Shirakami Forest.

That's the name, right?

Qin Kun recalled the territory of Bai Tu in the past.

The forest in my memory is very similar to this place, as if the Shirakami Forest was moved to the Yuan Shi Prison.

The gloomy, gunsmoke-filled Ten Death Prisons always have a burnt smell accompanied by blood, but this place is different.

The whole forest is quiet, wet and cold, and the unknown birds echo, making the forest even more empty.

The air is not as oppressive and violent as in the Ten Dead Cities.

Tell me about it.

Qin Kun stepped on the leaves and walked forward, accompanied by the sound of footsteps around him.

Looking down from the sky, the eye could not penetrate the cascading leaves, as if the inherent laws did not allow the forest to be spied on.

"It's too late to go back now."

Outside the forest, the filthy priest reminded.

Qin Kun ignored it.

"An old friend came to visit and wanted to see Lord Shirakami. Friends who are watching by, can you lead the way? ”

Qin Kun's voice penetrated the forest, and a code like a bird's song suddenly appeared in the forest.

The cries of different lengths and frequencies were rapid, and the movement around Suosuo was even louder, and suddenly, several wooden arrows were shot.

Qin Kun's palm flipped over, and the dagger Zilu held it with his backhand, and the tip of the knife seemed to have life, picking off all the wooden arrows that were shot.

Instinct.

Qin Kun walked forward under the control of his subconscious, and the dagger defended automatically under the control of his subconscious, and his movements were smooth, without the slightest panic!

Walk calmly, to the surprise of the person lurking in the woods, that person came so quickly!

"This is the hospitality of Tenki Dono?"

Qin Kun hurriedly walked forward, and suddenly the rattan net that appeared in the fallen leaves hung Qin Kun up.

The rattan net shrank, and Qin Kun's dagger slashed horizontally, leaving a shallow white mark on the rattan net.

Suspended in the air by a rattan net, on the opposite branch, a man with white hair appeared, his hands clasped around his chest, and he looked at Qin Kun condescendingly: "Lord Baishen said, I don't see the guests in this magic city." ”

The white-haired man was burly and looked very young, and in the dim forest, there was a light in the man's eyes.

Bright carpet?

That's the choroid that only exists under the beast's eyes.

"Don't you see you, okay."

The dagger couldn't cut through the rattan net, Qin Kun grabbed the big net with both hands and tore it to both sides, and the white-haired warrior chuckled: "This is a net made of black golden rose, don't bother." ”

Collapse –

With a pause, accompanied by the sound of rattan collapsing and echoing in the forest, Qin Kun pulled out a big hole in the rattan net and jumped to the ground.

Although this rattan is strong, it is not strong after weaving, and it is only a matter of raising hands to break this small net with your own strength.

The warrior's body stiffened slightly, and when he looked at Qin Kun's eyes, there was already a change.

Qin Kun dusted off his clothes, said goodbye, and walked out.

"Wait."

Around, several people surrounded Qin Kun.

Qin Kun turned his head: "What else is going on?" ”

"You can go and see your lord." The white-haired warrior came to Qin Kun and held his head high, "The people of the White God, guests like you are very welcome. ”

……

The forest is deep, not long after walking forward, entering the fog area, the white fog is filled, it is difficult to see, after walking out of the fog area, a wider forest comes into view.

When the eye of heaven looked down again, there was no trace of the Ten Dead Cities around.

Could it be that he has already arrived in Bai Tu's hometown?

The breath of primitive wilderness came to his face, although he had not yet fallen to the point of slash-and-burn cultivation and blood drinking, but it was not too much worse.

In the forest, white-haired warriors are constantly returning from hunting, while some women are gathering and weaving.

It is still in the era of manual work, but it seems that their physique is different from ordinary people, and the manual efficiency is very high.

The cracks in the tortoiseshell were filled with strange paint, and in an instant they became brilliant, and the bracers and leather armor tied to the body were engraved with unknown patterns, which did not look like ordinary products.

"Why are you making so many Warframes?"

Qin Kun asked casually.

The white-haired warrior snorted in his nose and sneered: "The white gods of the past generations have existed to suppress the demons, and countless demons will run out of this forest, and in order to prevent you, the white god warriors will naturally be armed." ”

Guard against?

There were children playing not far away, and when they ran towards the forest, a woman suddenly grabbed the child and reprimanded, "What are you running around!" There's a magic city in the forest, don't you know? The devils will kill you! ”

The child was led home crying, apparently frightened.

The White God Warrior looked at Qin Kun and sneered, "Let's go, the temple of my lord, it's still far away." ”

In the forest, there are many white-haired tribes, scattered into tribes, and on the highest cliff, a stone statue of a warrior stands there, from bottom to top, tens of meters high, guarding the edge of the forest.

Out of the forest, on a plain, the river was turbulent, and Qin Kun saw a fortress-like city not far away.

"One...... Two...... Three...... Four...... Five...... Six?! ”

Rao is well-informed Qin Kun was also dumbfounded, the big city is divided into six layers, it is difficult to describe it with the word majestic, if he hadn't seen the manual efficiency of the Baimao clan before, Qin Kun would feel that this kind of big city can only be described as a miracle.

After entering the city, I went directly to the second floor.

The first floor is under the ground in the city, and there is no sunlight all day long, and those people are called ghost slaves.

The second floor is populated by ordinary residents.

The third floor is the nobility and the bazaar.

On the fourth or fifth floor, there is already a private residence.

On the sixth floor, it is a shrine.

Spacious, tall, empty, solemn.

There weren't many guards, because the people in the temple were the strongest warriors here. Not a single alien dared to trespass here.

The warrior of the white god who led the way came to this place, saluted and retired.

The two stone statues guarding the door were as silent as ever.

Qin Kun raised his head, looked at the ten-meter-tall temple gate, and stepped in with his feet raised.

Everything here is made of stone, and the cold stone, with its inherent alienation and indifference, makes Qin Kun's perception that he is an outsider is particularly strong.

Since he couldn't blend into a friendly atmosphere, Qin Kun had no choice but to get straight to the point: "Aren't you welcome?" ”

The voice echoed, the temple had a triple door, and in the innermost, a majestic voice came out: "You are here." ”

In the first gate, there are carved solemn statues of gods, in the second gate, there are mountains of treasures, and in the third gate, there is a Shura field.

A white-haired man sits there, and a teenage child is wrestling with an alien.

There were many bones on the ground, and the boy carried a turtle shell and an iron pestle.

Much like a nailhead pestle!

The dying aliens on the ground were smashed into their mouths by the iron pestle, and the back of their heads were pierced, and they died without blinking their eyes.

"Father...... I managed to kill him! ”

The child looked at the dead alien with excitement on his face, but the white-haired man sneered, "Waste." ”

The child expected to get his father's approval, but he didn't expect this result, and his eyes were out of focus.

"Father...... I...... Why...... I did it! ”

The white-haired man pointed at Qin Kun: "Kill this person before he comes to me, and I'll tell you why." ”

The child suddenly looked at Qin Kun, like a little beast, and let out a low roar in his throat.

Qin Kun lamented in his heart, the drama of the meeting of old friends had to come up with an educational style, Qin Kun could only walk towards him as Bai Tu wished.

"Drink—"

The kid burst into a shout, his white hair turned red and exploded, bringing out a strong wind, and the nail head pestle stabbed Qin Kun directly.

Qin Kun tilted his head, and the nail head pestle brushed his ears by a millimeter, and the child was stunned, and a serious look appeared in his eyes.

"The White Devil is shocked!"

"Blood Beast Resurrection!"

"Mountain ghost shooting!"

"Death knell!"

The entire stone room was bloody and rainy, and there was a rumbling sound in the floor tiles, and Qin Kun saw a white-haired ghost burrowing out of the ground and entering the child's body. A four-hoofed ghost with a human head and a beast body entered the child's body. A mountain ghost with green skin and withered leaves entered the child's body. An expressionless male ghost enters the child's body.

Four ghosts coming?

The white-haired child turned into a monster with four hooves and hands, only a pair of beast eyes remained, and his eyes were cold, Qin Kun found that he had become a bell, unable to speak, unable to move, and the white-haired child's nail-headed pestle became a bell hammer, and suddenly, hit his head.

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