The front part of the mountain is very narrow, and the ground is littered with rocks of different sizes, and when you step on it, you can hear the grinding sound of the stones rolling. The mountain walls are craggy and strange rocks protruding, and if you are not careful, you will snag your clothes.

Fortunately, Shen Xingluo's clothes were invulnerable, otherwise they would have been ragged and unclothed.

The further you go, the wider it becomes, and the distance between the last two mountain walls can accommodate a troika to move freely.

The green vines are also becoming less and less numerous, replaced by purple-black spiraling vines.

The vines are like twisted and strange-shaped earthworms, tangled and entangled in the air, weaving into a large net like a dome.

The triangular leaves are thin and hard, harder than the thorns on the green vines just seen.

The big net is not high above the ground, and Shen Xingluo can reach it by standing on tiptoe slightly. There were many crooked pods hanging from the net, each the size of a fist, and the swarthy surface had a metallic texture.

"Hey, what is this?" Feng Ge Ning curiously reached out to touch the nearest pod.

"It seems to be...... Don't touch it!" Shen Xingluo suddenly shouted in horror, reaching out to stop Feng Gening.

However, her blocking hand was not as fast as Feng Gening's hand, and when she was still hanging in the air, Feng Gening had already touched the nearest pod to her, and playfully curled her fingers and flicked it on the bean shell.

Shen Xingluo's face turned pale suddenly, and he withdrew his hand like lightning, covering his ears with both hands at the same time.

"You..." Feng Gening was startled by her unusual reaction, and just as she wanted to blame her for making a fuss, she heard a strange sound.

The sound was like the noise of wooden fish, like the roar of wild beasts, and then like thousands of bison running wildly on the earth.

The pods on all the vines danced, and the sound grew louder and louder, like a rolling wave.

The sound waves penetrate directly through the eardrum and fall into the sea of knowledge in the brain.

Feng Ge Ning couldn't withstand such a strong sonic attack all of a sudden, rolled his eyes, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell straight down.

And Shen Xingluo, who was opposite her, watched her fall like this, and didn't dare to withdraw the hand covering her ear.

Looking at her face carefully, there was no trace of blood, the corners of her mouth were tightly pursed, and her eyes were slightly sloppy, obviously suffering a lot.

She had already determined what it was—a magic jade pod.

Everything in the world, if the word "demon" is added, it can never be a good thing for a righteous monk.

First of all, its seed is mixed with the demonic energy that makes the monk's talk change, and secondly, its demonic sound ignores any defenses and directly acts on the human mind, and the only way is to block the ears to alleviate the pain a little.