As more and more strange and drastic changes occur, the entire Qingyan Town also has corresponding impacts.
The buildings have disappeared, replaced by caves of various monsters. It seems as if we have arrived at the Lion Camel Ridge in Journey to the West, where the mountains and plains are filled with monsters and monsters.
Although Morning Street is in a closed environment, it is still not immune to customs.
When the nearest mountain spider changed drastically, a demon cultivator crawled into Morning Street along the imaginary wall.
Nowadays, the dense residential area inside is covered with a thick layer of spider silk, and from time to time, half-human, half-spider demon cultivators can be seen appearing.
The people in Morning Street all hid in cellars and lived on the little food they had left.
They didn't know what was going on outside, but occasionally they could hear screams. It must be that someone couldn't bear it and walked out of the house.
The proportion of women among spider demon cultivators is extremely high.
They were not in a hurry to kill their prey, but instead enjoyed the despair of mortals on the spider web, and could not help but let out sweet laughter like bells.
Sanmu Alley is no longer as lively as it once was. The dilapidated alley is filled with various types of corpses and a few dilapidated coffins.
The mouse quietly slipped out of the crack in the wall. Before it could reach the corpse, it was tangled in a spider web and soon turned into a pupa.
There were people moving around in the coffin shop, and suppressed curses could be heard.
There were at least dozens of people crowded together in the shop, and all of them had cultivation levels above the Foundation Establishment stage, and the atmosphere seemed extremely depressing.
The old coffin man was lying against the wall with a calm face, a slight snore coming from his mouth and nose.
The other monks did not dare to offend him. After all, it was said that Coffin Lao had reached the Nascent Soul stage and was the most important means of escaping Chenjie.
They all transferred their anger to the young man in the corner, looking at him constantly.
The young man's cultivation had only just entered the foundation building stage, but his courage was far beyond ordinary. He was slowly polishing a piece of iron that looked like an ordinary piece of iron.
Du Cun had a rough face and looked around with cryptic eyes. Then he walked quickly to the young man and said in a low voice: "Han Li, don't you know what's happening now?"
"The only feasible way is for us to escape from Morning Street together."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other monks immediately responded.
Du Cun's expression was slightly satisfied. If it weren't for the coffin elder's sake, he could have abandoned Han Li and found a way to escape on his own.
He had secretly accumulated reputation in the past few days in order to completely isolate Han Li.
Han Li put down the piece of iron in his hand and said in an unquestionable tone: "Don't hinder me from dealing with the strange things. Get away."
"You are really crazy."
Du Cun's expression changed drastically, and he almost couldn't help but drop his clenched fist.
Han Li didn't bother to pay attention to the others. On the surface, he continued to polish the iron pieces, but in fact, he was trying to refine a magic weapon that could limit weirdness.
He and Coffin Lao have the Nether Celestial Insect Magic at their side, and the Shadowless Ghost complements each other, so it is really not difficult to leave Chenjie.
But I came here just to call the watchman, so I can't come back empty-handed.
After Han Li sharpened the iron piece, he was ready, waiting for the "broiler" to flee recklessly on the morning street and seize the opportunity to arrest the watchman.
Du Cun narrowed his eyes and exuded murderous intent: "Han Li, no one can stop you from dying, but don't block our way of survival."
Han Li opened his mouth and replied: "You can leave if you want, the gate is right there."
The monks were furious. If it weren't for the mountain spider demon cultivator who was watching with eager eyes outside, they would have immediately drawn their swords against Han Li.
When Du Cun saw the other people's faces, he revealed an imperceptible smile and said, "In this case, we will leave the store on a different day."
He looked at Mr. Coffin and asked respectfully: "Mr. Coffin, look..."
The coffin elder opened his eyes, shook his head and refused: "I have no intention of living until my life is approaching, so you can escape from the morning street on your own."
Du Cun's expression showed a hint of gloom. If he hadn't known that Han Li and Coffin Lao were not familiar with each other, he might have thought that the two of them had a hidden agenda.
The coffin elder couldn't help but remind: "You can choose the noon time during the day when you have a better view. At least you won't touch the spider silk on the ground."
"We plan to go later. The monk's eyes can already see at night."
Du Fang chose to refuse without hesitation, and even felt that Mr. Coffin was trying to trick him, and the hidden vigilance in his heart was palpable.
The shop fell into silence again.
Han Li took out a fishing net and carefully hung the iron pieces on it.
It was getting late without realizing it, and the streets in the morning were silent. You could only vaguely hear the demon cultivators crawling on the cobwebs.
Du Fang and others were ready. Because they had no magical weapons, they all held simple swords in their hands, and the blades shone with a cold light.
They dug a hole in the corner and prepared to crawl out of the shop.
Han Li looked at the youngest monk, hesitated and said, "Ajin, you have to think carefully about the road ahead with a narrow escape from death."
"Brother Han..."
Before Jin Hui could say anything, Du Cun and others drew their swords from Lu Zhang and walked toward Han Li.
The coffin elder coughed a few times and barely suppressed the anger in Du Cun's heart. The latter waved his hand and led everyone out of the shop.
Jin Hui hesitated, but finally chose to follow Du Cun.
After they walked away, the coffin elder couldn't help but sigh: "Han Li, why do you need to say so many words? It almost affects the overall situation."
Han Li gripped the wooden table tightly, his nails digging into the tabletop: "I just feel it's a pity that they all deserve to die, but Ajin..."
"Not every good person can survive."
Han Li said in a deep voice: "That's why the Immortal Master wants to open up the Immortal Market, provide endless food, and give everyone the same opportunity to practice."
He became more and more excited. This young man who had always hidden his inner feelings inevitably had a more emotional side.
The old man coffin shook his head.
He felt that the Immortal Lord's purpose was not pure, but his merits were indeed real.
In the silence, a shrill scream came from the entrance of Miki Alley.
The morning street suddenly became boiling, like hunters approaching the hunting season, ready to attack the monks who had exposed their traces.
The coffin elder took out a jar of peach wine and drank a sip of peach wine to warm his body. Then he opened the door gently and walked out of the shop with Han Li in tacit agreement.
The two of them had memorized every detail in the neighborhood and walked through the residential area using both hands and feet.
Han Li turned back and glanced at Sanmu Alley. He could smell a faint smell of blood and didn't know how many monks were dead a few meters away from the shop.
His mood was affected, and his right foot accidentally landed on an imperceptible spider thread, causing ripples in the surrounding spider webs.
It seems like a demonic correction is coming quickly.
Han Li calmly stabbed the center of his eyebrow with a needle-like magic weapon. A chill enveloped his whole body. The demon cultivator realized that it was not a living thing and walked away again.
The coffin elder reminded: "Be careful."
"good."
They came to a relatively open space and skillfully took out the gongs and started beating them.
Before Han Li came to Morning Street, Mr. Coffin had already investigated the taboos of watchmen, one of which was the sound of gongs late at night.
"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful about the fire."
A strange accent came.
However, Yigui was obviously weaker, and the resentment in his words could still be heard.
"I will deal with him first, Han Li, you are ready to take action at any time."
The coffin elder snorted coldly and covered his facial features with the hair on his head, revealing the sharp teeth and sharp mouth at the back of his neck.
Then there was a sound of bones colliding all over his body, and his hands and feet were forcibly twisted 180 degrees, as if he was a different person.
Insect beetles cover the skin, and sharp bone spurs grow out of the joints, making it look very ferocious.
Although Coffin Lao's cultivation level has dropped to the Golden Core stage, he still has to wait for the means to use the Nascent Soul stage. This method is Nascent Soul possession.
The watchman appeared within half a meter of the coffin as if teleporting, and the evil spirit turned into substance and was shot out.
The coffin master flexibly dodged left and right, and at the same time waited for opportunities to move, leaving streaks of damage all over the watchman's body.
However, Wei Wei was Wei Wei after all, and his resilience was far beyond imagination, and he quickly gained the upper hand.
Han Li grabbed a fishing net, and the aura of the treacherous device was clearly revealed.
He knew that he only had one chance, and if he missed it, he might die, and cold sweat broke out on his palms.
The coffin elder did not try to put pressure on Han Li, and tried his best to maintain the state of being possessed by the Nascent Soul.
Han Li took a deep breath and quickly found the flaw exposed by the watchman. He gathered strength in his legs and prepared to throw the fishing net weapon.
At this moment, heavy footsteps came.
Du Cun hugged the petite Jin Hui and ran into the residential area in a panic, followed by several mountain spider demon cultivators chasing him.
He kept cutting Jin Hui's flesh and blood and threw it to the demon cultivators in an attempt to escape, but he was obviously completely crazy.
"I must not die. Why should I die here? Why..."
Jin Hui's face was distorted because of the pain. When he saw the figures of the coffin elders and the two men, he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Brother Han, save me."
Han Li lowered his head, took a deep breath, and then accurately threw the fishing net.
The fishing net enveloped the watchman, and the trap immediately merged into flesh and blood, and the iron pieces immediately scratched the tough skin.
The coffin elder slapped the watchman several times, and finally put it into a specific magic weapon.
The Mountain Spider Demon Cultivator also noticed the two of them, roaring from his mouth, and the sound of limbs crawling could be heard from the tops of the buildings on Morning Street.
"gone."
After the coffin master finished speaking, he used the Shadowless Ghost to hide in the shadows. Han Li bit his lip and followed.
There were too many mountain spider demon cultivators, and their webs were all over the morning streets. Mr. Coffin was not sure whether he could escape.
The demon cultivator held Jin Hui's broken body and enjoyed the thrill of the chase.
But they didn't notice that a ghost wolf wearing bone armor appeared on the moonlit city wall.
Ah woo~~~
The wolf howled as if it was venting something, and the huge figure jumped down.
The two coffin elders stopped and looked up at Ren Qing, not caring about the growing number of mountain spider demon cultivators around them.
"Lightless."
The morning street turned into darkness, and even the sound disappeared.
After a while, the light returned.
The mountain spiders froze in place, seeing that all the houses and cellars were floating in the air, being forcibly held up by ghosts.
A strange mouth dozens of meters long was exposed on the ground, swallowing the people on the morning street directly into it.
The ghost wolf stood in the empty morning street, the dragon and snake spines whipping the air.
"Are you the Rabbit and Toad Fairy?"
The ghost wolf disappeared instantly.
It was like a cut scene in a movie. In the blink of an eye, only corpses were left on the ground, and the ghosts seemed to have never moved.
As Ren Qing and Chao Qing walked along the town, he flicked the dragon-snake spine.
There were many cracks in the city wall, and then the upper part slowly slid off, and the cuts were extremely smooth.
As a demon cultivator, the weird ones in the pseudo-yang god realm are his opponents on this trip.
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