The Demon Realm is much more bizarre than Song Ci originally envisioned.

There are endless towering trees, continuous trunks, and endless branches...... Standing on the branches of a tree, it is as if standing on a wide suspended bridge, which is primitive and three-dimensional, and does not know its height or depth.

I don't know how many layers there are and where the end is.

Song Ciwan's first reaction was to first touch the pass token that was still in his hand and made sure that there was no problem with the token. Immediately afterward, with a backhand move, she put the token into her Canghai Cave.

This item must be properly stored, otherwise I am afraid that the return journey will be difficult.

At the same time, Song Ciwan used the Qimen Dao method to reduce his sense of existence to a minimum.

The strangeness of the Demon Realm is not only in the big tree that runs through almost the entire realm, but also in the dark aura that is everywhere in the air.

For example, when Song Ciwan was in the Great Zhou Dynasty and in the real world, she felt as if a fish was swimming in the water - like a fish in water, naturally, needless to say.

And when Song Ciwan passed through the gate of the word "human" in the secret realm and went to the spiritual world, he felt different at this time.

If you want to compare, it seems to have suddenly entered the fairy mountain spirit realm from the ordinary world, a feeling of clarity, coolness, and extraordinariness, and suddenly surrounded people.

If it weren't for the fact that there was always something strange about Jindan Avenue, the aura of the spirit world was actually very comfortable. No one can say that the spirit world is not a place to live.

And when Song Ciwan came from the spirit world to the demon world, on the bright side, it seemed to be translational, but in terms of physical feeling, she seemed to fall into the turbid and dark abyss in an instant from the top of the pure mountain.

The air in the demon world is impetuous, and among the branches of the big tree, it seems that there are no living beings at first glance, but as soon as Song Ciwan landed, there was first an invisible and restless aura surging towards her.

The impetuous air carries an indescribable heat, from the most secret place, which makes people's hearts uneasy.

Faintly, it seemed like there were many, many strange sounds that could not be described, like insects buzzing, like human voices, and even more like crying...... These strange sounds come and go, as if they were out of nowhere, and they are entwined.

After Song Ciwan landed, he quickly observed the surrounding environment and heard these voices.

Her instinctive reaction was to hear what the sounds were, but when she listened, they drifted away and she couldn't hear anything clearly.

And when she gave up listening, and as she lowered her presence with a drop in the ocean, and took a gentle step, ready to see more, the vague voices came to the ground again and again.

Song Ciwan inadvertently listened again, and the next moment, there was an extreme dryness welling up in her heart, her blood was surging, and for a while, she had an urge to vomit blood to relieve dryness!

No wonder the previous White Dragon Head said that the Demon Realm should not stay for a long time.

Song Ciwan has an impermanent body, how strong his physical body is, but as soon as he entered the demon world, those legendary monsters have not yet been seen, and his body is affected, and he almost vomits blood on the spot.

Song Ciwan immediately suppressed the urge to vomit blood, and ran the Meditation Sutra, trying his best to restrain his breath.

She cheered up and began to walk carefully in the Demon Realm.

At this time, Song Ciwan can be said to have raised the danger level of the demon world to the extreme in his heart.

There is no doubt that the Demon Realm is much more terrifying than the Phantom Netherworld.

Thinking that at the beginning, the underworld qi of the Phantom Netherworld was overwhelming, and Song Ciwan easily solved this problem with only a few armor talismans.

Now that she has an impermanent body, the protective power of the armor talisman may not even be comparable to a thousandth of her own defense...... However, the terrifying noise of the demon world actually made her impermanent body almost lose control in a single flash.

Song Ciwan could only try his best to recall the various Taoist rhymes he had comprehended when he appeared on stage under the Immortal Seeking Pagoda before.

First of all, we must make it clear that it is not a normal state.

In the state of enlightenment, people have all kinds of spirituality and all kinds of perceptions, and they may be able to make leaps and bounds in their cultivation, but they may also be beaten back to their original form as soon as they get out of this state.

Therefore, how to maintain the fruits of enlightenment to the greatest extent after enlightenment is over is actually a very important lesson.

Song Ciwan is a wild man, along the way, in addition to having a pole and a scale, whether it is a famous teacher's guidance or systematic learning, she has never had.

Therefore, she formed a simple method unique to her own in the process of exploration: there is no other, only repeated practice.

It's like the sea of questions tactics she had experienced in her previous life, she found a feeling, caught a question type, and then brushed it repeatedly and brushed to death!

Terror and coercion, infinity and ...... What should I do if the impermanent body can't resist it?

Sit on the Heart Sutra, look for the rhyme, analyze the question stem, and overcome the rigid with softness;

At this moment, the magic sound permeates the ears, the breath is restless, and the impermanent body can't resist it, what should I do?

Or by sitting and forgetting the heart Sutra!

The way of sitting and forgetting is to have no normality, and to solve normality.

With the formlessness of water, the formality of all things.

The magic sound permeates the ears, like a breeze.

The breath is restless, and the bento should be calm.

It's still the same mantra: he is strong, he is strong, and the breeze blows on the hills; He is horizontal, and the bright moon shines on the river.

Gradually, Song Ciwan seemed to have regained his previous wonderful state.

She walked among the branches of the trees, but her whole person seemed to turn into a wisp of breeze and a glimmer of light in the sea of trees—no, she didn't even exist.

It was as if she had become a mass of qi that was both present and non-existent, she floated in the air of the demon realm, and she moved quickly between all visible and intangible matter.

Then, she saw the creatures of the Demon Realm.

Creatures she thought didn't exist were everywhere!

For example, if a snake is wrapped around a tree branch, it looks like it is not a snake from a distance, but it seems to be the same as the branch.

But when Song Ciwan passed through that branch, he suddenly found that the branch suddenly forked.

The branched branch turned into a long, dark brown snake, which rose to its feet and flew upward.

I saw a strange red fruit hanging in the middle of a branch above.

When he was far away before, Song Ciwan really had never seen this fruit, but now that he was close, he didn't know why, as soon as he saw it, Song Ciwan suddenly had a strong terrifying urge to pick this fruit and swallow it.

Obviously, Song Ciwan is not the only one who has this impulse.

It's an innumerable number of demonic beings.

Like the long serpent, like the butterflies that flutter their wings among the leaves—yes, it's a butterfly, a butterfly that lies on the leaves and seems to merge with the leaves!

There are long-legged monsters that resemble spiders, multi-legged centipedes, flying squirrels with wings, toads hiding under thick moss, and strange creatures that squeak and scream like skinned monkeys......

It is impossible to describe all kinds of strangeness.

The seemingly quiet tree world boiled at this moment.

The long snake swings its tail, the spider spins silk, the centipede flies, and the toad spits ice...... All the creatures had their own tricks, and where the skinless monkey passed, the leaves fell one after another, turning into a heavy mist of blood, drowning all the creatures that were boiling and rushing towards the red fruits.

Then the serpent hissed, and the spider fell from the tree, wrapped in all the silk threads that it had spit out.

The flying centipede stiffened on the spot, and the ice-spitting toad monster screamed, turning into a puddle of green liquid......

The skinless monkey screamed and rushed to the red fruit above, and when it was about to pluck it, the butterflies that flew like leaves suddenly flapped their wings and joined a line.

The green-leafed butterflies surround the skinless monkeys, fluttering, and a hint of green light rains down.

The excited skinless monkey instantly fell from its flying state to a thick branch below, and then the restless expression of the skinless monkey began to become peaceful.

Its long tail flicked, and its body gradually curled up.

It was as if it was a demon that had been skinned, and suddenly returned to its original state.

It curled up, and after a few moments, its fur had regrown!

After another moment, the skinless monkey's body, which was originally about five feet tall, shrunk, its upper limbs hugged its lower limbs, and its head was shrunk between its chest, as if it had returned to the womb of the female monkey.

It's dead.

There was no breath at all, and he was motionless, so under the light and rain of green leaf butterflies, he lost his demonic life.

Previously, when the scuffle began, who would have thought that the final winners would be those butterflies who looked the most vulnerable?

Song Ciwan was like this, standing under the red fruit, in a state that seemed to exist and as if it did not exist, watching a melee that broke out in an instant and ended in an instant.

At the same time, the scales surfaced beside Song Ciwan, and a lot of dead air was collected.

[Death, the death of the skeleton demon spider, one or two dollars, can be sold. 】

[Death gas, the death of the demonized snake, two taels and one money, can be sold. 】

[Dead air, the death of the demonized skinless monkey, one pound and one tael, can be sold. 】

……

According to common sense, it is not a creature killed by Song Ciwan's own hands, or if the other party's death has nothing to do with Song Ciwan, in this case, it is generally impossible for Tiandi Weighs to take the initiative to collect the other party's dead qi.

The rule of the scales has always been that whether it is an emotional air mass or something else, at least its appearance must be related to Song Ciwan, so that Song Ciwan can collect it.

If there are no associations, at least touch – or rather, touch, it should also be a relation.

For example, Song Ciwan cleaned the demons in the Huan bathroom, and the death of those demons had nothing to do with Song Ciwan, but through cleaning, Song Ciwan was contaminated with the anger of the demons, so that Song Ciwan was able to offset the anger that was contaminated on his body.

This is the association under the touch rule.

Like at this moment, just by watching, the situation of collecting all the dead qi of these monsters is the first time that Song Ciwan has encountered it.

For a while, Song Ciwan was a little surprised at first, and then she fell into thought.

Why is this happening? Is it because the rules of the scales have changed? Or is it that the nature of the Demon Realm is special?

Don't think about it, all this should be caused by the special nature of the Demon Realm.

It's a pity that the demon world can't stay for long.

Song Ciwan's mind was racing, and at the same time, she did not forget to carefully observe how those green leaf butterflies continued to pick red fruits.

After a while, Song Ciwan paused: No, no......

There are even stranger things happening -

The next moment, Song Ciwan found that the scales not only collected the dead qi of those monsters, but also took away one mass after another in an instant.

[Anger, the spirit-level monster snake is angry for three or four dollars, which can be sold. 】

[Anger, the spirit-level monster skinless monkey's anger can be sold for five taels or six dollars. 】

[Anger, ...... the spirit level]

……

These monsters are all at the spirit level, and according to some information that Song Ciwan had consulted in Pinglan City before, the spirit level should be equated with the spirit level of the monsters.

In other words, the cultivation of these monsters should be comparable to the Qi cultivation period of human beings.

In just this moment, Song Ciwan took away a total of eighty-seven regiments of spirit-level monsters, with a total weight of forty-two catties!

With such a heavy anger, how many longevity can it be sold?

Song Ciwan, whose longevity had only fallen recently, immediately had an urge to sell all these angry qi immediately, of course, she held back.

The spirit world is very weird, and the demon world is even more weird, in these strange places, if it is not necessary, Song Ciwan will not use the scales to sell at will.

Unless forced to do so, Shouyuan will be exhausted.

Otherwise, if it is not in a desperate situation, Song Ciwan decided to carry out caution to the end.

She continued to keep an eye on it.

I saw those green-leaved butterflies flying up one after another, and the butterfly wings were connected in a circle, gently covering the outer circle of red fruits above the branches.

And then...... There is no then.

This red fruit, which was fought for by many monsters, may really have a very remarkable ability, but at least in a short period of time, Song Ciwan couldn't see what the magic of this thing was.

She didn't want to waste any more time and continue to wait, and she had no intention of competing with those green leaf butterflies for red fruits—unknown realms, unknown strange things, of course Song Ciwan would not take risks casually.

She didn't wait any longer, and continued to drift on.

Follow the direction of the growth of the leaves, go forward, on the one hand, continue to collect all kinds of information in the demon world, and on the other hand, naturally look for the deer grass.

The wind blew, and the green leaf butterflies were still covered with red fruits, and Song Ciwan had drifted away.

Along the way, Song Ciwan saw more and more the diversity of species in the Demon Realm.

The strange demon spirits she had seen before were nothing, and the most strange ones were some floating in the air, emitting a glimmer of suspended fungi, this kind of demon spirits were the most terrifying.

Song Ciwan saw a skinless monkey leaping between the branches, and suddenly, a floating fungus flower passed by the skinless monkey.

The next moment, the skinless monkey fell on the branch below.

The skinless monkey squeaked, and a pair of front paws reached his throat. It was like it was fighting to the death against something horrible, but all in vain.

Soon, some slender, snow-white silk-like mycelium began to grow rapidly from between the facial orifices of the skinless monkey.

But in an instant, these hyphae covered the whole body of the skinless monkey.

After another moment, the hyphae turn black and become smaller.

Eventually, the mycelium shrunk into a ball and grew into a pitch-black flower.

The fungus floated in the air and flew into the distance, and the skinless monkey that had been shrouded in mycelium was gone.

All that was left was a cloud of black ash.

Song Ciwan, who witnessed this scene, stayed away from the fungus flower in an instant, and immediately turned his external breath into internal breathing.

From this moment on, she didn't dare to breathe a mouthful of the air in the demon world, no matter how strong the resistance of the impermanent body was, it wouldn't work.

Fortunately, the completion of the impermanent body is enough to make Song Ci hold his breath for ten days without a problem, which is probably a rare enough comforting thing in the horror of the demon world.

And Song Ciwan collected a ball of dead air and a ball of anger.

This way, all the way, in a trance, collecting so much anger, it is enough to compare to washing demons in the Huan bathroom for several years.

The wonder of the demon world can really be described as a blessing and misfortune, difficult to describe.