After walking for half an hour, the sky suddenly brightened ahead.

A circular clearing appeared in the depths of the woods, and in the center of the clearing was a large black tree.

This large tree is much larger than the other trees, and there are no other trees around it, so the clearing is formed. The canopy of the big tree is also shaded from the sky, but there is still a certain distance between it and the surrounding canopy, forming a circular gap that allows the sky to fall.

The pitch-black tree was also twisted, like a rickety old man, the trunk itself felt as if many vines were twisted together, forcibly twisted together by external forces, the black bark was faintly dark red, and countless roots were exposed on the surface, like thick blood vessels, in which blood seemed to flow slowly.

On the branches of the big tree, there are also human face fruits, the size of human heads, and the facial features on them are no longer blurred, clear and distinct, lifelike, giving people the feeling that human heads are hanging on the branches, and there is even an illusion that these heads are still alive, which is extremely terrifying.

The leaves are dark green, green to black.

When the wind blew, it rattled like a ghost clapping its hands.

Qi Xuansu and Wu Niang did not rashly leave the forest path and walked to the range of the clearing, but hid in the darkness of the woods, looking at this "independent black tree" from afar.

Wu Niang whispered to Qi Xuansu: "If I'm not mistaken, there are countless corpses buried under this big tree, and if you just turn up a tree root, you can see a corpse." If you go and cut down this tree, it will surely bleed. ”

Qi Xuansu said: "Why should I cut it?" Is this a wormman's lair? ”

"Definitely not." Wu Niang said with certainty, "The nest of the insect people is generally divided into two layers, and the surface layer is no different from the residence of ordinary people, and it is even quite immortal, which is very capable of bluffing people." If it weren't for that, the wormmen from many years ago wouldn't have been able to blend into the inside of the Dao Gate. As for the place where the inner layer refines the 'Tsukidan', that is, the place where the eggs are laid, how to describe it, it is like being in the body of something, there is flesh and blood, mucus, granules, and worm silk everywhere, the ground is flesh, the walls are flesh, and the door is flesh and blood, and it is alive, it is very disgusting, I don't want to go to that kind of place again. ”

Although Qi Xuansu once saw Master Wan's true body, it was one thing to see it from a distance, and it was another thing to get in close contact.

So Qi Xuansu didn't ask deeply, so as not to make himself unhappy.

This also has to mention Xiao Yin, other people's children still have things to be afraid of, such as being afraid of demons and monsters, this girl has lived in the ghost country since she was a child, and she is used to seeing these things, and she is not afraid at all, people are more terrible than ghosts, such as Zhang Yuelu with a straight face is even more terrible than Grandpa Wan, second only to Grandpa Wan.

For Xiao Yin, Mr. Yin is greater than Zhang Yuelu, greater than Donghua Zhenren, greater than Qingwei Zhenren, greater than Lao Qi, greater than Qi Niang, and greater than Lao Lin.

Such a place comparable to the periphery of the Ghost Country Cave Heaven is naturally very strange, and anyone can see that something is wrong, so Qi Xuansu and Wu Niang decided to wait here for the rabbit, maybe they can have a harvest.

The two of them were very patient, and they waited here for about two days, and the way to pass the time was very simple, just to close their eyes and meditate.

The luck of the two was good, and when they arrived, Wu Niang said softly: "Someone is coming, pay attention to concealment." ”

Qi Xuansu restrained all his breath, like a stubborn stone. Wu Niang has her own way, and she doesn't have to worry about Qi Xuansu.

A figure descended from the sky, this suspected human being, more like a skeleton, wearing a churning black cloak, holding a long-handled giant scythe in his hand, occasionally revealing the tip of the iceberg under the black cloak, you can see crumpled scaly skin covered with multiple tumor lesions and pitch-black cracks, and even bare white bones, as well as withered muscles hanging in some places.

Qi Xuansu had seen this person.

This person appeared during the attack and defense of Moncloix, and belonged to the army of the West Gate, and his identity was the chosen person of an ancient god.

The principle of the elect is somewhat similar to that of the spiritual officer of the Daomen, except that the elect is provided by the ancient gods, and the spiritual officials are provided by the Daomen.

The Daomen family has a great cause, and it can support a huge army of spiritual officers. The Old Gods were not so wealthy, and the number of voters was rather limited. As for the strength of the Old God's electors, it all depends on how much divine power the Old God provides, and the highest is slightly inferior to the Ancient God's Divine Incarnation.

However, the electorate cannot be completely equated with the incarnation of the ancient gods, nor can it be equated with the container of the ancient gods, because there is also the problem of accommodating the will of the ancient gods.

The advantage of the electorate is that the old gods can be the shopkeepers and let the voters do everything themselves, because the voters are people with independent will, and the old gods can hide and relax. For example, in the war with the steam gospel, the elect went to the ancient gods, nothing remarkable, this is all an opportunity.

The scythe and the god of death can be said to be famous, even if Qi Xuansu doesn't know Samuel's holy emblem, he also knows that there is a sickle in the Apostles of Hell.

Because they all used giant scythes, Qi Xuansu once thought that this person had something to do with Samuel, the Apostle of Death. Later, I learned that the scythe really had something to do with it, and that this man had killed Samuel's elect and took it from Samuel's elect. Because of the compatibility, they all have the attribute of death, so they were used by him as a blade.

Samuel could not come directly to the earth, and he had no choice but to send other voters to take it back.

This man's name was Utu, and he was one of the elect of Ichchel.

The priesthood of death can also be subdivided, and Kukulkan's priesthood of death emphasizes more on the process of death, which is interrelated with his function as a god of war, that is, war will bring killing, and killing will bring death. As the moon goddess, Ichichel also has a part of the priesthood of death, mainly in the world of the dead after death, the sleep and tranquility of the dead, the connection is that the dead are resurrected under the light of the moon, and the spirits of the dead always haunt at night. So Utu looks like a corpse after death, a deceased.

In contrast, the priesthood of the Commander of the True Monarch is a combination of the two, which is the main priesthood of death, while Kukulkan and Ichchel are both part-time in nature.

In the Xuansheng era, it was the era of the earth immortals, and the earth immortals came and went, leading the direction of the world. To this day, the earth immortals are still powerful, but the immortals have also quietly risen and become a force to be reckoned with.

Qi Xuansu was not surprised, and communicated with Wu Niang with his thoughts: "The water is getting muddy and muddy, and after Chakchel, Ichichel is also gone." It is rumored that Ichchel is the master behind the Heron Society, and that Hun Akhan is an important member of the Heron Society, and now that Uhchel's voter Utu has appeared in the Hune family's mountain estate, it seems that the Heron Society has finally appeared. ”

Wu Niang responded: "Don't be busy making a conclusion first, let's see." ”

After Utu appeared, he carried a giant sickle, walked around the tree, laid a human dough fruit, and ate it casually. There are two kinds of blood, the surface is red, and the inside is white, a bit like a brain, which is very disgusting.

After eating, Utu leaned against the trunk of the tree and held the giant scythe in his arms, as if waiting for someone.

Qi Xuansu and Wu Niang, who were hiding in the dark, were also silent, accompanying Utu and waiting for others.

Another hour, an old voice rang out: "Utu, you are on time. ”

This is a sentence from the original plain.

Thanks to the Central Plains implemented by Xidaomen, Utu can also speak the official dialect of the Central Plains, with a very pure accent and an authentic Dijing accent, just listen to him say: "Don't hide your head and show your tail, show up quickly." ”

When the words fell, I saw a pair of vermilion chariots flying by, carried by four boys and girls, volleying into the void, and on the chariots sat an old man, dressed in blue clothes, embroidered dragons out to sea, with a ruddy face, and white hair like snow, without the slightest variegation.

On closer inspection, the four childhood virgins were not living people, but made of paper, but the craftsmanship was incomparably exquisite, lifelike, as if they were living people. This is also a typical Central Plains style and craftsmanship, which is completely different from the figurine style of the Southern Continent. However, this manor is also typical of the Central Plains style, but it is not abrupt.

Qi Xuansu watched this scene in silence.

He suddenly wondered, if the East is weak and the West is strong, will all kinds of Western-style buildings be built on the land of the East? Everyone wears suits, eats Western food, performs Western rituals, reads Western languages, regards the West as civilization, and thinks that being able to go to the West is high-level.

Probably yes.

Mu Qiang is human nature. Strong is "right". The Holy Court slaughtered countless people, and as long as he was still strong, someone took the initiative to excuse and defend him.

After the old man in fancy clothes landed, just a wave of his sleeves, the paper man and the vermilion chariot became smaller and smaller, and finally it was only the size of a marble, and it was casually put into the bag on the waist of the old man.

Utu and the old man began to talk secretly, and the two were very vigilant, even if they chose to meet in such a ghost thing, they still set a ban. It is not difficult for Qi Xuansu to forcibly hear what the two are saying, but it is a little difficult to forcibly eavesdrop on the premise of not being discovered by the two, after all, Utu's strength should not be underestimated, even if he is not Wu Niang's opponent, he is not inferior to Qi Xuansu in the slightest when it comes to realm cultivation without considering the actual combat strength. As for the old man, he was also not a mediocre person.

Qi Xuansu and Wu Niang didn't take any risks, and continued to restrain their breath, just watching from afar.

Although I couldn't hear what the two were talking about, the movements of the two were still clear, Utu turned up a root and dug up three corpses from below, the old man kept shaking his head, and Utu buried the corpses again.

The old man picked a noodle fruit from the tree, took a bite, smacked it carefully, and shook his head constantly, not like he wanted to eat it, but as if he was tasting it.

Seeing this scene, Qi Xuansu said to Wu Niang with his thoughts: "Wu Niang, didn't you say that the human face fruit is useless, how can these two people seem to be cultivating fruit trees?" ”

Wu Niang rolled her eyes: "I haven't planted it, I haven't eaten it, I just know this kind of thing, how do I know?" ”

Qi Xuansu didn't say anything more, and fell into deep thought.

This series of things, there are coincidences and non-coincidences, but it seems that there is a hand pushing Qi Xuansu forward.

At this moment, Utu waved the giant sickle in his hand and laid down more than a dozen relatively mature human face fruits - this is also what Qi Xuansu guessed, it should be that the clearer the facial features, the more mature they are, and the human face fruits laid by Utu are almost the same as real human heads.

Then Utu and the old man divided the account fifty-fifty, each took half of the human face fruit, and left separately.