Nothing was said all night.

The shadow disappeared once and then disappeared completely, and the silence outside returned to death.

Wu Chong ate the roasted black fruit and did not sleep.

Although the power of the demon power has been suppressed to the point of almost being scrapped, the cultivation of both internal and external power has not been affected, and with the existence of these two forces, Wu Chong's 'spiritual power' can still be mobilized. So not sleeping for a day or two is not affected.

Time passed, and the night receded.

The sun is back on the earth.

Wu Chong walked out of the temple, and all that was left was the eaten peel and the burned black ash.

It was also thanks to the collapse of the broken temple, otherwise he would have burned until midnight, and there would not have been enough firewood.

After the sun came out, the cold wave of the night also receeded strangely like the darkness. This scene is obviously abnormal, but now that he has not been in contact with other people in this world, Wu Chong can't figure out the principle.

Walking to the side of the stone monument, Wu Chong stopped.

Peng!

He raised his hand and slapped the bottom of the stele, trying to break it and take it away.

But the stele looked tattered, but the hardness was beyond expectations, Wu Chong's full palm hit the root of the stele and failed to leave the slightest mark, but his hands were numb from the shock. It took several steps back before the force of the shock was unloaded.

"This Stone ......"

A hint of discoloration flashed in Wu Chong's eyes.

Not to mention, with his current internal strength alone, the steel can be interrupted with a palm, and the stone tablet in front of him, which looks crawling full of cracks and is about to be shattered, did not move at all, but shocked his palm numb.

Looking at the stone turtle in the back, it is still the same as yesterday.

Wu Chong also tried to slap the stone turtle, and the result was the same.

This stone turtle can't be broken!

After a little thought, he turned around and found a pillar on the stone steps next to him, and slapped it.

Peng!

The stone pillar broke off in response, and the upper part flew out directly, bursting into seven or eight pieces in the air, and the rubble was splashed everywhere.

"It's not a matter of palm power."

Wu Chong found another big stone, and when he palmed it, the stone was also broken into seven or eight pieces, and the palm print at the fracture went deep into the heart of the stone, which showed the depth of his internal strength.

"Since it's not a matter of palm power, it should be a problem of these things."

Wu Chong turned around and looked at the Eye Temple.

Barren weeds, collapsed temples.

Inside sat a broken idol with no upper body.

Who smashed this idol?

A thought flashed through Wu Chong's mind.

Then he looked at the sun shining high, turned around and looked for a direction, ready to leave this place. I didn't think there was anything wrong with this temple at first glance, but when I looked at it again, I found that this place was full of uncontrollable factors.

It's too dangerous.

Come back later and tempt it.

Follow the Black Forest, step by step.

The ruined temple behind him was gradually obscured by bushes, and the stone turtle at the door and the broken idol on the top of the mountain seemed to be watching him, little by little, until his figure was completely obscured by the trees.

The temple remains.

There was silence, with the occasional wind blowing and shaking the leaves......

Following the direction of the sun, Wu Chong walked all the way.

The forest was bigger than he had expected, and with the strength of his feet, he was still in the forest for most of the day. Looking back, the way was completely obscured by the trees. As far as the eye can see, there are similar trees everywhere, as if you are stuck in an endless loop.

I don't know the way forward, I don't know the way back.

"There is no mistake in the direction."

Wu Chong stopped and ate some black fruit to replenish his hunger, recalling the road he had traveled before.

After walking for so long, he also felt that this forest was wrong, and he didn't see any animals along the way, birds, beasts, insects, and pigs, not a single one!

It's like a dead land.

The only thing that can be seen is the black fruit in his hand.

He still doesn't know if the fruit that he picked up yesterday that was gnawed was gnawed by the black shadow last night. Because the only thing he saw moving was the dark shadow from last night.

That's when it happened.

Suddenly, there was a sound of swords fighting in the distance.

In normal times, it would be impossible to be heard from such a distance, but in this silent forest, the slightest sound will be infinitely amplified, and finally it will be clearly audible.

Wu Chong, who was gnawing on the black fruit, took a slap in his hand and quickly got up.

Where there is a fight, there is someone!

Someone he can ask.

Thinking of this, he discerned the direction and quickly swept in the direction where the sound of fighting came.

Qiu Qijian stopped, and the violent movement caused a trace of blood to spill from the corner of his mouth again.

A look of concern flashed in the eyes of the little girl behind him who was carrying him, but she didn't speak, let alone shout or cry.

She knew better than anyone who Qiu Qiyi was fighting for.

At the same time, hatred grew under the eyes of this little girl, who was only seven or eight years old.

Jianghu people, Jianghu affairs.

Many times grievances and hatreds are planted from a young age, and they only bloom when they grow up.

"Hate the blade, put the person down."

"This matter has nothing to do with you, why bother with it."

"If you continue to spend it, you will lose your life."

The three people who caught up quickly dispersed, surrounding Qiu Qijian and the little girl in the middle. The young scribe at the head looked at the Qiu Qi blade that had stopped, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. This man is so crazy that they really don't want to fight this madman unless they have to.

"What are you talking so much nonsense for, trying to kill someone? I asked about the knife in my hand first. ”

Qiu Qijian carried the little girl on his back, holding a steel knife in one hand.

The knife was full of gaps, and the blood remaining on it told the people who chased him how fierce the battle was along the way.

"You madman!

This little girl is not related to you, can she be so desperate!

？ ”

The leading young scribe was also a little anxious.

He will definitely kill this person, and if he can't complete the task of the master's family, he will be a dead word when he goes back.

"This place is the First Demon Forest, the holy land of demons, and it is not a loss to be able to bury bones here...... Qiu Qijian said to the three of them.

The forest beneath their feet was the sacred land of the demons.

The legendary place where the Demon Ancestor was born.

Before the Demon State was conquered, no outsiders were allowed to set foot in this place, and the demons protected this place to the death, and no one was allowed to enter it. It wasn't until the Great Apocalypse Iron Cavalry conquered the Demon State, swept away all the demon forces in this area, and reorganized the Daozhou that the myth of the 'Holy Land' was shattered.

It is said that when the Great Enlightenment Dao Army attacked, the group of demons did not retreat.

Daoist Ji Tianxiong used iron-blooded means.

Washed the demons nearby, and then burned them for three days and three nights before cutting off the faith of the demons.

Ji Tianxiong was also named the 'butcher' by the demons.

"You want to die, but I haven't lived enough! Return the demons, now this is the place of Daozhou! ”

Before the young scribe could speak, the man behind him couldn't help but curse angrily.

Once a magic state.

Now, it's Daoju!