Chapter 122: Nothing Goes Well (Part I)

Time passed day by day, but Shen Yun's face became more and more ugly day by day.

The weather hasn't been very good lately, it's always overcast, it's raining for several days, and the whole forest is filled with moisture. It made Shen Yun's body damp all day long, and he didn't feel a little dry, which was very uncomfortable.

When he first left Yeji Town for more than a few hundred miles, he occasionally encountered hunters, but he had not seen humans recently.

The more you go to the center of the barren gorge forest, the more the aura of heaven and earth becomes stronger, and the traces of demon beasts have been found a few days ago.

Seeing that it was getting late, he cut down a deer demon with low strength, found a small lake, washed and peeled it clean, and found some dead branches and leaves nearby, and lit a bonfire.

Despite the dampness of the branches, the Fireball Technique easily ignited them, but it produced billowing smoke, and Shen Yun had to go upwind to avoid the choking smell of smoke.

"Hurry up, I'm tired. "I looked up at the sky, and although it was still drowsy, it was clearly showing signs of clearing.

The water vapor in the firewood dissipated, the flames rose, and when I approached the bonfire, a sense of warmth came to my face, and I suddenly felt a lot drier.

The barbecue craftsmanship is not unfamiliar, and Xue Ling, as always, lies quietly on the side, patiently waiting for the food.

Shen Yun habitually cut the beast meat into small strips and skewers, skewered them with skewers, and flipped them over the flames on the bonfire.

But in a moment, fat was secreted from the fresh meat, and there was a "snort" sound.

A thick smell of meat wafted away, and Xue Ling swallowed his saliva, and some couldn't wait to call.

"What's the hurry. Shen Yun rolled his eyes, flipped over a handful of bamboo sticks in his hand, and took a porcelain bottle containing spices from the stone on the side, and poured some on the barbecue.

The sparks burst out, and the aroma of the meat mixed with the flavor of chili peppers and spices makes it even more intense.

After another while, Shen Yun was not afraid of being hot, so he took a meat skewer and threw it on the stone chips that had been washed early, and beckoned, "Eat it." ”

"Chirp. Xue Ling cheered.

Shen Yun smiled, grabbed a handful of meat skewers and barbecued them, but between his eyebrows, a trace of sorrow could not be resolved.

Over the past few days, he has encountered many demon beasts, although their strength is not strong, but Shen Yun knows that as they gradually go deeper, the demon beasts will only become more and more dense and ferocious.

The most important thing is that the refining of the array talisman has been wrong, and it always feels that the rhythm is not right, and despite the constant adjustment, it still keeps failing.

The tender and fragrant meat skewers, Shen Yun's food tasted like chewing wax, and he muttered unclearly: "It's not good, nothing goes well!"

Eighteen Arhats are forbidden, and the defense is amazing, and there are ten recorded in the ancient tomb classics, but only six have been learned.

A few days ago, in the early morning, I refrained from refining the formation talisman, and tried to superimpose the prohibition on Xue Ling's body, wanting to try multi-layer superimposition, how much defense can I improve Xue Ling.

However, with only one, Xue Ling was very unhappy, and as soon as the pale yellow shield was formed, she flew and kept scratching with her little claws, and after a while, the prohibition was torn apart inch by inch.

Shen Yun, who was strange in his heart, was busy experimenting with himself. immediately found out the reason why Xue Ling was unhappy, and suddenly wanted to cry without tears.

"Chirp. Xue Ling, who was full of food and drink, let out a clear sound and got into his sleeve pocket.

Shen Yun came back to his senses, the bonfire in front of him had been extinguished, only the inside was slightly red, still emitting heat, the clothes on his body were very dry, and his mood suddenly improved.

After a brief wash, he stood up, and Edgeworth flew.

The night sky was dim, with only a faint glimmer of starlight.

The fog above the dense forest was steaming, but it didn't have much impact on Shen Yun, who was in a hurry.

After all, the divine consciousness was dispersed, and everything in the vicinity was completely revealed.

After flying for more than an hour, I plan to find a place to settle down and cultivate after a while.

Suddenly, in mid-air, he paused, snorted, and sniffled. His eyes turned in the other direction, his eyes half-open and half-closed, shining in the darkness.

The consciousness was not completely dispersed, and it was roughly swept away.

A mile away from Shen Yun, in a relatively empty valley, there was a giant python monster the size of a bucket.

The strength of the giant python was similar to that of Shen Yun, sensing the peeping, it raised its inverted triangular head like a grinding plate, twisted its head, and let out a low hiss as if demonstrating: "Hiss!"

In the whining of the mountain wind, the young Edgeworth, standing in mid-air, silent, his pale blue clothes fluttering in the wind.

The dark clouds in the sky were blown away a lot, so that the bright moon hidden behind it showed a gray figure in the mist. The wilderness was still dim, but there was a glimmer of light.

The monster guards a place without moving, usually guarding something.

Thinking of this, Shen Yun made a decision, urged the flying sword under his feet, and suddenly turned in the direction, shooting into the valley from above the dense forest.

Look at the approach, a strong fishy smell, with the mountain wind, oncoming.

Shen Yun retched, this ghost thing, I don't know what I swallowed, it stinks.

"Chirp. Xue Ling was also shocked and jumped onto Shen Yun's shoulder.

On the dark ground, there were few tall trees, but countless weeds and shrubs grew, and in the middle of a large clearing, a giant python was coiled into a clump, as huge as a hut.

This is a cyan python, piled up like a slimy mound, its cold, slippery and thick body, reflecting a faint light, looking very cold and terrifying.