After the black shadow appeared once, it completely disappeared, and the deathly silence returned to the outside.
Wu Chong ate the roasted black fruits and did not sleep.
Although the power of the demon power was suppressed to the point of being almost useless, the cultivation of the internal and external power was not affected. With the existence of these two forces, Wu Chong's "spiritual power" could still be mobilized. So he didn't sleep for two days.
will not be affected.
Time passes and the night recedes.
The sun returns to the earth.
Wu Chong walked out of the temple, only the eaten peel and burned black ashes were left inside.
It was also thanks to the fact that a piece of the ruined temple collapsed, otherwise he would have burned it until midnight and would have run out of firewood.
After the sun came out, the cold wave of the night receded strangely like the darkness. This scene was obviously abnormal, but now that he had no contact with other people in this world, Wu Chong couldn't figure out the reason.
When he reached the side of the stone tablet, Wu Chong stopped.
Bang!!
He raised his hand and slapped the bottom of the stone tablet, intending to break it and take it away.
But the stone tablet looked tattered, and its hardness was beyond expectation. Wu Chong hit the root of the stone tablet with all his strength, but it failed to leave any mark. On the contrary, his hands were numb from the shock, and he stepped back.
It took several steps to get rid of this counter-shock force.
"This stone..."
A strange color flashed in Wu Chong's eyes.
Not to mention, with his current internal strength alone, he could break steel with one palm strike. The stone tablet in front of him, which looked full of cracks and was about to break into pieces, did not move at all. On the contrary, it made his palms numb from the shock.
.
Look at the stone turtle in the back, it’s still the same as yesterday.
Wu Chong also tried to chop the stone turtle with his palm, but the result was the same.
This stone turtle cannot be broken into pieces!
After thinking for a while, he turned around, found a pillar on the stone steps nearby, and struck it with a palm.
Bang!!
The stone pillar broke with the sound, and the upper part flew directly out, bursting into seven or eight pieces in the air, and gravel splashed everywhere.
"It's not a matter of palm strength."
Wu Chong found another big stone, and when he hit it with his palm, the stone broke into seven or eight pieces. The palm prints at the fractured area penetrated deep into the heart of the stone, which showed the depth of his internal strength.
"Since it's not a problem with palm strength, it should be a problem with these things."
Wu Chong turned around and looked at the temple.
Barren weeds and collapsed temples.
Inside sat a broken statue of a god without its upper body.
Who broke this statue?
An idea flashed through Wu Chong.
Then he glanced at the bright sun, turned around, looked for a direction, and prepared to leave this place. When I first looked at this temple, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. When I looked at it again, I found that this place was full of uncontrollable factors.
Too dangerous.
Come back later to test it out.
Follow the black forest and move forward step by step.
The dilapidated temple behind him was gradually obscured by bushes. The stone turtle at the door and the broken statue on the top of the mountain seemed to be watching him, moving away little by little until his figure was completely obscured by the trees.
The temple remains the same.
Silent, occasionally the wind blows and shakes the leaves...
Following the direction of the sun, Wu Chong moved forward.
The forest was bigger than he expected. With the strength of his feet, he was still in the forest for most of the day. Looking back, the path was blocked by trees. At a glance, there were similar trees everywhere, as if
Caught in an endless cycle.
I don’t know the way forward, and I don’t see the way back.
"The direction is correct."
Wu Chong stopped and ate some black fruit to replenish his hunger, recalling the road he had traveled before in his mind.
After walking for so long, he also felt that something was wrong with this forest. Along the way, he didn't even see any animals, not even a single bird, beast or insect!
This is like a dead land.
The only difference that can be seen is the black fruit in his hand.
He doesn't even know now whether the chewed fruit he picked up yesterday was chewed by the black shadow last night. Because when he walked up to now, the only moving thing he saw was the black shadow last night.
at this time.
Suddenly there was a sound of sword fighting in the distance.
Normally, it would be absolutely impossible for someone to hear it from such a long distance, but in this silent forest, the slightest sound will be infinitely amplified until it is clearly audible.
Wu Chong, who was nibbling on the black fruit, paused in his hand and stood up quickly.
If there is a fight, it means there are people!
There is someone he can ask.
Thinking of this, he determined the direction and quickly moved towards the direction where the sound of fighting came.
Qiu Qiren stopped, and the violent movement caused a trace of blood to overflow from the corner of his mouth again.
A trace of worry flashed in the eyes of the little girl behind him who was being carried on his back, but she did not speak, let alone yell or cry.
She knows better than anyone who Qiu Qiren is fighting for now.
At the same time, hatred grew in the eyes of this little girl, who was only seven or eight years old.
Jianghu people, Jianghu affairs.
Many times grudges and grudges are sown since childhood, only to bloom when they grow up.
"Qiu Qi Ren, put the person down."
"This matter has nothing to do with you, why are you meddling in your own business?"
"Continuing to waste it will only cost you your life."
The three people who caught up quickly dispersed, surrounding Qiu Qiren and the little girl. The young scribe at the head looked at Qiu Qiren who had stopped, with a trace of fear in his eyes. This man is too crazy, if not
They really don't want to fight this lunatic if necessary.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Want to kill someone? Ask me about the knife in my hand first."
Qiu Qiren was carrying the little girl on his back and holding a steel knife in one hand.
The blade of the knife was full of cuts, and the blood remaining on it told the pursuers how fierce the fighting was.
"You lunatic!! This little girl is not related to you, how can she be so desperate!!?"
The leading young scribe was also a little anxious.
He was definitely going to kill this man. If he couldn't complete the master's mission, he would be dead even if he went back.
"This place is the First Demon Forest, the holy land of demons. It's not a disadvantage if you can bury your bones here..." Qiu Qilan said to the three of them.
The forest beneath their feet is the holy land of the devil.
The legendary place where the Demon Ancestor was born.
Before the Demon State was conquered, no outsiders were allowed to set foot in this place. The demons protected this place to the death, and no one was allowed to enter. Until the Daqi Iron Cavalry conquered the Demon State and swept across this area.
It was only after all the demonic forces reorganized Daozhou that the myth of the 'Holy Land' was shattered.
It is said that when the Daqidao army invaded, the demons refused to retreat.
Taoist official Ji Tianxiong used iron-blooded methods.
He washed all the demons nearby, and then set fire to them for three days and three nights before cutting off the faith of those demons.
Ji Tianxiong was also dubbed the "butcher" by the devil.
"You want to die, but I haven't lived enough! Return the devil, this is Daozhou now!"
Before the young scribe could speak, the man behind him couldn't help but cursed angrily.