Song Ziran: "I think this evil thing is related to the demon clan."

Where did you see it? Did you think about the pitiful little information from these two people who are already terminally ill and don’t know what they are and can’t figure out the situation? It’s just nonsense.

Song Ziran: "My intuition tells me that something interesting will happen tonight."

Sometimes the intuition of monks is also one of their ceremonies.

Ji Wan didn't pay any attention to him anymore. Seeing that although she had not expressed her opinion and was not very opposed, Song Ziran decided to explore Zizhu Mountain at night.

These two mortals deserved to have harmed so many innocent women, but now they are scared to the point of being stumbled. The two of them only left them in the inn without much care.

Zizhu Mountain is located on the east side of the town. It looks like the head of a lion and tiger at night, and is somewhat attractive in the dark. The two of them are practitioners and are not affected at all. When they reached the depths of the Zizhu Forest, Song Ziran's nose moved and found the rich atmosphere of the demon clan here.

Song Ziran: "Attack of the word, good and bad spirits are really demons."

Ji Wan: "Ha... Does your face hurt?"

Song Ziran's skin is as thick as his snake skin, so of course it won't hurt.

Although the two of them felt the aura of the demon clan in the purple bamboo forest, they had not found any clues until dawn. They heard a strange laugh.

"You have no way to hell, you just want to break in."

The two of them looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. This is the great immortal in the mouth of the two. As soon as they showed their figure, a feeling of blood and bloody smell came out. No wonder they dared to indicate the two mortals with their voices and dared not show their true faces, otherwise they would not have scared them to death.

The monster that appeared in front of the two was just like a human figure. He was skinny and naked, his legs were blue-gray, covered with corpse spots, his arms were flanked like bats on the outside, and his head was a flesh-free skeleton, which smelled disgusting.

"No wonder I didn't dare to show my body for half a night. It turned out that I was honored and didn't dare to see anyone," Song Ziran calmed down and looked at it again, and his tone became even more joking: "Oh~ Which one is this? His hobbies are really special. What's wrong with robbing? I have to give up robbing a hundred ghosts to play with. It's really a great fun."

The so-called Hundred Ghosts are a very common low-level monster in the human world. People with resentment will be divided after death and resentment will be everywhere. If a part of them falls in the extreme yin land, evil spirits will be produced. This evil spirit is obsessed with reorganizing the body. However, this evil spirit is not wise, and of course it is impossible to find scattered corpses by themselves. They usually find other parts that can be spliced ​​together at will, and do not have basic aesthetics. If a walking corpse is formed at will, it will look strange.

This hundred ghosts are very weak because the soul that resides in the body is too strong, so that the body collapses quickly... And the soul of the demon clan who is robbed is also very strange. Since it can abandon the soul of the body and leave the body, it is a powerful person. What kind of body can't reach? What kind of ghosts who can't even practice will make trouble?

Ji Wan: "It's not that he doesn't look for it, it's that he can't find anything better than this... Because in this formation, only weak things like possessed by hundreds of ghosts will not be sucked away."

The hundred ghosts laughed: "The little girl is so smart."

Ji Wan looked at him coldly, and a golden light flashed on her forehead. The originally hidden witch pattern appeared, turning into half of the legs of hundreds of ghosts that were actually burning, and the firelight spreads upward.

Ji Wan said slowly: "It's just a hundred ghosts, how could you call me a little girl?"

The hundred ghosts cursed in their hearts, and consumed their souls to put out the fire for themselves. They thought that sooner or later they would make you suffer, but they did not show any indignation on their faces: "It was the witch clan coming. I don't know Mount Tai, so why both of them are so angry! Everyone is a worldly person, so why not live in peace? It's better for me to tell you about the situation here."

Song Ziran: "It's too late to pretend to be kind at this time! Didn't you deliberately lure us in? We don't dare to believe it when you talk about the situation here."

The hundred ghosts found that the situation was wrong and immediately wanted to retreat, but he had just lost one leg, so it was so easy to escape from the two of them. After running for only two meters, he was caught by Song Ziran. His face changed drastically and a trace of evil appeared: "You don't leave a way out for me, don't blame me for being cruel."

He laughed strangely, and his head suddenly flew out and hit a tree. In an instant, the earth shook, and the land under Ji Wan and Song Ziran's feet cracked, and the bodies of hundreds of ghosts fell into the cracks.

In the darkness, Ji Wan's hand was grabbed by a pair of big hands, and she was gently pulled into the cold arms, and she only heard a muffled groan. Ji Wan wanted to stretch out her other hand to investigate, but was stopped by Song Ziran: "There is something on both walls, don't touch it, it will fall to the bottom of the crack in the ground soon."

Ji Wan could feel that Song Ziran had just been injured to protect her, but she didn't know what kind of wound it was.

"Song Ziran..."

As soon as it landed, Song Ziran fell down. The bottom area of ​​the crack was very small, and only three people could sit side by side. Fortunately, it was flat soil and nothing strange was seen.

Ji Wan held him in her arms in horror, let him put his legs on his shoulders, and checked the wounds for him.

The Snake King, with bright eyes, held her hand tightly and refused to let her move.

"Awan, I feel pain~"

Ji Wan could feel the wetness of the hem of the skirt, because it was cold here, and the snake's blood only brought a little temperature.

"Stop making trouble! I'll look at the wound."

Beautiful people always take advantage of it. Even Ji Wan couldn't stand it if she was so cute. She was not particularly reluctant to kiss him and hug him.

Song Sansui: "If you don't look at the wound, Awan will look at me!"

In just a few words, Ji Wan's large area of ​​skin was stained with blood, proving that his injuries were absolutely not light. He could not help but be willful. Ji Wan turned him sideways and indeed saw two wounds that were deep and visible to the bone.

Song Ziran is the snake king. Although his body strength is not as strong as Ji Wan, he is already extremely tough and cannot be injured easily. However, the sharp piercing penetrates during the fall, which is enough to show that these things are strange, and Song Ziran cannot gather by himself after being injured, which surprised Ji Wan even more.

Ji Wan: "Shut up!"

He was forbidden from disturbing himself and no longer distracted. Ji Wan was focused on eliminating the dirty blood from his wounds.

"I have one more sentence, the last sentence."

Seeing Ji Wan ignored him, he didn't care. He looked at the busy woman happily, and couldn't suppress his emotions.

"Awan, I like you!"

Ji Wan calmly pulled out the last trace of dirty blood for him without hearing this. It turned out that there was some special substance around the wound. The dirty blood was removed, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye when he saw him.

Song Ziran: "Why does Awan ignore me~"

Ji Wan: "Look at the side."

Song Ziran turned his head to look. Because when they fell into the crack of the ground, they deliberately slowed down the falling speed in order to detect the situation at the bottom, so the bodies of the hundred ghosts fell faster than them. Without the most important head, all the bodies fell apart. Just now, Ji Wan turned him sideways to check his wounds, so he didn't notice that the hundred ghosts' corpse was behind him--the closest to him was a curved leg full of corpse spots.

When Ji Wanruo was healing his wounds, the purpose was this leg, so it was difficult to feel about his love words. Thinking from the perspective of others, the same is true for him. If you don’t know how to remember this scene when you hear the three words “Xinyu You”, it’s so terrible—but why is he so unlucky?

Song Ziran angrily burned all the corpses of all kinds of ghosts.

Seeing that he was so stunning, Ji Wan changed the subject: "What did you hurt you just now?"

Speaking of serious matters, Song Ziran quickly sat down: "It seems that it is somebody's teeth, and the wound is not poisonous."

Song Ziran is a king snake. He uses the snakes of all poisons in the world as food. He is born without fear of any toxins. What is attached to his wound is the erosion of the formation. He wants to suck him dry with all kinds of holes. Song Ziran will obviously be in a bad mood.

Ji Wan: "What do you think of that hundred ghosts, what is their original cultivation level?"

Song Ziran: "I can't compare to me."

But it is probably not as good as Ji Wanqiang, who has been practicing for more than ten years. What is the reason why he has done so miserably?

Ji Wan: "This formation is a bit weird. You can close your eyes and rest first, and I'll study it."

Hundreds of ghosts had discovered them on the edge of the forest, but they released demonic energy to lure them into the forest. From the beginning, they knew that there was an evil formation in the forest, which sucked the flesh and blood of the monks all the time. They were deeply hurt and wanted to pull people like an abyss to strengthen the formation instead of taking the opportunity to ask for help, but they were afraid they were already half crazy.

Song Ziran: "Awan, I made you fall into a trap."

Ji Wan: "This formation is useless to me, you should care about yourself first!"

Ji Wan is a witch. She has no clear cultivation level. Her body is in chaos, her flesh and blood are extremely strong, and the formation cannot absorb anything from her. Song Ziran is different. This formation seems to be specifically targeted at the monks of the demon clan. She will never give up until she sucks her bones and blood.

Song Ziran really closed his eyes when he heard this. Because the crypt was narrow, he leaned on Ji Wan's shoulder very calmly and rubbed it before closing his eyes.

Ji Wan: "..."

Song Ziran is not good at formations, and this is the specialty of the witch clan... He sleeps on the shoulders of a beautiful woman, even if it is gloomy and dangerous here. In this almost confined space, love is not gradually arisen, and at worst it is a romantic way to die under the peony flowers.

The next day, Ji Wan understood the formation that had been set up here for thousands of years and was happy: "You may have to stay here for a while. Everything has two sides. The prosperity will decline, and the extreme will turn the situation. Although this is a dangerous place to absorb the blood of the demon clan, it is also an opportunity for the demon clan."

Song Ziran: "...Wait, Awan! What does 'you' mean? Did I misunderstand it when I am here alone?"

Ji Wan: "That's right, I'm so happy that I'm going to go out, you're here alone."

Song Ziran: "Then let's go out together, I don't need this opportunity..."

Ji Wan: "No! When the mortal demon tribe enters, either the soul, bones and blood will be sucked dry like a hundred ghosts, or the formation will be confronted, absorbed the power of the formation, and be able to break through the formation. There is no second way."
Chapter completed!