A large group of people gathered outside a stone forest, which resembled stalactites in a cave, with different shapes. There are sleek boulders, sharp pinnacles in forests, and some fossils that look like tree formations.

There were still corpses hanging from the outermost sharp pinnacles, their blood dried up, as if they had been dead for a long time.

Most of the corpses hanging on the trees are some demon clans, including silver wolves, black tigers, monster jiao, luan birds, and fire crows...... These corpses have all turned into their original forms, and their bodies have lost their spirituality.

After the demon clan transforms, they can be in human form, or the image of the Pangu god, but they can also turn into demon bodies during battle, and the human form is just for cultivation. The human body created by Nuwa Niangniang contains all kinds of mysteries in her body.

Meng Huan was a little puzzled, why didn't these people go in and take a look, since this place was different from other places, there must be opportunities that other places couldn't get.

He was about to go inside to find out, when a demonic wind blew, rolling up a piece of wind and sand. None of them here are good people, and they have each taken a magic weapon to teach this rude cultivator a lesson.

The monk in the wind and sand also seemed to sense that something was wrong, and did not stay, and flew directly into the stone forest.

And some irascible monks also accepted the magic weapon, revealing the appearance of watching a play.

The monk flew into the forest, scattered the wind and sand, and revealed his true face. It was a woman, ugly, gray-haired, and she turned her head and smiled sarcastically, revealing a mouthful of black teeth.

"That's the old locust tree spirit of the Ghost Crying Forest, who has practiced for thousands of years, looks like a ghost, and once plotted against a human immortal, but he is safe and sound, and he is a ruthless horn. A green-clothed male cultivator recognized the old witch who had entered the stone forest and introduced him to the woman next to him.

"That's a pity, the thousand-year-old cultivation has turned into a painting cake......" the woman laughed, "Call her so arrogant!"

Meng Huan listened to their conversation, then stopped and did not enter the stone forest.

I saw that before the old witch's smile could be put away, the stone trees behind her seemed to come to life, dancing their branches and stabbing at the old witch.

The old witch also sensed the danger, and turned sideways, dodging a thorn, and the branch pierced the ground, making a deep pit.

"Hey, can there be such a deep pit in the ground?" Meng Huan knew at this time where those corpses hanging on the trees came from.

Before the old witch could fight back, several branches stabbed at her, and a few branches blocked her retreat, so she could only sacrifice a coffin, and the black coffin was made by her own faded body, and she cultivated and grew with her.

The black coffin was put together with those gray stone trees, and before they could make a contribution, some of the tree bars had already passed through the old witch's body.

Although the tree was hard, it didn't break her body but pierced it, and the blood didn't flow, the old witch was a tree demon, and this little injury was fine. She took out a wooden nail and was about to cast it, but the branch suddenly changed, glowing red, absorbing her mana, blood, and spirit.

"Ah...... Help me...... Save me......" She seemed unable to move, and her mana was therefore inaccessible.

"This ......" Meng Huan was taken aback, if he was still a mortal at this time, he would definitely be shocked into a cold sweat.

In just a moment, the old witch was sucked into a dry corpse, without any spiritual energy, turned into a gray and yellow dead tree, hanging on those stone forests, and a wooden nail fell to the ground, making a sound of metal colliding.

Falling pins can be heard!

Everyone was expressionless, as if they had already known the result.

Meng Huan looked at those demon corpses that were several feet long, and breathed a sigh of relief, if it weren't for this old locust tree demon, he might have been the one who died.

After those stone trees killed people, they seemed to turn into ordinary stones, without any aura, as if they were not the ones who committed the murder just now.

And in the depths of the stone forest, there was a trace of fluctuation, Meng Huanqiang looked at it, and saw gray-yellow fruits, and there were still a few traces of red in the fruits, hanging on the stone trees.

It seems that this is the fruit that attracts the people here, and the people here do not tell the newcomers about it because they want to see the death of a monk and the blood sacrifice of the spiritual fruit.

What a ruthless heart!

A dark cloud floated in, and Meng Huan didn't need to look at the cloud to know who was coming.

"There are so many immortal fruits, don't you all want them?" she took the lead, and was about to ride the clouds into the stone forest.

Meng Huan suffered from her grandfather's cause and effect, so naturally she couldn't sit idly by, and before the girl could react, she was knocked down by the golden light and fell to the ground.

"You're a megalomaniac again, why are you ruining my chance?" Yu Xiaoyu glared angrily, and then his eyes were horrified, "You're not dead, what are you doing, don't come here, those fruits will be given to you!"

Meng Huan took the King Kong Zhuo, glanced at Yu Xiaoyu, and said, "It's the second time!"

After only three days, he stopped thinking about it and secretly guarded the monks around him. Just when he rescued Yu Xiaoyu, the momentum of some monks increased sharply, and it seemed that as soon as Meng Huan showed his flaws, he would be sent into the stone forest, instead of the girl, and the blood sacrifice fruit.

Meng Huan's bad is not the fate of the girl Yu Xiaoyu, but their chance.

Yu Xiaoyu was inexplicable, he didn't know what the first time or the second time, and was about to ask, but he felt that the atmosphere was wrong, so he stayed quietly in the rear.

"Who is that man? so arrogant!" a gloomy man asked "quietly," and everyone could hear it.

"Isn't that the host of the secret realm, the Xuangu Sect Master?" replied in a strange manner.

"It turned out to be the Xuangu Sect Master! However, since the Xuangu Sect Master is the host, how about you please enter the forest and lead the way for us?" said another male cultivator with a short stature.

The three of them sang and harmonized, just wanting Meng Huan to "compensate" for a sacrifice.

"Not how!" Meng Huan said lightly, for a group of rookies, he didn't need to be vain.

"Then I'll ...... later," the short man had not finished speaking, but the gloomy monk next to him interrupted him.

"We don't embarrass the Xuangu Sect Master, why don't you send that little girl in?" the gloomy man pointed at Yu Xiaoyu.

Meng Huan smiled, he knew that this person was not afraid of himself, but wanted him to fight with Yu Xiaoyu, and then it would be two sacrifices.

"Not good!"

Yu Xiaoyu didn't know why, but she also sensed that the megalomaniac was not trying to hurt her, and it seemed that he still wanted to save her.

She saw the three monks rushing towards Meng Huan to make a move on him, but Meng Huan was calm, just grabbed one of the arms, turned a punch, and threw the three monks together and flew towards the stone forest.

The three monks broke through the sky like lightning, and when they were thrown like this, their mana was scattered, and they couldn't borrow their strength and couldn't stop. They can only transform into demon bodies, but it seems that this will not help.

Some of the monks who were about to move stopped moving and stayed aside.

Soon, there were several more corpses on the stone forest, a black snake, a big gray squirrel, and a pheasant.

Yu Xiaoyu's pupils shrank, and he understood what Meng Huan was doing, and his gaze at Meng Huan changed.

At this moment, a golden light flashed from the sky, and he arrived in front of the stone forest in an instant.

"Golden light!"

Meng Huan was shocked and looked at Xiong Feixian who showed his figure in the golden light.

"This person is not simple!" Meng Huan listed him in the ranks of those who could not be provoked.

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PS: There is something to do these days, just 2000 words a day, and it will probably not be until the 14th to recover 3000 to 4000 words a day, please understand.