On the collapsed rock wall, a colorful and huge flower bloomed.

Cheng Yan walked forward happily, "Let me tell you, I saw it in "Monster Test" yesterday. This kind of flower is called Rafflesia, which is unique to the world of monsters... Wow."

Before he could finish his words, the five petals of the flower suddenly closed up, covering his whole body inside, leaving only his two feet kicking around outside, making a whimpering cry.

Zhuo Yu released flames to burn them. Fire defeated wood plants, but the flowers didn't seem to be afraid. They just spit them out with great dissatisfaction and said in disgust, "Bah, it tastes bad."

Then it moved up quickly against the stone wall and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"That's not a Rafflesia flower, it's a flower-shaped monster called Huamou." Mu Xue said with a smile.

"Strange, did I see it wrong?" Cheng Yan frustratedly cleaned up the sticky solution remaining on his body.

Everyone started laughing and joking. Ever since he got the new book, he had done this kind of thing several times along the way.

At this moment, a gentle reminder came from the end of the team, "Here we come."

It was the demon cultivator who was following the team. He gave a faint reminder, causing everyone to reflexively tighten their bodies, draw out their weapons, and concentrate on the foggy road ahead.

Not long after, there was a rustling sound in the thick fog in the distance. Everyone held their breath and waited attentively.

First, a few legs as thick as bamboo stick out from the white mist, and then eight red eyes hanging high in the air. A huge eight-legged flower-backed spider emerges from the thick mist.

Lin Yin vomited and waved his hands repeatedly: "God, I can't do this."

Cheng Yan had already put his hands together and used the magic of heaven and earth. His skin glowed with golden light, his body became huge, and he rushed towards the terrifying demon.

The flexible vines broke through the ground, grew wildly, and tightly wrapped around the monster's body and long legs. The huge flames rose into the sky, burning the huge monster and screaming.

Mu Xue's red figure appeared at the tail of the spider.

Wangchuan sword came out, Shuangxue became angry, the sword energy lit up with a long and broad cold light, and he slashed down in the air, cutting off the waist of the spider with one sword.

The highly poisonous green blood splashed all over the floor, and when burned by the flames, poisonous smoke evaporated.

The demon whose body was broken into two parts let out a harsh and unpleasant scream, curled up its long legs, rolled a few times in the flames on the ground, and gradually stopped moving. There was a burning smell from the flames.

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Mu Xue stood on the clouds, holding the sword in his hand. At this moment, the fighting spirit was still in his heart. His heart was connected with the sword, his mind was free, and he wished he could scream loudly.

Zhuo Yu raised his eyes to look at her, "What happened? Your sword power seems to have improved again."

"Wow, it was solved so quickly. I didn't even have time to take action." Ding Lanlan clapped happily. As a girl, there are few who are not afraid of this kind of spider. It's great not to participate in the battle. "As expected, I told Xiaoxue

Likewise, after we work together and have a tacit understanding, we are also very powerful."

Before everyone could be happy, the rustling sound came from the thick fog again. Looking back, they saw several huge figures like before, slowly emerging from the fog.

Ding Lanlan covered her forehead helplessly and touched the newly made puppet with pity, "Come on, I've wronged you!"

The fighting was fierce.

The little puppet Qianji was rubbing his hands against a low wall, running uneasily. The monks from the fairy world were still too reluctant to face so many huge spider monsters. Many people were defeated, but the master only hugged

Go ahead, stand here and watch the battle silently.

"Do we really not need to take action? Master." Qianji rubbed his little hands, "Many of them are injured."

"No need," Cen Qianshan said lightly, "actual combat is the best training for people. These people are too weak."

On the battlefield, Lin Yin's flying magic weapon was stuck by a wisp of spider silk and fell from the air unexpectedly. A cloud passed by, and Mu Xue reached out to catch her.

"You don't need to save me, who...who wants you to get into trouble?"

"Oh, then I'll let it go." Mu Xue raised her eyebrows.

Lin Yin lowered her head and saw a long-legged monster covered with hair, opening its sticky and terrifying mouthparts at her feet.

"No, no, no, don't let go, fly quickly, fly faster. Don't let go." Lin Yin screamed and grabbed Mu Xue's hand tightly.

Mu Xue dragged Lin Yin through the appendages of demons and monsters in the sky, avoiding a cloud of extremely sticky white spider silk. She swung her sword to cut off the two chelicerae that were caught in front of her.

Inside, there was green poisonous blood splashing out. Mu Xue had no way to avoid it, so she raised her arms to cover it, knowing that this would cause some minor injuries.

A black figure instantly appeared in front of her, opening a red circle with one hand to block the poisonous blood splashing in the sky.

The man turned his eyes sideways, looked her up and down, and saw a few small corroded wounds on the back of her hands, and there was an evil spirit in his eyes.

Xiao Qianji was talking on the wall, "That's right. These people probably live a comfortable life. They all look so weak that they are not suitable to be around her. They should exercise."

Before he finished speaking, the master's figure suddenly disappeared and teleported into the battlefield.

Ah, it turns out it’s not okay if you get hurt a little bit, but it doesn’t matter if everyone else besides Mu gets hurt a little bit.

Really, I can’t explain it clearly.

Qian Ji complained, jumped down from the wall, and rushed towards the battlefield.

Lin Yin followed Mu Xue down from Yingtianyun.

She was born to be afraid of creatures like spiders. In order not to let everyone look down upon her, she gritted her teeth and overcame the extremely nauseating feeling in her heart to fight such a huge spider. Her legs were almost weak from fear.

The difficult battlefield that had just been blocked by smoke and dust had turned into a one-sided massacre after Cen Qianshan joined.

Who would have thought that even that little tin puppet, who was acting cute all the way, would transform into a six-armed, three-eyed, ferocious-looking Mahakala.

The mechanical god with a scowl on his face stood in the thick smoke, and a strong light shot out from the sky between his brows, mercilessly cutting and strangling the giant spiders in the billowing smoke.

"I found out that no one cares about this Master Cen all the way. He only protects you." Lin Yin said dissatisfiedly, "Don't you guys know each other a long time ago?"

"Yes, when I followed Senior Brother Fu to Dongyue Temple ten years ago, I happened to walk a while."

Ten years ago, Mu Xue was only six years old. Lin Yin felt a little uncomfortable.

She was in the same class as Mu Xue. This junior sister who was younger than her seemed to have a soft character, but she was actually full of bad intentions. Whenever she wanted to bully her, she would always be the unlucky one in the end.

Moreover, she was very lucky, and both the teachers and the senior brothers and sisters in her sect were especially protective of her.

Now, even this famous demon cultivator protects her like this.

Lin Yin felt jealous and thought, I will never ignore this guy again.

But Mu Xue still pulled her and showed her a small spot on the back of her hand that was splashed with venom, and pouted.

"Here, do you have to take out such a small injury?" Lin Yin stomped his feet angrily, but after all, he applied the Yumojuan two or three times to restore the skin to its original condition.

In the sky, a bit of sunlight shines through the clouds towards the earth, finally dispersing the chaotic and unclear fog.

The smoke from the battlefield dispersed, leaving behind giant corpses like mountains on the left and right.

The man who transformed into Shura and killed the demons sheathed his sword and slowly walked back from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. Behind him, the ferocious-looking Great Black God shrank and turned into a small iron puppet.

, jumping and jumping all the way to follow.

It was the first time that the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect had truly seen the strength of the demon cultivator. It was also the first time that they had seen the real killing and cruelty on the battlefield.

"Master Cen, with your strength, you are invincible when hunting monsters. I'm afraid there are no monsters in the world of demons that you can't kill, right?" During the break, Cheng Yan talked to Cen Qianshan.

"You say such things because you have never seen the battlefield in the demon world." The black-clothed demon cultivator lowered his eyelashes and wiped the blood on the puppet with a piece of fine cloth.

They have arrived near the city wall. The once towering city wall now has a huge gap, and the slightest trace of skylight shines into the city wall through the gap.

That land of mixed light and shadow is still piled with messy gravels and a large number of semi-weathered animal and human bones. It can be imagined that when the monsters broke through the city hundreds of years ago, the fighting here was brutal.

Cen Qianshan raised his eyes and looked at the incomplete city wall, "Many people die here every day, and no matter how powerful the monk is, he may die on the battlefield the next moment. The reason why I have such a little fame is because I have not died in battle yet.

That’s all.”

Cheng Yan was silent. He had liked reading books about various monsters since he was a child. Often in the dead of night, he imagined how colorful the world where humans and elves coexisted was.

It was only now, when he really arrived here, that he finally understood how difficult and hard it was to face such a huge and terrifying demon every day, and to participate in the life-and-death battle just now every day.

In the past, Tiezhufeng's master liked to arrange for them to be on duty at Chongxu Temple at the foot of the mountain, guarding the noodle shop and receiving pilgrims. Young people always felt that such tasks were too boring, and they were eager to receive vigorous and exciting combat missions.

At this moment, he suddenly missed the comfortable and fragrant smell in the noodle shop.

Cen Qianshan turned his hand and took out a long Xiao, his eyes moved in a certain direction imperceptibly, and he raised the Xiao to his lips.

The sky is covered with clouds, and the slightest bit of light remains.

The sound of the flute rises from the hole in the earth, like a clear spring with cold water, like sitting in the snow and embracing the ice.

The music sobs, clear and far away, thick and sultry. It seems that someone has stripped away all the thoughts, and softened the heartache. I am alone in that cold court, lonely for the rest of my life, and my heart is nameless and difficult to disappear.

It also seems like someone is warmed by hibiscus tents and drunk with peach blossoms. Both are as tender as water, frightened in the snow, and how many spring feelings are lived up to.

Those who are not affectionate will not be able to play this tune. Those who are unintentional and serious will not be able to play this tune.

The noisy camp gradually became quiet amidst the long and lingering sound of the flute, and those who listened to the music were inevitably moved by the music, tasting a glass of bitter wine and sharing the sorrow.

Several girls were sitting around the fire. Ding Lanlan reached out and wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Oh, I cried when I listened to it." She said with some embarrassment, "This song sounds so sad."

Mu Xue squatted beside her, holding a branch to stir the fire, silent, not knowing what she was thinking.

"In the past, when I read their storybooks, I didn't think it was anything. I always thought it was a story, which was quite interesting."

Another girl pointed to the direction from which the roar came, and lowered her voice, "Now that I see a real person, I suddenly feel very miserable. Think about it, how did you endure being alone in the empty ruins for more than a hundred years?"

come over."

"Hey, I'm really curious about what kind of woman Master Mu is. Look at that woman, she's talented and beautiful, and can do anything. Why didn't Master Mu look down on her back then? There must be someone like this
To be continued...