I Have a City in a Different World

At the edge of the forest, the middle-aged cultivator looked around constantly with a vigilant look on his face.

It's quiet here, but it's not safe.

He had a feeling that a pair of eyes were secretly peeping, like a poisonous snake that could launch a sneak attack at any time.

It was like the flesh-and-blood vine that caught the middle-aged cultivator by surprise and did not dare to confront it head-on.

The wound on his back had festered at this time, and the color was black.

Obviously, the flesh and blood vines are highly poisonous. If ordinary people were injured, they might have already lost their lives.

After the middle-aged cultivator discovered that the situation was not right, he immediately sealed the flesh and blood around the wound to prevent the toxins from flowing along the blood.

Although the deterioration of the injury has been temporarily curbed, it is only a temporary solution, not the root cause. It is necessary to have someone help deal with the wound and remove the poisoned flesh and blood.

Otherwise, it won't take long for the flesh and blood on his back to be completely necrotic. Even a middle-aged cultivator can't bear such a serious injury.

After all, he is not a god, he has the ability of the flesh and bones of the living dead, or an energy body, and he doesn't care about ordinary physical damage at all.

This is also one of the reasons why the middle-aged cultivator let his fellow sect enter the forest. You must know that in this case, only his senior brother can help deal with the wound.

In addition, the strange flesh-and-blood vine and the ubiquitous sense of prying made the middle-aged cultivator uneasy and did not dare to continue taking risks.

No matter how good something is, it must be enjoyed with life, otherwise it will be nothing in the end.

The location where he is now was originally the passage into the primeval forest, but with the sudden burst of energy from heaven and earth, the road has been completely blocked by plants.

The growth of those wild grasses is too crazy, the height is comparable to that of small trees, and it is impossible to walk normally in the forest.

The middle-aged cultivator had no choice but to climb up a big tree again, trying to broaden his horizons so that he could give directions to his fellow students.

Fortunately, the wild grass is limited to a fixed area, and everything else is normal, which also makes the middle-aged monk relieved.

Controlling the communication compass in his hand, the middle-aged monk sent a set of messages to the short-jacketed monk, marking his location.

With accurate coordinates,

The middle-aged monk can guide and command in time, and he can help outsiders enter the forest.

Inside the forest, the middle-aged cultivator didn't know how powerful this magic formation was, but he knew the strength of the short-coat cultivator very well.

Even they are helpless, obviously this strange virgin forest is definitely not as simple as imagined.

Tang Zhen's image flashed in his mind, and the middle-aged cultivator even wondered if all this had something to do with Tang Zhen?

Otherwise, in an ordinary forest, how could there suddenly appear gem ore containing the energy of heaven and earth, and there are so many terrifying monsters?

Thinking of the scene where Tang Zhen attacked him and then destroyed his magical weapon with a dagger, the middle-aged monk became more and more sure of this.

How can ordinary people have such means, and have such terrifying power, to shoot through human bodies and tree trunks with a bamboo spear?

Fortunately, the middle-aged cultivator can be sure that Tang Zhen should not know the magic technique, otherwise when the two fight, he will definitely use the cultivator's means to launch an attack.

As long as you don't understand the methods of monks, then there is nothing to worry about. The middle-aged monk thinks that with his own strength, Tang Zhen is not an opponent at all.

For monks, mortals are ants, and Tang Zhen is just one of the more powerful ones.

When I was thinking about it, I saw a large group of people at the edge of the forest. They were the brothers and sisters of the middle-aged monk.

In the process of marching, their faces were full of vigilant expressions, as if they were walking in a minefield.

From the perspective of the middle-aged cultivator, this appearance seems very ridiculous, but only the person involved knows how dangerous his situation is.

What they saw in their eyes was completely different from what the middle-aged cultivator saw. The place that was originally empty was densely forested in their eyes.

Although it is only an illusion, it cannot be rampant, otherwise the turbulent flow of energy that cannot be seen can easily kill people.

In addition, when chaotically colliding, they will be involuntarily guided by the energy of heaven and earth, thinking that they will go all the way in one direction, but in fact they are spinning in circles like a grinding mill.

At the same time, in the process of traveling, it is extremely vulnerable to all kinds of injuries, even if it is too late for a companion to help.

From the perspective of a middle-aged cultivator, he could see some hidden crises. For example, there were poisonous snakes lurking in the grass next to the team.

With the explosion of the energy of heaven and earth, the animals in the forest also benefited and became stronger and wiser.

Just as they were groping forward, a poisonous snake hidden in the grass suddenly bit the calf of a mercenary.

After biting the target, the poisonous snake quickly shrank back, the whole process was lightning fast, and no one reacted at all.

The bitten mercenary screamed, looked down to see where he was injured, and the entire team stopped.

"What's the matter, what are you screaming about?"

After the old woman noticed that the team had stopped, she immediately turned her head and glared, and asked in a cold voice.

"I was bitten, and looking at the wound, it should be a poisonous snake!"

While the mercenary spoke, he quickly restrained his leg with a rope, and then cut the bite directly open.

Only at this time did everyone realize that in a short period of time, the vicinity of his bite wound had become black.

After the dagger cut the wound, the stench and sticky blood slowly seeped out, as if it was about to solidify.

During the treatment of the wound, the mercenary did not feel any pain, just because the wound was completely numb.

After being bitten by a snake, he is not afraid of pain, but is afraid of numbness. The mercenary also knows this, so his face becomes very ugly.

The military doctor in the team looked serious, and quickly took out antivenom and injected it into the injured mercenary.

"Am I all right?"

The injured mercenary asked a question, but he didn't notice that his companion's eyes were getting heavier and heavier.

But in a short period of time, his face became black and blue, and his eyes became dull and dull.

"It can't be saved..."

The military doctor shook his head and stood up from the ground. This kind of snake venom was so powerful that there was no possibility of treatment.

Sure enough, just after he got up, the mercenary twitched a few times, and then completely lost his breath.

"All give me a high level of vigilance. If I get bitten by a poisonous snake again, even the gods can't save you."

The old woman continued to speak in a cold voice, without even looking at the dead mercenary, she turned around and continued to move forward.

When the other monks saw this, their faces were indifferent, and they didn't take this matter to heart at all.

"Throw the body here, let's move on, remember to be careful with your feet, don't be bitten by poisonous snakes again!"

The mercenary captain said, and then greeted everyone to follow the team and continue to walk forward.

What they didn't know was that the middle-aged cultivator who had been watching from a distance had widened his eyes and showed a hint of horror on his face.

It turned out that just after everyone left, the dead mercenary suddenly stood up straight from the ground.

His eyes were dark, and there was no trace of anger in his body. After getting up, without any hesitation, he walked towards the team in front of him.

As if sensing the middle-aged cultivator's gaze, the walking corpse turned to look at him with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.