A huge and colorful flower bloomed on the collapsed rock and stone wall.
Cheng Yan walked forward happily and said, "Let me tell you, I saw it in the "Comprehensive Study of Monsters and Beasts" yesterday. This is called Rafflesia, and it is unique to the Demonic Spirit World... Woo."
Before he could finish his words, the five petals of the flower suddenly closed together, wrapping him up inside, leaving only his two legs kicking outside, making a whimpering sound.
Zhuo Yu released a flame to burn the flower. Fire overcomes wood plants, but the flower didn't seem to be afraid. It just spat the person out in dissatisfaction and said with disdain, "Pah, it tastes bad."
Then it moved rapidly upwards along the stone wall and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.
"That's not a Rafflesia, it's a flower-shaped monster called Huamu." Mu Xue said with a smile.
"Strange, am I seeing things?" Cheng Yan frustratingly cleaned the sticky solution remaining on his body.
Everyone started laughing. He had done this several times along the way since he got the new book.
At this moment, a gentle reminder came from the end of the team, "Here they come."
It was the demon cultivator who was following the team. His faint reminder made everyone reflexively tense their bodies, draw their weapons, and concentrate on being alert towards the foggy road ahead.
Not long after, a rustling sound was heard in the thick fog in the distance. Everyone held their breath and waited attentively.
A few bamboo-like legs first emerged from the white mist, followed by eight red eyes hanging high in the air. A huge eight-legged flower-back spider emerged from the thick fog.
Lin Yin vomited and waved his hands repeatedly: "Oh my God, I can't do this."
Cheng Yan had already clasped his hands together and used the power of Heaven and Earth. His skin glowed with golden light, his body grew larger, and he rushed towards the terrifying demon.
The flexible vines broke through the soil, growing wildly, and tightly wrapped around the body and legs of the demon. The raging flames rose up into the sky, burning the huge demon and making it struggle and scream.
Mu Xue’s red figure appeared at the tail of the spider.
The Wangchuan sword was drawn, and Frost Snow was furious. The sword energy emitted a long and broad cold light, and slashed down in the air, cutting off the spider's waist with one sword.
The poisonous green blood splattered all over the ground and was burned by the flames, producing a cloud of poisonous smoke.
The demon, whose body was broken into two, let out an ear-piercing scream, curled up its long legs, and rolled a few times in the flames on the ground. Gradually, it stopped moving, and a burnt smell came from the flames.
Mu Xue stood in the clouds, sword in hand. At this moment, the fighting spirit was still in his heart. His mind and sword were connected. He felt so happy that he wanted to let out a long roar.
Zhuo Yu raised his eyes to look at her. "What happened? Your sword intention seems to have improved again."
"Wow, it was solved so quickly. I didn't even have time to make a move." Ding Lanlan clapped her hands happily. As girls, few of them were not afraid of this kind of spider. It was great not to get involved in the battle. "It's just like Xiaoxue said. After we cooperate well, we are also very powerful."
Before anyone could be happy, the rustling sound was heard again from the thick fog. Looking back, they saw several huge figures, just like the one before, slowly emerging from the fog.
Ding Lanlan covered her forehead helplessly, and touched the puppet that she had just made after working up all night with pity, "Go ahead, I'm sorry to have wronged you!"
The battle was fierce.
The little puppet Qianji was rubbing his hands on the top of a low wall, running around anxiously. The monks from the fairy world were still too helpless to face so many huge spider monsters. Many of them were injured, but the master just stood there with his hands folded, watching the battle silently.
"Master, do we really not need to take action?" Qianji rubbed his hands together, "Many of them are injured."
"No need," Cen Qianshan said calmly, "Actual combat is the best way to train people. These people are too weak."
On the battlefield, Lin Yin's flying magic weapon was caught by a spider silk thread and fell from the sky unexpectedly. A cloud passed by and Mu Xue reached out and grabbed her.
"You don't need to save me. Who... who wants you to meddle in my affairs?"
"Oh, then I'll let you go." Mu Xue raised her eyebrows.
Lin Yin looked down and saw a long-legged monster covered in hair, with its sticky and horrible mouth opened towards her at her feet.
"No, no, no, don't let go. Fly faster, fly faster. Don't let go." Lin Yin screamed and grabbed Mu Xue's hand tightly.
Mu Xue dragged Lin Yin through the appendages of the monsters, avoiding a patch of sticky white spider silk, and swung her sword to cut off the two claws that caught her. From the cut surface that was right in front of her, green poisonous blood splashed out. Mu Xue had no way to avoid it, so she raised her arms to block it, knowing that she would suffer some minor injuries.
A black figure instantly appeared in front of her, and opened a red circle with one hand to block the poisonous blood splashing all over the sky.
The man turned his eyes and looked her up and down. He saw a few small corroded wounds on the back of her hand, and a murderous look suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Xiao Qianji was talking on the wall, "Yeah, these people probably live a very comfortable life. They all look so weak. It's not suitable for them to be around her. They should exercise."
Before he could finish his words, the master's figure suddenly disappeared and teleported into the battlefield.
Ah, it turns out that it’s not that it’s okay to get injured a little, it’s that it’s okay for everyone except Mr. Mu to get injured a little.
Really, don't explain it clearly.
Qianji complained, jumped down from the wall, and rushed towards the battlefield.
Lin Yin followed Mu Xue down from Yingtian Cloud.
She was naturally afraid of spiders. In order to prevent others from looking down on her, she gritted her teeth and overcame the extremely nauseous feeling in her heart to fight against such a gigantic spider. Her legs were almost limp with fear.
The difficult battlefield that was just blocked by smoke and dust has turned into a one-sided massacre after Cen Qianshan joined.
Who would have thought that even the little iron puppet that was acting cute all the way would suddenly transform into a six-armed, three-eyed, ferocious-looking Lord Kala.
The Mechanical God, with an angry face, stood in the thick smoke. A strong light shot out from the eye between his eyebrows, which ruthlessly cut and strangled the huge spiders in the billowing smoke.
"I've discovered that this Mr. Cen has been here all this time without caring about anyone but you." Lin Yin said dissatisfiedly, "Have you two known each other for a long time?"
"Yes, I happened to walk this path when I followed Senior Brother Fu to Dongyue Temple ten years ago."
Ten years ago, Mu Xue was only six years old. Lin Yin felt a little uncomfortable.
She and Mu Xue went to the mountain together. This younger sister looked soft-hearted but was actually full of bad intentions. Whenever she wanted to bully her, she would always be the one who got into trouble.
Moreover, she was extremely lucky. Her teachers and fellow disciples in the sect all protected her very well.
Now, even this famous demon cultivator is protecting her like this.
Lin Yin was jealous and thought, I will never bother with this guy again.
But Mu Xue pulled her and showed her a small spot on the back of her hand where the poison had splashed on it, and she pouted.
"This, are you going to show up for such a small wound?" Lin Yin stomped his feet in annoyance, but he still performed the Yurun Jue two or three times to restore the skin to its original state.
In the sky, a little sunlight shone through the clouds onto the earth, finally dispelling the chaotic fog.
The smoke from the battlefield dissipated, leaving behind huge corpses as big as mountains.
The man who transformed into Shura and killed the monsters sheathed his sword and slowly walked back from the sea of blood and corpses. Behind him, the ferocious-looking Lord Mahakala shrank his body and turned into a small iron puppet, jumping and following him all the way.
For the disciples of Guiyuan Sect, it was the first time that they truly witnessed the strength of the demon cultivators, and also the first time that they witnessed the real killing and cruelty on the battlefield.
"Mr. Cen, with your strength, you will be invincible when hunting monsters. There may be no monster in the demon world that you cannot kill, right?" During the break, Cheng Yan talked to Cen Qianshan.
"You say such things because you have never seen the battlefield of the Demon Spirit Realm." The black-clothed demon cultivator lowered his eyelashes and wiped the blood off the puppet with a piece of fine cloth.
They had already arrived near the city wall. The wall that once towered into the sky now had a huge hole in it, and a few rays of sunlight shone into the wall through the hole.
That patch of light and shadow still had a mess of gravel and a large number of half-weathered animal and human bones. One could imagine how fierce the battle was when the monsters broke into the city hundreds of years ago.
Cen Qianshan looked up at the broken city wall and said, "Many people die here every day. Even the most powerful cultivators may fall on the battlefield the next moment. The reason why I have a little fame is just because I haven't died in battle yet."
Cheng Yan was silent. He had loved reading books about various monsters since he was a child. He often imagined how colorful the world would be if humans and elves coexisted in the dead of night.
Not until now, when he had really arrived here, did he begin to understand how difficult and arduous life was, facing such a huge and terrifying monster every day, and participating in life-and-death battles like the one just now.
In the past, the master of Tiezhu Peak liked to arrange them to work in Chongxu Temple at the foot of the mountain, guarding the noodle shop and receiving pilgrims. The young people always felt that such tasks were too boring and longed to receive vigorous and exciting combat missions.
At this moment, he suddenly missed the comfortable and fragrant smell in the noodle shop.
Cen Qianshan took out a long flute, his eyes moved slightly in a certain direction, and he raised the flute to his lips.
There are tiny clouds in the sky and a ray of residual sunlight.
The sound of a flute rises from the earth, as cold as a clear spring, or like sitting on the snow and holding ice.
The music is sobbing, clear and far away, yet strong and alluring. It seems that someone is entangled in my thoughts and stripped away my heart, which hurts me. I stand alone in the cold courtyard, lonely for the rest of my life, with a nameless feeling in my heart that is hard to be eliminated.
It seems that someone is warm in the lotus tent and drunk with peach wine. Both are tender and affectionate, startling in the snow, how much spring love is not in vain.
Those who are not deeply sentimental cannot play this tune. Those who are not serious about their feelings cannot play this song.
The noisy camp gradually quieted down with the long and melodious sound of the flute. Everyone who listened to the music was inevitably moved by the music, and they shared a cup of bitter wine and felt the sorrow together.
Several girls sat around the fire. Ding Lanlan wiped her eyes with her hand.
"Oh, I cried when I heard this." She said a little embarrassedly, "This song sounds so sad."
Mu Xue squatted beside her, poking the fire with a branch, silent and unknown what she was thinking.
"Before, when I read their storybooks, I didn't think they were anything special. I always thought they were stories, and they were quite interesting."
The other girl pointed to the direction where the sound of the flute came from and lowered her voice, "Now that I see the real person, I suddenly feel very miserable. Just think about it, how could he survive for more than a hundred years, alone in the empty ruins."
"Hey, I'm really curious about what kind of woman Lady Mu is. Look at that guy, he's talented, pretty, and has everything. Why didn't Lady Mu like him back then? If a man like this were to pay attention to me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to resist."
"I heard that the Mu family had tasted the bitterness of their own medicine before, so they just abandoned him."
"Then why don't you even give us a title and call us master and disciple? Isn't this too bad?"
The girls' conversation gradually deviated into a strange direction.
The song ends, but the sound lingers.
Cen Qianshan lowered his eyelashes and stroked the flute in his hand. In his eyes was a world of ice and snow.
The snow danced in the sky, free and unfettered, unwilling to stop for him. When could he hold her in his hands and wait for the snow to melt
Xiao Qianji quickly slipped over from the girls and made a gesture of success to him.
There was a tiny light in those heavy eyes.
"You did a great job. I heard it all. Those girls were so moved after listening to the music. Mr. Mu must have been moved too." Qianji quickly flipped through a booklet and raised his little finger. "You can do it according to the instructions. The first step is to give her peach blossoms. The second step is to show your talent in front of her."
Cen Qianshan couldn't help but ask, "What about the third one?"
"The third step is to take off your clothes... mmmmmm."
Master, you ask it yourself but don't let me tell you, what do you mean