Zhang Lingdao followed the clothes on the ground and traced them all the way forward, I have to say that the clothes are quite intimate.

The rich, blood-soaked clothes led him to a corner, a corner that looked very gloomy.

Zhang Lingdao still had time to observe the surrounding environment at this time, and I have to say that this is really a good place to ambush.

Even in such a clear day, it looked as dark as night, but there was also dense grass like a forest on both sides, and nothing could be seen outside.

Zhang Lingdao is a master of Daoist art, and he has no fear of this situation at all, he didn't even use any method to go in to investigate, so he walked in slowly.

A place like Jiangnan is originally full of mountains, water, grass and trees, and it is not too curious that such an area appears.

Zhang Lingdao was more curious, how did these guys come up with such an idea? In such a situation, unless you are a particularly curious guy, no one will follow, right?

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly froze, this kind of guy who is particularly curious and likes to meddle in things, isn't it him?

Zhang Lingdao didn't feel good for a moment, or from this time on, he didn't feel very good. This area is gloomy and heavy, although he is very confident that he can successfully break through, but for some reason, this area gives him the feeling of ominous.

As if something was suppressing his spirit, and as if something was destroying his soul, in this deep and bottomless dense forest, he was like a teenager who had just entered a horror game, wandering lonely and confused.

Zhang Lingdao felt a tingling pain in his eyebrows, but he was extremely puzzled, this tingling sensation would not appear unless it was aimed at him.

But now that there is no one in front of him, how can there be such a strange feeling? Zhang Lingdao sensed that something was wrong and quickly closed his eyes.

At this time, his eyes will not only not help him in any way, but will also make him make more mistakes. There were too many things in the world that could deceive his eyes, but the things that could deceive his keen sense, at least not yet.

Zhang Lingdao closed his eyes, and where there was no one around him, there were suddenly a lot of black silk threads, and the thickest one of them was not far away, aimed at his eyebrows.

Sure enough, Zhang Lingdao's guess was not wrong, maybe his physical feelings would deceive him, but his sixth sense would definitely not.

The area in the center of the eyebrows is the legendary pineal gland, which is the so-called mona, and if he was an ordinary person, he would certainly not believe this feeling.

But as a Taoist priest, a Taoist priest who has learned about some dark sides, Zhang Lingdao certainly knows that it is definitely not a simple matter to have this feeling.

It can even be said that he originally thought that he would have to run to the helm of the chain dock to have a chance to touch those mysterious things, but he ended up running into them here.

Zhang Lingdao is even more convinced that these Dongying people must have a connection with those strange events, and even their real martial arts will teach them some so-called dragon hunting points in their spare time to teach martial arts, Feng Shui, Qi and people, and the art of catching ghosts and demons.

It's just that many people in the sect don't believe in such a thing, maybe the common people will still believe it, but people in the martial arts like them never think so.

You must know that these people are walking in the rivers and lakes, and countless lives are contaminated under their hands, if something really happens, they will be the first to suffer, such people are right.

But this information has been circulating on the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, when did such a thing happen to them? Therefore, most of the young disciples do not believe such news, and they do not have the slightest desire to respect these so-called Taoist traditions.

Zhang Lingdao's predecessor is also one of these people, they basically run away if they want to take such a course, and the master of Professor Cai Zhong is just an ordinary Gong Transmission Elder, who laughs all day long, and there is no punishment for their behavior.

So except for a few disciples who are full of interest in everything, most people basically don't know much about such things.

But Zhang Lingdao only remembered some special things at this time, that is, Xiaoren, as the leader of this generation of disciples, Senior Brother Xiao was originally an unruly guy.

He didn't even want to come down to learn martial arts, how could he learn such a boring Taoist mystic method that didn't have any practical significance?

However, the requirements for Senior Brother Xiao in the sect are different from those of these ordinary disciples, Engineer Chen, when the old professor counts down, he is generally without desire and inaction, and only when interested people ask, he will teach patiently.

Whenever this happens, the laughing man will look at them with envy, because he is the head disciple of the sect, the next generation of true martial arts sect heirs, and only he is forced to learn these things.

A large part of the reason why the laughing man is so bohemian and playful is that he usually has no chance to play at all, and he doesn't know how much more to learn than ordinary disciples.

Zhang Lingdao suddenly regretted a little, if the person present was Senior Brother Xiao, not him, I am afraid that there would be a way to deal with the current situation.

And he can only struggle, he usually has no desire to learn this kind of knowledge in the sect, so he doesn't have any solution in his mind for this kind of situation.

But fortunately, when every disciple goes out of the mountain, Zhang Mengbai will give them some talismans, in order to fight against the current situation.

Zhang Lingdao took out a piece of this charm from his backpack, immediately bit his finger, and wiped it on it suddenly!

Just when the blood was stained with the yellow talisman, he could clearly see that countless golden rays of light suddenly bloomed on this talisman paper, protecting his whole body.

Those black silk threads were about to stain her body, but suddenly under the illumination of these golden lights, she cowered and stepped back.

Zhang Lingdao could see from his perception that except for the thickest black silk thread, the other silk threads had been dissipated into invisibility, and the ability of this spell seemed to be a little powerful!

Zhang Lingdao suddenly pulled out his sword, and the spell was taken off his body and rubbed towards the tip of the sword! [Cool Heart] was not an ordinary weapon in the first place, and under such a golden light, it showed even more extraordinary power.