Chapter 613: The Yin Silk Hand
The white-faced ape seems to despise those low-level foods.
It allowed the demonic wolves living in groups to eat up all the humans in the grass.
The human-faced ape licked its thick lips and looked cruelly at the few capable little guys who had fled from its sight when Feng Sha attacked Lin just now.
Its stomach was rumbling, and it seemed to have a strong appetite. It jumped down from the hill, carrying the small mountain behind it like a meteorite falling to the earth. The heavy wind made the solid ground shake. It sank three inches.
But when the human-faced ape landed on its feet, its entire body floated on the ground as light as a feather.
With the blow of the long wind, the figure turned into a huge lightning with lightness and flexibility, and disappeared under the hill.
Two men fled together, running wildly through the mountains and forests.
They dare not wield swords, because in this world, the sky is not just the home of monks.
If they break away from the natural shelter of the earth and are exposed to the sky alive, some terrifying monsters waiting in the wind and clouds will only torture them to death like they are playing with little mice.
After the huge movement of a storm hunting, the entire valley fell into a strange silence and death, and the pursuit and hunting behind seemed to have stopped in this tranquility.
But these two people never think so, because they know very well that silent death is what is truly terrifying.
The mountain forest behind it is dense and the ancient trees are towering. For the man-faced ape carrying a heavy mountain, it is extremely time-consuming to travel. If it pursues it at close range, there will definitely be a terrifying sound of collapsing trees behind it.
But no.
What’s even more terrifying is that when they occasionally tremble and look back, they can see the depths of the forest. The huge shadow is chasing the two of them like the tide of the sea, following them like a shadow, getting closer and closer. .
When he turned around, one of the human monks instantly collapsed and became distraught. He was unaware of the trap set by the ghost spider beneath his feet.
The Devil's Valley is full of dangers. Sometimes the real danger is not just the pursuit from behind, but also the eager fangs.
In addition, over time in the mountains and forests, those monsters habitually leave cruel traps that they use to hunt food and even their own kind.
When you are fleeing for life and death every night, if you don't pay attention to your steps, you will sink to death in this jungle without even having those monsters tear your body apart.
The severe pain coming from his feet was not fatal, but it made the young monk's heart instantly sink to the bottom.
The Yin Silk Hand is made of ghost spiders spinning silk into a web, which is knotted under the forest leaves and above the earth.
The strange thing is that this silk contains highly toxic substances, and its color can be blended and concealed according to the surrounding environment and weather.
Once entangled, it cuts into the skin and is extremely difficult to remove.
The silk is dead silk, but it contains infinite strength, tearing the wound like a ghost hand. Unless the muscles and bones are torn, the flesh and blood are separated, it will never leave the body.
Except for a very careful person, it would be extremely difficult to discover the existence of this vaginal hand.
Not only human monks died at the hands of this Yinsi every day, but even some demons survived.
A look of despair instantly appeared on the face of the young monk. The spider silk wrapped around his ankle twisted and tightened crazily. In an instant, the area below the ankle seemed to be torn apart by a ghost hand. Fly out of body.
His body lost balance and fell heavily to the ground, and around him, there were more vaginal hands climbing towards him.
The monk propped up his sword in despair and wanted to kill himself.
He never thought that his companion, who he fell in love with briefly, could turn around and save him. They were strangers who met in a desperate situation. They joined forces to survive. Now he is worthless, and there are many murderous intentions behind him. .
Everyone is selfish, and he doesn't have that naive idea.
Pfft!
Unexpectedly, the vaginal hands around him were suddenly ignited by a sword fire and burned to ashes. The monk who had escaped dozens of miles away actually turned around at some point and picked up his hand with one hand. Arms, holding a sword in one hand, swung out a way out.
His face was covered with sweat. He was obviously exhausted to the extreme, and his hand holding the sword was unsteady.
But he said to the injured monk: "One thousand meters ahead. There is a canyon everywhere. The human-faced ape is carrying the mountain and cannot cross the gap. If we hold on for a while, we will be safe. ”
The injured young monk's eyes suddenly became moist.
The distance of a thousand meters...
For the two of them, it is undoubtedly a life-and-death gap that is difficult to cross.
He alone may not be able to survive the man-faced ape's pursuit and cross the canyon alive, let alone a burden like him that is disabled and inconvenient to walk.
The chance of the two surviving is almost zero.
He was originally an inner disciple of the White Jade Palace, an immortal sect in the human world. His name was Jiang Shaoyu. He was entrusted with an important task by the master of the palace sect and sneaked into the demon world to lie dormant. He was one of the important secret disciples carefully cultivated by the White Jade Palace.
He has spent more than ten years trying his best to disguise his identity, and in recent years he has finally succeeded in deeply establishing himself in the Magic City.
But he never thought that a fellow sibling who sneaked into the demon world with him would be captured after stealing a timer from the demon general's house in the city. He would be embarrassed and severely punished, and his identity would be betrayed.
He was captured by the demon general Luanque, became a demon slave, and was thrown into this valley full of monsters.
The monsters in the mountains are ferocious and have huge appetites. He was thrown into this place of death for only three days, and he witnessed the death of countless people of his clan.
Every day is like a year, but fortunately, the monsters in the mountains are under the control of the slave tamer, and they hide day and night.
As long as they hold on until dawn and order is restored during the day, they will always be much safer than at night.
However, the demonic energy is particularly strong tonight, and even high-level demons like the human-faced ape come out to look for food.
Ninety percent of the humans imprisoned by the demons tonight died in the hunt of that demon.
There are very few people who can still escape alive.
After only spending three nights here, Jiang Shaoyu felt like he had experienced a big dream.
In the past, the masters who taught them in the palace taught them that they should never betray their righteousness when they are poor, they should never deviate from the Tao when they achieve, they should be of one heart and one mind, they should not be slaves in their lives, and they should not avoid their sins until death. They were all broken into pieces in the desperate situation of life and death.
Fellow brothers can abandon their own benevolence and morality in order to survive. The human compatriots who should be united in the demon world to resist the demons are instead fighting each other in this valley in order to survive for one more day. Fight to step on.
Human nature is nothing more than this.
Looking at the heterosect monk who came towards him and held him on his back, he had only known him for three days, but he was able to get him to sacrifice his life to save him.
The bloodiness and impulse hidden in the bones seem to be ignited by fire. A gentleman would rather take the wind and frost into his own hands than fish or birds to his relatives!
If it was for his own selfishness that he would die with him, Jiang Shaoyu would be ashamed of himself for the rest of his life.
Instead of being a burden to others, it is better to help others honorably and beautifully at the last moment.
Jiang Shaoyu lifted the sword in his hand with all his strength, raised his eyes desperately, and looked behind him.
The darkness is like night, rolling in, and the powerful demon power pours into the sky.
There was no falling vegetation or rolling rocks, only a pair of magma-like eyes flickering in the dark night. When he looked into those eyes, he couldn't help but his breath suddenly suffocated. The invisible fear had melted into his bones, making his hair stand on end!
In the face of death, he was just a timid mortal after all. His impassioned words of farewell froze as the cold air inhaled into his lungs.
The sound of chewing in the depths of the jungle brought him to the verge of collapse, and his mind was almost destroyed.
For a moment, he didn't know the meaning of entering the demon world.
He died in such a ghost place without any achievements. Even if a teacher avenges him in the future, he will not be able to find any trace of his own bones in the feces of the monster.
Thinking of such futile thoughts, tears finally came out of my eyes.
In the end, he could only lower his voice, shake his hands humbly, clutch the sleeves of the man's brocade clothes like a life-saving straw, and said helpless words that failed to live up to expectations: "I... I don't want to die... ...Brother Meng, don’t leave me here alone.”
Under the bloody night, the young monk who was breathing rapidly and heavily behind his back looked back at him.
The jade crown he wore on his head had been scattered somewhere, and his hair was messy and tangled.
His handsome face was also stained with blood and soil, and there was a trace of panic and fear in his dark eyes, as if it took a lot of perseverance to force himself to calm down.
The pace of galloping in the jungle did not stop, his entire nerves were highly tense, and he had no extra time to comfort the person behind him.
But at the same time, he never abandoned him.
The lush jungle gradually became sparse, and with the faint moonlight in the sky, he soon saw the huge outline of the canyon.
However, before he could raise his hopes, the roar of the human-faced ape came again from behind.
The terrifying strong wind rolled in the opposite direction, and a huge vortex of attraction seemed to form behind it, sucking all the long winds between heaven and earth.
The towering numbers around the two men were lifted up from the ground in the strong wind, flying sand and rocks. The fierce force made the monk surnamed Meng feel that it was difficult to move even an inch.
Before he could insert the long sword in his hand into the ground to stabilize his body, a huge boulder rolled up in front of him, as if controlled by a big hand, and hit his chest heavily.
He could no longer stand firm, and blood spurted out from his mouth with a pop. His face was as white as gold paper, his feet instantly left the ground, and he flew backwards with Jiang Shaoyu behind him.
In the dark and fierce wind, a strange and eerie human face slowly emerged. It raised an arm and grabbed it towards the two people.
Obviously, he chose those two people to be his food tonight.
Just when the two of them were in despair and trembling, a black-gold sword fell from the sky, calming the wild wind and the chaotic sand and rocks.
The thick palm of the human-faced ape was completely penetrated, and the sword that seemed to be falling straight down was as heavy as a ton of weight.
With a scream of terror, the human-faced ape's body suddenly softened, and he knelt down heavily. The chaotic wood and boulders gathered towards it were thrown away by the air wave centered on the sword. Sweep out.
The monk surnamed Meng who flew upside down also regained control of his body.
After doing a few side flips in mid-air, he regained his balance.
The monk surnamed Meng suppressed the wildly beating heart under his chest and looked in the direction of the screams of the human-faced ape as if he felt something in his heart.
An ancient long sword penetrated the palm of the human-faced ape and was firmly nailed to the earth.
The calm breeze undulated in the night, and there was a sword on the mottled gravel ground.
Standing on the hilt of the sword is a young man whose clothes are fluttering in the wind.
Above his head is a waning moon rising out of the clouds, and behind him is a small mountain carried by a human-faced ape. The pale moon is misty, as if it is covered with a layer of white moonlight on his body.
The young man looked at the two people who were covered with scars nearby, his eyes were calm and unmoved: "Long time no see, Mr. Meng."
Meng Zifei slowly opened his eyes. : "Si...Brother Si Chen?"
At this moment, the human-faced ape held down by the long sword under Bailian roared crazily, and its huge body struggled and shook the earth.
The remaining long arm swung towards Bai Lian, splashing countless heavy stones and strong wind, trying to knock the person on the sword to the ground.
Bai Lian withdrew his gaze, turned around gracefully, and turned sideways like a bird flying across the clouds to avoid the heavy fist of the human-faced ape.
His raised palm seemed to stretch out without any fluctuations, and he made a virtual circle around the fist. This ordinary movement actually removed most of the energy from the human-faced ape fist.
There was a soft snap.
He easily slapped his fist three inches below the elbow, and a sound of Qi exploding like fried beans suddenly came from the thick and strong arm of the human-faced ape.
Puffs of blood mist burst out from its pores, the fist suddenly released, and the entire arm collapsed softly to the ground as if the joints had been removed.
This scene simply stunned the two people watching the battle.
The unexpected visitor completely angered the man-faced ape.
The six arms on its back suddenly lifted up as if supporting the heaven and the earth, and the small mountain was like a resurrection, and rocks were falling continuously.
Even Tiance Junshan, which was firmly inserted into his palm, showed signs of loosening.
The human-faced ape has spent its whole life on moving mountains. The power of its six arms is almost infinite. The heavy mountain that seems to be sticking to its back rumbles and rolls away with an angry pressure towards Bai Lian. .
The huge shadow covered the sky with the force of the waning moon.
Mencius was trembling with fear, and said urgently: "Brother Si Chen, evacuate quickly!"
Bailian seemed as if he hadn't heard anything, his expression remained unchanged, his clothes fluttered in the wind, he He jumped onto the head of the human-faced ape and raised his fist to face the dark mountain.
This human-faced demon ape is very powerful, and its strength is also extremely impressive, but compared to Shu Ci who once fought to the death in Qingye's small world, it really has no weight at all. .
The mountain that the Man-faced Ape was proud of fell and fell on the slightly thin fist, but it did not cause any terrifying momentum or noise.
A heavy fist wave of energy enveloped the mountain and continued to rise. The force of the fist connected with the force of the fist, and Bailian's body sank heavily.
But his standing posture did not change at all, his waist was straight, and his knees did not even bend half an inch.
The reason why he sank was because the head of the human-faced ape beneath him could not bear the weight. In its angry roar, a large amount of scarlet demon blood spurted out from its eyes, ears, mouth and nose like spring water. out.
Its head hit the ground hard, splattering red and white slurry on the ground, and it died.
Bailian looked at the small mountain supported by fists above his head with slight surprise.
The punch just now did not break an inch of rock in the mountain. Instead, the fists touched each other, and there was a faint and uncomfortable aura of evil.
He frowned calmly, turned his fists into palms to support the mountain, and pushed it away.
Trees collapsed and smoke billowed. The nameless mountain left the man-faced ape's back and sank into the earth, like an eternal dead mountain.
(End of this chapter)