Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 122 121. Dry Ice (4000)

"not good!"

Zhang Lang's complexion changed drastically.

In his spiritual consciousness, each of these ants had the aura close to that of a second-order monster.

It is equivalent to a foundation-building monk among humans.

And right now, they are coming in like a tide!
The number is countless.

Even An Le frowned slightly.

He looked at the female cultivator who was screaming for help, and found that the lower body of the other party was bitten off by a giant ant, and it was hopeless.

The cry of help just now was just a flashback.

"Come on!"

Without needing An Le to make a sound, Zhang Lang and Zhang Lang galloped away in the direction they came from.

Flying is prohibited here.

Otherwise, they could escape in an instant with the help of magic tools.

Giant ants look huge and cumbersome, but they are actually extremely flexible.

Very fast when traveling in the forest.

When they marched in groups, the whole ground began to shake and hum, like a black tide, flooding the forest along the way.

Obviously, the previous group of monks was caught up by the ants swarm and died unfortunately.

"It can't go on like this."

An Le narrowed his eyes slightly.

Shen Long, who still had the strength to swing the flying sword, slashed the giant ant's body with waves of sword energy.

But Zhang Lang and Jiang Yulan beside them, just running is very difficult.

In a few minutes, they will be overtaken.

"If the ghost-faced man is in the state, these giant ants will not pose much threat."

An Le thought in her heart, and was about to speak: "I..."

At this time, a violent wave of spiritual power came from the nearby forest.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang.

The palm prints formed by the air waves rolled over.

With one blow, I don't know how many giant ants were killed.

Afterwards, a succession of icy blue palm prints were shot, temporarily stopping the momentum of the ant swarm.

"What are you still doing? Go away!"

A cold voice sounded from the forest.

Zhang Lang and the two woke up immediately and rushed towards the direction of the palm print.

An Le silently suppressed the blood in his body, and soon followed.

******
It didn't take long.

An Le saw the person who rescued them.

It was Dry Bing who was wearing a white dress, she was in high spirits and heroic, and she looked like a heroine.

Beside him were three or four disciples of the Moving Mountain Sect.

Jiang Yulan's eyes lit up: "Dry Ice Fairy!"

Zhang Lang's eyes widened as well, with a flash of excitement.

Don't look at the fact that Dry Ice didn't have a strong sense of presence in the few incidents with the Ghost Mask.

In fact, she is still one of the most famous nuns in Yuntianyu.

An Le's face remained unchanged, but she was a little curious.

'Isn't she by the underground river last night? '

'It's such a coincidence to come here? '

Dry Ice didn't explain much: "Follow me!"

The ant colony is only temporarily repelled, and will catch up immediately.

After crossing a muddy swamp.

The group finally stopped.

Dry Ice breathed a sigh of relief: "They won't chase after here."

"Thank you Dry Ice Fairy for saving my life."

Jiang Yulan said without taking her eyes off.

As a female cultivator, she has always admired this well-known peer.

Dry Bing glanced at the three of them, his tone was cold, but he said out of good intentions.

"This forest is too dangerous for casual cultivators like you. I suggest...you don't go any further."

Zhang Lang's face turned red.

These words really hurt people's self-esteem.

But I have to say that the degree of danger here is indeed beyond their original expectations.

Ordinary casual cultivators who act rashly will only end in an ugly death.

An Le looked natural, and asked, "This forest... how did it become like this?"

"It is said that there is more than one fragment of the Jade Cauldron here."

Dry Bing's eyes lingered on An Le for a while, and was about to say something more.

At this time.

Not far away, Chen Xiaoshuang, the elder sister of Qianshan teacher, came out from the forest and complained when she saw Qian Bing and others.

"My little ancestor, don't run around!"

"Now is not the time to be a hero."

Dry Bing blushed slightly, and whispered, "I know it well."

Nearby is a makeshift camp.

In addition to the people from the Moving Mountain Sect, there are also monks from other sects, as well as casual cultivators in twos and threes.

Seeing the return of dry ice, they all greeted each other with arms raised.

"Dry Ice Fairy."

"Fellow Daoist!"

The tone is either in awe, or admiration, or gratitude.

It is enough to see that dry ice is highly regarded here.

Seeing An Le and the three of them, no one was surprised.

This is no longer the first group of people saved by dry ice.

On the other side, An Le silently observed the situation in the camp.

Even the disciples of sects such as Qianshan Sect are mostly disheartened and weak.

The casual cultivators at the edge of the camp were even more embarrassed, almost everyone was injured, and there were quite a few missing arms or legs.

There were also people with red eyes and a sad expression, obviously a companion had died.

"Because this forest is too dangerous, did you adopt the method of advancing in groups?"

An Le thought to himself.

Coincidentally, everyone from Ziyun Sect is also here.

When Wan Daishan saw the dry ice, a flash of desire flashed in his eyes, and he immediately greeted it with a warm attitude.

"Dry Ice Fairy, you are so kind and kind, you are willing to rescue these casual practitioners."

Dry ice looks very cold, repelling people thousands of miles away.

"It's just a little effort."

But Wan Daishan was not annoyed, and continued to follow her, chatting casually.

There is quite a bit of good temperament in every gesture.

Someone asked, "Who is that man?"

"Game...it seems very extraordinary!"

"It seems to be the young suzerain of Ziyun Sect, Wan Daishan, but he is young and promising."

Others responded: "It seems that she is really a man and a woman, and she is very right."

"I also heard that the two sects have plans to marry each other, maybe they just want to take this opportunity..."

The heart of gossip, everyone has it.

In the current situation, this kind of topic can also properly adjust the atmosphere.

Hearing this, Zhang Lang said unconvinced.

"I think that person's cultivation level and appearance are average, not as good as Brother Lu, the Dry Ice Fairy doesn't like him."

"Just say a few words less!"

Anle said helplessly.

Zhang Lang's personality is not bad, but he is always outspoken, which can easily lead to trouble.

Soon.

Dry Ice came to everyone and spoke.

"Dear friends, the danger here is far more than other trial places."

"The road ahead, I can no longer protect you well."

"Those who are not strong enough to go deeper will only ruin their lives in vain. It is better to leave as soon as possible now."

There was a commotion in the crowd upon hearing this.

Some people sighed, bowed their hands towards the dry ice, and left the camp.

But more people still choose to stay.

Most of the casual cultivators are people who have experienced many battles, and it is not the first time that they have gambled their lives.

They don't want to miss such an opportunity.

******
After resting for a while, the group continued to set off.

At first, the crowd went very well.

The monster beasts that were initially born with spiritual wisdom knew that such a group of monks were not easy to mess with, so they chose to take a detour.

Occasionally encountered enemies, under the joint attack of everyone, were quickly eliminated.

There are two monsters following behind, which are noticed by people.

Dozens of magic spells were thrown down, and he was immediately beaten to a bloody mess and died directly.

Even the flesh and bones were divided up by the monks.

However, the good times did not last long.

This mutated forest soon revealed a more ferocious side to everyone.

On the way, someone suddenly screamed.

An Le turned to look.

It was found that his face had turned bruise visibly to the naked eye, and his whole body was swollen.

In just two or three seconds, the body surface began to fester and rot, exuding a fishy and sweet smell.

"It's poison!"

someone exclaimed.

After being swept away by spiritual consciousness, a bug as thick as a thumb was hiding among the fallen leaves on the ground, with colorful colors.

When a spell fell, the poisonous insect was blown up.

But the poisoned cultivator fell to the ground without making a sound.

"he died."

The dry ice who rushed here whispered.

Beside this man is a woman, who may be his Taoist companion.

The woman threw herself on his dead body, weeping miserably.

After a while, the crying stopped.

Dry Bing was astonished to find that the woman was motionless, her body began to rot, and it was hopeless.

The toxin actually spread from the corpse to her body.

Dry Ice's eyes dimmed: "Burn it with fire."

After these changes, the atmosphere in the team was obviously a little depressed.

Everyone has raised their vigilance.

If you don't pay attention in this forest, the monks who established the foundation will die quietly, very aggrieved.

Rao is so.

As the crowd deepened, casualties inevitably occurred one after another.

The terrain here is getting more and more complicated.

The soil was unusually muddy, and the air was humid and muggy.

There is no decent road at all.

The dense vegetation hinders the progress of the monks, and they have to be careful of the insects and snakes that may jump out at any time.

The most difficult thing to walk is the rugged mountain road and swamps.

The latter can only take a detour, or can only spend a lot of spiritual power to traverse.

At the same time, there are constant dangers of casual cultivators dying in the jungle, and even two or three of the sect's disciples are unfortunately caught.

Dry ice has been working hard to rescue others, but it still can't stop the casualties, even the life of a junior sister.

Her mood dropped visibly to the naked eye.

During a break in the middle.

Wan Daishan wanted to go to comfort Dry Ice, but was sent away directly.

He lost face several times like this, and his complexion was not very good-looking.

But in front of everyone, he resisted not having an attack.

at this time.

On the branch above the head of the dry ice, a shadowless long snake drilled out as quickly as lightning.

Its color blends perfectly with its surroundings and changes instantly.

The naked eye cannot make out the trace at all.

During this process, it has not made any sound.

The spiritual consciousness that the monks who established the foundation have always relied on has been weakened too much in the depths of the forest.

For a while, even Dry Ice didn't realize the crisis was coming.

Others are even more ignorant.

When she realized it, her hair stood on end and her heart stopped beating.

The fierce wind is already in sight.

Dry Bing's beautiful eyes widened, and a hint of despair rose in her heart.

laugh!
An invisible spiritual force precisely hit the long snake's body.

Flesh exploded in mid-air.

Drenched in dry ice.

Fortunately, the magic weapon on her body supported a spiritual mask, so that she would not be too embarrassed.

"Junior Sister!"

Chen Xiaoshuang hurriedly asked: "Are you okay?"

Everyone else was also concerned.

"I am fine."

With a shock of the dry ice's spiritual power, the dirt on the mask was shaken away.

There were still two distractions in her eyes and lingering fear.

The long snake disappeared without a trace, its angle was extremely tricky and vicious, and the spiritual shield probably couldn't stop it.

If there is no such sudden spiritual power.

She is afraid that she has already...

Dry Bing asked: "Which fellow Taoist helped me just now?"

Everyone was at a loss.

They didn't even notice the fluctuation of the spiritual power, thinking that the dry ice solved the crisis by itself.

But after waiting for a while, no one answered.

Zhang Lang was aware of it, and looked at An Le beside him.

Just as she was about to speak, Jiang Yulan gave her a hard stare.

He just shut up honestly.

Seeing that no one responded, Dry Ice thanked him, returned to the center of the team, and continued on his way.

******
Night falls.

The team came to a relatively open flat ground.

Decided to spend the night here.

The forest at night is far more dangerous than during the day.

In the situation where the spiritual consciousness is not so effective, if you continue to go deeper rashly, you may suffer countless casualties.

on the other hand.

After traveling so anxiously for most of the day, everyone was a little tired.

Not in the body, but in the spirit.

Keep it tight all the time.

A night's rest is still necessary.

Many monks worked together to clean up the surrounding vegetation to ensure that there would be no hiding places for poisonous insects and monsters.

Loose repairs are distributed outside the camp.

Each sect is leaning towards the core position.

It sounds unfair, but no one disputes this.

After all, without the help of the disciples of the sect, the casual cultivators would not be able to get here at all.

Many people raised bonfires and made some simple food.

Or heat up the dry food, or make dishes from the monster meat killed during the day.

Not all casual cultivators can take medicines like Bigu Dan without burden.

Moreover, appetite is also one of the pursuits of some people.

"call--"

An Le took a large bowl of rice soup mixed with meat pieces and Lingmi, and took a sip happily.

Soon, a look of enjoyment appeared on his face, and he felt warm all over.

"Tastes great."

"I didn't expect Zhang Daoyou's cooking skills to be so good."

"That's natural!"

Zhang Lang chuckled, quite pleased: "I was a cook in Zuixianlou for a few years back then."

"Even Jindan monks are full of praise."

"Drunken Immortal Building?"

Jiang Yulan was also quite surprised, which shows the reputation of this restaurant.

The two chatted about this topic.

An Le didn't care so much, he gulped down a big bowl of soup, still feeling a little unsatisfied.

His current appetite can only be described as an exaggeration.

If he wasn't worried about exposing too much blood, he could even eat all the monster meat here.

Just eating and eating, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The eyes of the monks in the camp were all around him.

There were faint whispers.

Anle turned her head to look.

A figure in a white dress was walking towards him.

Bright eyes and bright teeth, sword eyebrows and star eyes.

Who is it if it’s not dry ice?
"D-Dry Ice Fairy?"

Jiang Yulan was so excited that she could speak incoherently, like a little fan meeting an idol.

Zhang Lang wasn't much better either.

Dry Bing smiled, and his eyes fell on An Le.

"Friend Lu Dao, I have something to tell you."

An Le felt dizzy for a while.

He just wanted to get through this trial safely, why did he always have trouble finding him?

Soon, the two left together under the surprised eyes of everyone.

(End of this chapter)