The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 691 The Monk
Song Xing took Zhang Wuji out of the carriage and found that there was a low mountain in front of him blocking the way.

"parking."

After Song Xing asked the coachman to stop, he jumped off the carriage and ran towards the hill, and soon reached the mountainside.

There are many houses hidden among the trees here, but now these houses have collapsed and destroyed, the courtyard walls have collapsed, the beams have fallen off, leaving only ruins.

Just as Song Xing stood firm, he suddenly saw red and blue lights flashing in the ruins in front of him.

After careful inspection, it turned out to be a stone tablet with two poems written on it——

"After the storm, a hundred years of new things come, the vicissitudes of the sea change, the eternal sky!"

On the stone tablet, Song Xing felt a strong mysterious force attached to it.

"There are strange things nearby." Song Xing perked up.

He released his spiritual consciousness and began to explore the surroundings, and soon found clues on the mountainside.

A large amount of strange power gathered there, and even the celestial phenomena changed, and the sound of wind and thunder could be heard faintly.

"Wuji, be careful."

Zhang Wuji had mastered the Black Sky Book, and his skills were not weak in the world. What he lacked was just actual combat experience, so Song Xing gave him a few words of advice and then pulled him towards the place where the most mysterious power was.

Sure enough, the closer you got, the stronger the force became, gradually forming a miasma.

After passing through the fog, Shi Songxing finally saw clearly the source of the strange force!

There were clearly several thick vines, and each of these vines was coiled with strange talisman patterns.

In the middle of those lines, there was a ball of blood-red liquid slowly squirming.

These talisman patterns seem to be absorbing the energy of the blood-red liquid, making the color of the entire plant more vivid.

"The land is starving, wars are raging, and all kinds of monsters and monsters have appeared?"

Song Xing looked at the strange thing in front of him with a solemn expression.

He could tell that these strange vines should be derived from a strange plant.

The aura of these monsters was extremely dangerous, even more terrifying than the monsters in Lin'an Mansion that day. Song Xing did not step forward rashly.

Zhang Wuji, however, looked at the strange vines with a look of shock and murmured: "C-could this be..."

He had heard rumors about strange things from his parents, but had never seen them with his own eyes. Now that he saw such a strange phenomenon for the first time, he was horrified.

But at this moment, the originally motionless vines suddenly moved!
These vines seemed to be alive, twisting one after another, swimming like snakes and insects, crawling towards Song Xing and the two of them!

"Wuji, be careful." Song Xing reminded, and at the same time he pulled out the Yanling knife on his back and slashed it out.

A bright silver bolt cut through the sky, instantly cut into the weird vine, and cut a vine into two pieces!
"Roar!"

The vines were cut off, and howls of pain resounded in all directions.

This miserable howl stimulated the vines, causing them to become violent.

For a moment, the branches and leaves swayed, and the vines danced wildly, like countless ferocious beasts!

These vines were extremely aggressive. Song Xing did not dare to attack them, so he slashed with his knife to cut off the incoming vines.

But the speed with which he cut down the vines was no match for the speed at which these vines proliferated. In the blink of an eye, a thick layer of dead branches and leaves was piled up in front of Song Xing.

Zhang Wuji couldn't avoid it and was rolled up by a vine, dragging him towards the bloody liquid.

It was Song Xing who took action in time and pulled him out.

"The core of this monster is not outside. To kill it, we will probably have to cut off all the vines inside it."

Song Xing looked at more and more weird vines, and thought to himself that this weird thing was comparable to the Jingling Tomb Armor of Nine Deaths. As his mind turned, the sword flashed across the sky, leading Zhang Wuji to break through the outside with his sword. The vines went directly into the largest vine.Yan Ling's knife cut through the thickest vines like a bamboo, and the next second, the two of them seemed to have passed through a thin layer of mucous membrane and entered another space.

This space is completely different from before, filled with green juice everywhere.

Song Xing looked closely and saw that the juice was green in color, with green flames burning on it. It was thick and highly toxic, and one drop was enough to melt steel.

"Why does this thing look like blood?" Zhang Wuji asked in surprise.

Song Xingdao: "This is human blood!"

"Human blood?" Zhang Wuji was startled.

"These vines should be nourished by human flesh and blood, and after humans die, the blood will overflow and flow into the land. What is the purpose of these monsters absorbing this blood? Could it be..." Song Xing's mind A certain guess suddenly popped up.

"It seems that we are a step too late. All the people here were killed by this weird thing." Song Xing muttered.

He put his inner strength outside his body to form a protective shield, even covering Zhang Wuji beside him, to resist the corrosion of those pervasive juices.

After Zhang Wuji saw it, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Although he is young, he also knows that letting out his inner strength is a sign of becoming a first-class player in the world.

But like Song Xing, not only can he protect himself by releasing his internal energy, but he can also protect others. I am afraid that even Grand Master Zhang Sanfeng cannot do it.

How did Uncle Song become more powerful than his great master at such a young age?
"Wuji, follow me closely. These monsters are highly poisonous. Don't get poisoned." Song Xing said, then rushed out again holding the Yanling knife.

Although these weird vines are scary, they are not a threat to him who is extremely skilled in martial arts.

Zhang Wuji, on the other hand, was protected by Song Xing and was not injured at all. He only needed to pay attention to the green fire dancing on the surrounding vines.

The green fire shoots out from time to time and can actually burn metal armor!

Song Xing's frown deepened. The green fire gave him a more terrifying feeling than the strange thing he encountered that day.

Of course, it's not as good as the dragon-slaying knife.

Not far away, Song Xing saw signs of other man-made destruction in this space.

Not far away, they unexpectedly saw a huge blood cocoon. Before Song Xing and the two of them could make a move, the blood cocoon, which was as tall as a person, had been torn open from the inside by a powerful tearing force.

A bald monk wearing a monk's robe was revealed.

"Amitabha!"

The monk chanted the Buddha's name, and a dazzling golden light bloomed from his body, illuminating the dark and dim space.

Song Xing looked at it intently, and saw that the monk's robe was already in pieces, and there was a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl in his chest, which had obviously been penetrated by some kind of sharp weapon.

The monk clasped his hands together, recited scriptures, and uttered Sanskrit sounds with a melodious and sweet voice.

The monk continued to recite sutras orally, and his body was covered with golden light, blocking the strange vines around him from getting close to him.

At the same time, while punching, the internal energy was flowing freely, and those terrifying vines were destroyed like ordinary trees in his hands.

While the monk was chanting sutras, he glanced at Song Xing, his pupils shrank, and his eyes flashed coldly.

"Since I can break into this forbidden area, I must be a successful practitioner," the monk said calmly, "but the things here are dangerous, so I'd better leave quickly."

Song Xing looked at the monk and said: "The master's skills are extraordinary, how can such a small trick be so important?"

In his eyes, the monk in front of him had tremendous internal strength, which was simply terrifying.

Even Zhang Sanfeng, who had lived for a hundred years, did not feel as oppressed as this man did.

Shaolin Temple has been attacked by strange things. Who is the monk in front of me?

(End of this chapter)