Song Xing took Zhang Wuji out of the carriage and found that a low mountain peak was blocking the way.

"Stop."

Song Xing told the coachman to stop, jumped out of the carriage, ran towards the hill, and soon came to the mountainside.

There are many hidden houses in the shade of many trees, but now they have collapsed and destroyed, the courtyard walls have collapsed, and the beams have fallen off, leaving only the ruins.

As soon as Song Xing stood firm, he suddenly saw a flash of red and blue light in the ruins in front of him.

Under careful investigation, it was a stone tablet, and two lines of poetry were written on the stone tablet-

"A hundred years after the wind and rain, the vicissitudes of life, the eternal sky!"

And on the stone stele, Song Xing felt a strong trickery attached to it.

"There's a strange thing in the neighborhood." Song Xing's spirits lifted.

The divine sense was released, and he probed around, and soon found clues on the mountainside.

There, a large number of tricks gathered, and even the celestial phenomena changed, and the sound of wind and thunder could be faintly heard.

"Mowgli, be careful."

Zhang Wuji has cultivated into the Book of the Black Heavens, and his skills are not weak in the rivers and lakes, what he lacks is only actual combat experience, so Song Xing told him a few words, and then pulled him towards the place with the most trickery.

Sure enough, the closer you go, the stronger the power becomes, and a miasma of fog gradually forms.

Through the mist miasma, Shi Song Xing finally saw the source of the power clearly!

It was a few thick vines, each of which was coiled with strange spell patterns.

In the middle of the veins, a blood-red mass of fluid slowly wriggled.

And these spell veins, as if they were sucking the energy of the blood-red liquid, made the color of the whole plant more vivid.

"Hunger is everywhere, wars are raging, are there any demons and monsters?"

Song Xing looked at the strange thing in front of him with a solemn face.

He could see that these strange vines should be derived from a strange plant.

The aura of these strange creatures was extremely dangerous, even more terrifying than the strange objects in the Lin'an Mansion that day, and Song Xing did not rush forward.

Zhang Wuji looked at the strange vines, showing a shocked look, and muttered: "This, is this ......?"

He had heard all kinds of rumors about strange things from his parents, but he had never seen them with his own eyes, and now he was horrified to see such a strange phenomenon for the first time.

And at this moment, the vines that were originally stationary suddenly moved!

These vines seemed to be alive, twisting one after another, swimming like snakes and insects, and crawling towards Song Xing and the others!

"Mowgli, be careful." Song Xing reminded, and at the same time pulled out the Yanling knife on his back and slashed it out.

A silver light pierced the sky, and instantly cut into the strange vine, cutting a vine into two sections!

"Roar!"

The vines were cut off, and a bitter howl of pain rang out in all directions.

The howl spurred the vines and made them go berserk.

For a while, the branches and leaves shook, and the vines danced wildly, like countless monstrous beasts!

These vines were extremely aggressive, and Song Xing didn't dare to hold them up, so he swung his knife and slashed at the attacking vines.

But the speed at which he cut down the vines was no match for the proliferation speed of these vines, and in the blink of an eye, a thick layer of dead branches and leaves had piled up in front of Song Xing.

Zhang Wuji couldn't dodge, and was rolled up by a vine and dragged towards the blood-colored slurry.

It was Song Xing who made a timely move and dragged it out.

"The core of this monster is not outside, to kill it, it is estimated that all the vines inside it will be cut off."

Song Xing looked at more and more terrorous vines, and said in his heart that this strange thing was compared to the Nine Deaths Horror Tomb Armor, and between the rotation of his mind, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, and he took Zhang Wuji and the knife to break through the vines outside, and directly entered the body of the largest vine.

Yan Ling's knife cut through the thickest vines like a broken bamboo, and in the next second, the two of them seemed to have passed through a thin layer of mucous membranes and entered another space.

This space is completely different from the previous one, and it is full of green juice.

Song Xing looked intently, only to see that the juice was turquoise, with a green flame burning on it, viscous and highly poisonous, a drop was enough to melt steel.

"How does this thing look like blood?" Zhang Wuji was surprised.

Song Xingdao: "This is human blood!" ”

"Human blood?" Zhang Wuji was stunned.

"These vines are supposed to be nourished by human flesh and blood, and when humans die, the blood will spill out and flow into the land. These monsters absorb this blood, I don't know what their purpose is? Could it be ......" Song Xing suddenly had a guess in his mind.

"It seems that we are a step too late, and the original people here have been killed by this monster." Song Xing groaned.

His internal force was placed outside his body to form a shield, and even Zhang Wuji beside him was shrouded in it, so as to resist the corrosion of those pervasive juices.

After Zhang Wuji saw it, his face showed surprise.

Although he is young, he also knows that his internal strength is released, which is a sign of stepping into the rivers and lakes.

But like Song Xing, not only can he protect himself with his internal strength and external strength, but even others can protect him, but I am afraid that even Master Zhang Sanfeng will not be able to do it.

Uncle Song is so young, how did he become more powerful than Master Tai?

"Mowgli, follow me, these monsters are highly poisonous, don't be poisoned." Song Xing spoke, and then rushed out again with the Yanling knife in his hand.

Although these strange vines were terrifying, they were not a threat to him who was at the top of his martial arts.

And Zhang Wuji was protected by Song Xing, and he was not injured at all, he only needed to pay attention to the green fire beating on the surrounding vines.

The green fire shot out from time to time, and it could even scorch the metal armor!

Song Xing's brows furrowed even deeper, this green fire gave him a feeling that was even more terrifying than the strange things he encountered that day.

Of course, it is not up to the level of the dragon slaying knife.

After walking a short distance, Song Xing saw that there were traces of other man-made destruction in this space.

After walking a short distance, he saw a huge blood cocoon, and before Song Xing and the others could make a move, the blood cocoon that was more than one person tall had been torn open from the inside by a powerful tearing force.

A bald monk in a monk's robe was revealed.

"Amitabha!"

The monk recited a Buddha name, and a dazzling golden light bloomed all over his body, illuminating this dark and dim space.

Song Xing looked intently, the monk's robe was already broken, and there was a hole in his chest with a large bowl mouth, which had obviously been pierced by some kind of sharp weapon.

The monk folded his hands and read the scriptures in his mouth, spitting Sanskrit sounds in his mouth, and his voice was melodious and pleasant.

The monk continued to recite the scriptures, covered in golden mangs, blocking the strange vines around him and preventing them from approaching.

At the same time, between the swings of the fist, the internal strength was vertical and horizontal, and those terrifying vines were in his hands, like ordinary trees, destroying and decaying.

While the monk was chanting, his eyes glanced at Song Xing, his pupils shrunk, and his eyes flashed with coldness.

"Since the junior can break into this forbidden area, he must also be a cultivator," the monk said in a flat tone, "but the strange things here are dangerous, so let's leave quickly." ”

Song Xing looked at the monk and said, "The master's skills are superb, how can a little trick be enough." ”

In his eyes, the monk in front of him had a huge internal force, which was simply terrifying.

Even Zhang Sanfeng, who has lived for a hundred years, does not have a strong sense of oppression given to him by this person.

Shaolin Temple has been served by a strange thing, who is the monk in front of him?

(End of chapter)