The big green net is made of vines, and you can also see small and narrow leaves on it, which are silent when they fly in the air, and even the divine consciousness of Song Ziyang and the three of them who are all around them has not noticed it.

It wasn't until they were close to the top of the trio's head that they realized it.

But it's already too late.

Crash!

The three Second Realm cultivators were directly covered by this big net and fell to the ground.

In this underground, there is still some mud formed after rain, and Song Ziyang and Li Shaobai's bodies are inevitably covered with sludge, which looks extremely embarrassing.

Only Chu Yidao, her clothes to drive away fire and evil spirits, is a rare magic weapon, isolating all these sludges, not a drop of it is contaminated on her body.

"What's the situation!"

Li Shaobai fell into the mud, but before he could react, he subconsciously exclaimed.

And Song Ziyang has already released three spirit runes one after another.

True Fire Talisman!

Three-Eyed Spirit Rocket!

Too void knife!

The grade of this rune is extremely low, so the speed of casting it is faster, and almost as soon as the consciousness moves, the spirit rune in his hand has already been cast, turning into a fireball, a rocket, and a long knife phantom, attacking the green net.

But without exception, all of them were in vain.

After the fireball landed on the green net, it was silently annihilated.

The rocket pierced through the green net and landed on the open space on the side, blasting the muddy ground into a deep pit.

As for the Taixu Knife, it slashed at the big green net, and I thought it would easily break a big hole, but I didn't expect that it would only leave a white mark on this vine.

This suddenly made Song Ziyang a little stunned and shocked.

Just now, I was still thinking that there was not even a little spiritual herb and elixir here, but now such a strange net immediately appeared.

The large net is woven with unknown vines, which can not only ignore the detection of divine sense, but also directly isolate the attack of spells.

This vine is not a mortal thing!

Li Shaobai directly took out a sharp long sword, pulled the sword out of its sheath, and cut it down with a sword.

......Shh

With a soft sound, the long sword slipped away.

The vine didn't seem to be strong at all, it was at least a long sword of the warrior grade, and when it was cut on it, it slipped to the side.

"Shhh

He gasped, "The spell is ineffective, the long sword is useless, is this vine so strong?"

"Demons, you damned demons are here again!"

At that moment, a shrill voice rang out.

Then, in the depths of the path on the side, a group of people rushed out.

These people seem to be from the ancient flood period, wearing very strange clothes woven from unknown leaves, dazzling green, and some people have feathers of various birds and beasts on their heads, flowers and green, very strange and weird.

In their hands, some carried forks sharpened from the bones of wild beasts, while others held long thorns sharpened from wood, the tips of which were filled with purple juice, and a fishy smell came out, apparently poisonous.

In Song Ziyang's divine sense, these people couldn't detect any cultivation, and they looked like ordinary people, but vaguely, he could feel that there was a faintly flowing mysterious power in each of these people's bodies.

At the same time, each of them also had a strange pattern carved on their faces.

The pattern was strangely shaped, like an upside-down toad.

The source of that mysterious power seems to be these patterns.

Everyone looked at Song Ziyang and the three of them with a look of disgust, and they were grunting, and their voices were violent, but the words they said were hoarse and unpleasant, and they were not incomprehensible, not the language of the mainland.

Only the person at the head could speak some simple tones, so that Song Ziyang could understand it, but over and over again, he just said: "Demons, you damned demons are here again......"

The pattern carved on the face of the man at the head was the largest, covering almost the entire face, making him look quite terrifying.

Song Ziyang heard this, and his inspiration flashed, and he suddenly thought of the black altar he saw when he first came to this small world, as well as the countless corpses of the sacrificed demon gods on it.

Could it be that these human beings are just like those who were killed, a tribe living in this small world, and the three of us are regarded by them as monsters who slaughter tribes or monks who have fallen into the devil's path.

In addition, they look like witches, and the mysterious patterns on their faces should be the totems they worship, and they are also the source of the mysterious power in their bodies.

It's just that their appearance is very different from the Wu clan in the 3,000 wastelands and 100,000 mountains that they have seen and heard.

Even if the 3,000 wastelands and 100,000 mountains are remote, they won't be unclothed, right?

Silk has long been popularized throughout the continent.

These people are more like ...... The desolate man in the ancient books!

In ancient times, the tribes that lived far away from the Central Plains and lived in the wilderness were called wilderness people.

Some of these desolate people were the ancestors of the Wu Clan, and some of them headed further north, into the polar ice fields.

Song Ziyang didn't know much about these desolate people in ancient times, but he had seen some sporadic records.

But it was enough to make him more sure of his guesses.

When these thoughts flooded his mind, these desolate people seemed to be unable to hold back their anger, and their eyes were full of hatred, and they were about to start attacking.

"Huh!"

At this time, Chu Yidao, who had always been silent, swished.

The overlord sword in her hand slashed at the evil spirit, and a dazzling light flashed.

The sword shines brightly, bringing a touch of slaughter to this dim wood.

"Poof!"

This vine, which can ignore spells and resist soldiers, is extremely fragile in front of this sword, and it is easily torn apart, revealing a huge gap.

Those desolate people were all startled, and Hulala retreated more than ten zhang away, looking at Chu Yidao in horror one by one.

Then, they screamed, and the mysterious patterns on their faces began to glow with a miserable green light, merging into the weapons in their hands.

"Whew!"

Then they raised their hands and threw them at each other.

Whoosh!

A terrible sound of breaking the air sounded, and these sharpened wooden sticks and white bones all flew with a strong killing intent, extremely fast.

In the air, there were afterimages left behind.

"Boom!"

As soon as Li Shaobai was about to activate the Eastern Emperor Bell, he only saw Chu Yidao's one-zhang long overlord sword slashing evil, waving it, like a gentle wind passing by, and there was no more domineering.

The sharpened wooden sticks and white bones were gently pulled apart by the sword, and any one of them could hurt the three of them in the slightest.

The desolate people seemed to have no other means, and they were so frightened that they hurriedly turned around and fled.

Only the leader shouted, raising a wooden staff in his hand, not knowing what secret technique to cast.

The totem on his face, as if he had come to life, formed a huge toad phantom behind his body.

His face was resolute, as if he was going to fight for his life.

"Wait, we're not from the Devil's Way!"

Seeing this, Song Ziyang hurriedly shouted.