechuan River, on weekdays, is unwilling to re-enter the reincarnation and loses the love, so he plunges into the Lethe River, and such persistent souls abound, like a carp crossing the river. The soul does not dare to approach here on weekdays, after all, although it is so persistent, it may forget the river water, which can erode the three souls and seven spirits, if it can stand it, then take that memory with it, and endure until the time when the person who is waiting for returns.

When I saw him, I drank all the Meng Po soup, and then entered the Yellow Spring, all kinds of reincarnation, and suffered so much, just for that short side.

But Lethe in the middle of the year does not see suffering.

Look, on both sides of the river, in addition to the crimson flowers on the other side, there are a ball of flowers, dotted with stars, and there are also the ten halls of Hades sitting on the high place, the ghost emperor of the five directions, and the Halloween disciples of the same size.

They were watching the lights.

This lamp came from the earth.

In this Lethe River, swaying and swaying, rippling circle after circle, without the help of the wind, naturally come slowly, swaying.

Naturally, they have seen the lamp, and it is not uncommon for them to see the stars, but they care about the offerings they receive in the lamp.

There are many offerings in the world and them in this mid-year festival, and the offerings from the believers, with the sincere trust of the people who are worshipped, they were born on this mass of ethereal, and they didn't care about these so-called offerings.

They are demons, and it is extremely rare that the well water of humans does not interfere with the water of the river.

Human beings are weaker than gravel, and this small belief gathered into bundles has played a small role in them.

For example, let them compare harmlessly.

As the lottery head in this mid-year festival.

It's been a comfortable day for them to have some fun on their own.

Since all the ghosts are happy to join in the fun, then they are also happy to have fun with the people, right?

It's not like the king who is high up in the underworld, who left the table early.

If the real blood is low, they will never be able to melt into them.