long night walk

Chapter 614

The white-faced ape seemed to despise those low-level foods.

It let those wolves living in packs eat up the humans in the grass.

The man-faced ape licked its thick lips, and looked cruelly at the few capable little guys who fled from its sight just now when the wind killed the forest.

Its belly was rumbling, and it seemed to have a great appetite. It jumped down from the hill, and the small mountain on its back was like a meteorite falling to the ground. The heavy wind caused the solid ground to sink three inches.

But when the two feet of the man-faced ape landed, the whole body floated on the ground as light as a feather.

As the wind blew, the figure turned into a huge bolt of lightning lightly and nimbly, and disappeared under the hill.

The two men fled together, running wildly in the mountains and forests.

They dare not use their swords, because in this world, the sky is not only the home of monks.

If they break away from the natural cover of the earth and are exposed to the sky, some terrifying monsters waiting in the wind and clouds will only torture them to death like playing with little mice.

After the huge movement of a storm hunting, the whole valley fell into a strange silence and dead silence, and the hunting and hunting behind him seemed to have stopped in this tranquility.

But the two never see it that way, because they know it's the silent death that's truly frightening.

The mountains and forests behind him are dense and the ancient trees are towering to the sky. For the man-faced ape carrying a heavy mountain on his back, it is extremely exhausting. If it chases closely, there will be a terrifying sound of trees collapsing behind it.

But no.

What's even more frightening is that when they look back with trembling occasionally, they can see the huge shadow in the depths of the woods, chasing towards the two of them like the tide of the sea, following each other like a shadow, and the distance is getting closer and closer.

Turning around, one of the human monks collapsed in an instant and became confused. He was unaware of a ghostly hand trap set by the ghost spider under his feet.

There are many dangers in the valley of the Demon Realm, and sometimes the real danger is not only from the pursuit behind, and the fangs that are staring at you.

In addition, in the mountains and forests, those monsters habitually leave cruel traps for hunting food and even their own kind.

When fleeing for life and death every night, if you don't pay attention to your feet, and you don't even need those monsters to tear your body, you will sink to death in this jungle.

The sharp pain from his feet was not fatal, but it made the young monk's heart sink to the bottom of the valley instantly.

Yinsi hand is made of ghost spiders spinning silk to form a web, which is knotted under the forest leaves and above the ground.

The strange thing is that this silk contains highly poisonous, and the color can be assimilated and concealed according to the surrounding environment and weather.

Once entangled, it penetrates into the skin and is extremely difficult to remove.

The silk is dead silk, but it contains infinite power, tearing the wound like a ghost hand, unless the bones and muscles are torn apart, the flesh and blood are separated, and they will never leave the body.

If it is not a very careful person, it is extremely difficult to discover the existence of this Yin hand.

It is not only human monks who die at the hands of this yin silk every day, even some monsters survived.

A look of despair instantly appeared on the face of the young monk, and the spider silk wrapped around his ankles frantically twisted and tightened. In an instant, the part below the ankles flew out of the body as if torn off by a ghost hand.

His body lost his balance, and he fell heavily to the ground, and around him, there were more vaginal hands climbing towards him.

The monk held up his sword in despair, wanting to kill himself.

He never thought that his short-lived companion could turn around and save him. He was originally a stranger who met in a desperate situation. He joined hands with each other in order to survive. Now he is worthless, and there are many murderous threats behind him.

People are selfish, and he doesn't have that naive idea.

puff!

Unexpectedly, the Yin silk hand around him was suddenly ignited by a sword fire, and burned to ashes. The monk who escaped dozens of miles turned around at some point, clamped his arm with one hand, and held the sword in the other. Swing a way out.

His face was dripping with sweat, obviously exhausted to the extreme, the hand holding the sword was unsteady,

But he said to the injured monk: "There is a canyon one thousand meters ahead, and the man-faced ape is carrying the mountain on its back, and cannot cross the gap in that canyon. If we hold on for a while, we will be safe."

The wounded young monk's eyes suddenly became moist.

km distance...

For the two of them, it was undoubtedly an insurmountable chasm between life and death.

He may not be able to cross the canyon alive from being chased by the man-faced ape alone, let alone bring such a disabled person who is inconvenient to walk.

The chances of the two surviving are almost zero.

He was originally an inner disciple of the White Jade Palace, the celestial sect in the world, named Jiang Shaoyu. He was entrusted with an important task by the master of the palace gate, sneaked into the devil world and hibernated, and became one of the important dark children carefully cultivated by the White Jade Palace.

He did not hesitate to spend more than ten years trying his best to disguise his identity, and in recent years he has finally succeeded in going deep into the magic city and taking root.

But he never thought that a brother who sneaked into the demon world with him, after stealing the time signal from the mansion of the demon general in the city, captured him, tortured him severely, and betrayed his identity.

He was captured by the demon general Luan Que, reduced to a demon slave, and thrown into this valley full of monsters and beasts.

The monsters in the mountains are ferocious and have a huge appetite. 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 this mountain are under the control of the slave trainer, and they hide by day and come out at night.

As long as they lasted till dawn, order would be restored during the day, and it would always be much safer than at night.

However, tonight, the demonic energy was so strong that even high-level monsters like the man-faced ape came out to look for food.

Ninety percent of the humans trapped by the demons tonight died in the hunt of that monster.

Right now, there are very few who can escape alive.

After spending only three nights here, Jiang Shaoyu felt like he was experiencing a big dream.

In the past, the teachers in the palace gate taught them that they should not lose righteousness when they are poor, that they should never deviate from the Dao, that they should be of one heart and one mind, that they would never be slaves throughout their lives, and that they would never repay their crimes until death.

Brothers of the same sect can still abandon their benevolence, righteousness and morality in order to survive. The human compatriots who should have united in the demon world and resisted the demons, but in this valley, they competed and trampled each other in order to survive for one more day.

Human nature, nothing more than that.

Looking at the heterodox monk who was coming towards him and holding him on his back, he had only known him for three days, yet he was able to sacrifice his life to save him.

The bloodliness and impulsiveness hidden in his bones seemed to be ignited by fire. A gentleman would rather be coerced by wind and frost in his life than his loved ones!
If it was for his own selfishness that he would die with him, Jiang Shaoyu would be ashamed for the rest of his life.

Rather than being a burden to others, it's better to help others upright and beautifully at the last moment.

Jiang Shaoyu lifted the sword in his hand vigorously, raised his eyes desperately, and looked behind him.

The darkness is like night, rolling in, and the powerful demon power is overwhelming.

There is no collapse of vegetation, no 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 suddenly suffocated his breath, and the invisible fear had melted into his bone marrow, making his hairs stand on end!
In the face of death, he was just a cowardly mortal after all, and his impassioned farewell words froze with the cold air he swallowed into his lungs.

The sound of chewing in the depths of the jungle made him on the verge of collapse, and his mind was almost destroyed.

For a moment, he didn't know the meaning of being in the devil world.

He died in such a ghost place with no achievements, even if his teacher avenged him in the future, he would not be able to find the slightest trace of his own bones in the feces of the monster.

Thinking so hopelessly, tears finally welled up in my eyes.

In the end, he could only suppress his voice, shake his hands humbly, grab the cuff of the man's brocade jacket like pulling a life-saving straw, and said helpless words: "I... Leave me here alone."

Under the bloody night, the young monk who was breathing heavily behind his back looked back at him.

The jade crown on his head had been scattered somewhere, and his hair was messy and tangled.

His handsome face was also covered with blood and mud, and there was a trace of panic and fear in his dark eyes, as if he had used great perseverance to force himself to calm down.

Galloping in the jungle without stopping, his whole 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 thinned out, and with the faint moonlight in the sky, he quickly saw the huge outline of the canyon.

However, before he had any hope, the long howling of the man-faced ape came from behind him again.

The terrifying gust of wind rolled in the opposite direction, and a huge attractive vortex seemed to form behind him, sucking all the long winds between the sky and the earth.

The towering figures around the two of them were lifted up in the strong wind, flying sand and rocks, and amidst the fierce momentum, the monk surnamed Meng felt a sense of difficulty that it was difficult to move an inch.

Before he could insert the long sword in his hand into the ground to stabilize his figure, a huge boulder rolled up in front of him, as if being manipulated by a big hand, and hit his chest heavily.

No matter how hard he was to stand still, blood spurted out of his mouth with a puff, his face was as white as gold paper, his feet left the ground in an instant, and he flew backwards together with Jiang Shaoyu behind him.

In the dark and fierce wind, a strange and terrifying human face slowly emerged. It raised an arm and grabbed it towards the two of them.

Obviously, he chose those two to be his food tonight.

Just when the two of them were trembling in despair, a black and golden long sword fell from the sky, calming the wild winds and throwing sand and rocks into chaos.

The thick palm of the man-faced ape was completely penetrated, and the sword that seemed to be falling straight down was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Accompanied by a scream of horror, the body of the man-faced ape suddenly went limp, and he knelt heavily on the ground again, and swept towards the chaotic boulders gathered by it with the sword as the center of the air wave.

The monk surnamed Meng who flew upside down also regained control of his body.

After he performed a few side flips in mid-air, he stabilized his figure.

Cultivator surnamed Meng suppressed the crazily beating heart under his chest, and looked in the direction of the scream of the man-faced ape as if feeling something in his heart.

An ancient long sword penetrated the palm of the man-faced ape and was firmly nailed to the ground.

A calm breeze fluctuated in the night, and there was a sword in the mottled gravel.

Standing on the hilt of the sword was a young man whose clothes fluttered in the wind.

Above his head was a waning moon spewing out clouds, and behind him was a small mountain carried by a man-faced ape. The light moon was misty, as if covering him with a layer of white moonlight.

The young man looked at the two people covered in scars nearby, his eyes were calm and unwavering: "Long time no see, Mr. Meng."

Meng Zifei slowly opened his eyes wide: "Si...Brother Sichen?"

At this moment, the man-faced ape suppressed by the long sword under Bai Lian screamed wildly, and its huge body struggled and shook the ground.

The remaining long arm swung towards Bai Li'an again, splashing countless heavy stones and strong winds, trying to overturn the person on the sword to the ground again.

Bai Lian withdrew his gaze, turned his body lightly, and turned sideways like a bird crossing the clouds to avoid the heavy blowing fist of the man-faced ape.

His raised palm stretched out seemingly without any ups and downs, making a virtual circle around the fist, and the ordinary movement actually took off most of the energy from the man-faced ape fist.

There was a soft snap.

He easily slapped the fist three inches below the elbow, and the thick and strong arm of the man-faced ape suddenly heard the sound of air bursting like fried beans.

A puff of blood mist burst out from its pores, the fist suddenly loosened, and the whole arm collapsed softly to the ground as if the joints had been removed.

This scene simply stunned the two watching the battle.

The unexpected guest completely angered the man-faced ape.

The six arms on its back were raised abruptly as if supporting the sky and the earth, and the small mountain was like a revived rock falling down.

Even Tiance Junshan, which was inserted firmly and deeply in his palm, showed signs of loosening.

The man-faced ape spent his whole life on moving the mountain, and the strength of the six arms was almost infinite, and the heavy mountain body that seemed to be sticking to the back rose up and rolled towards Bai Li'an in anger.

The huge shadow has the power to splash the sky, completely covering the sky with the crescent moon.

Mencius was terrified, and said anxiously, "Brother Sichen, get out!"

Bai Lian seemed to have never heard of it, his expression remained unchanged, his robe fluttered in the wind, he jumped onto the head of the man-faced ape, and raised his fist to meet the dark mountain.

This demonic ape with a human face is very powerful, and its strength is also extremely impressive, but compared to Shuci, who once fought to the death in the small world of Qingye, it really has no weight at all.

The heavy mountain fall that the man-faced ape was proud of fell on that slightly thin fist, but it did not cause any terrifying momentum or noise.

A wave of powerful punches envelops the mountain and rises continuously. When the force of the force meets the force of the fist, Bai Lian's body falls heavily.

It's just that his standing posture hasn't changed at all, his waist is straight, and his knees haven't even bent half an inch.

The reason why it sank was because the head of the man-faced ape under him couldn't bear the weight. Amidst its angry roar, a large amount of scarlet demon blood gushed out from its eyes, ears, mouth and nose like spring water.

Its head hit the ground heavily, shattering and splashing out a red and white pulpy soup, and then died of exhaustion.

Bai Li'an looked at the small mountain supported by fists above his head with a little surprise.

The punch just now didn't break an inch of rock from the mountain, instead, the contact between the fists gave off a very uncomfortable sinister aura.

He lowered his eyebrows calmly, turned his fists into palms to support the mountain, and pushed and threw it out.

The trees collapsed, the smoke billowed, and the nameless mountain fell away from the burden of the man-faced ape, sinking into the ground, like an ancient dead mountain.

(End of this chapter)