Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

"The scripture above must be the Soul-Nourishing Sutra."

"Yes, but those with weak spirits will be used as food."

The runes and words on the coffin came alive and twisted, revealing dozens of faces. Some were ferocious and angry, some were sad and filled with resentment, and some were extremely vicious, opening and closing their mouths, trying to crawl out of the coffin.

"I seemed to hear a voice." Mu Jin's eyes were blurry, but she instinctively released a red spider the size of an egg, which climbed up, turned a few circles, and stepped on the words.

"I'm afraid that my brother has been affected by the coffin."

Zhang Song stopped reading. If he continued reading, he would probably memorize the entire scripture.

Mu Jin whispered, "This thing is too dangerous. I'm worried about it. I'd better leave it with you."

"No, this thing is a rare soul treasure. As long as you don't pay too much attention to it, it will be of great use whether you use it to nourish your soul or to fight."

Zhang Song pretended not to understand what Mu Jin meant.

His mind moved, and he suddenly said, "My senior brother is injured. I am always worried. How about we go over and take a look tomorrow?"

Hibiscus: ...

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This was his second time coming to the Chaos Canyon. He no longer sensed so much dangerous aura. Instead, he could clearly feel all kinds of poisonous insects and ferocious beasts hiding in the dark.

"You have never been here, right? I will lead the way. The most dangerous things here are all kinds of poisonous miasma and some powerful beasts. There is a kind of beast powder for sale in the black hole. Apply it on your body to protect you from many attacks."

After walking for more than two miles, she came to a relatively low stone cliff. She jumped a few steps and walked along a few willow trees.

"This is Guiliu Village. The big willow tree in the center of the village is somewhat magical. Every year during the harvest festival, a large amount of blood food is offered."

"Who is it?" The guard looked over coldly.

"Just passing by, buying some things and leaving, not staying overnight."

Mu Jin casually threw a spirit stone over.

After a while, the guard said in surprise: "Miss Mu, the one next to you must be Zhang Song's true disciple from Jinguang Cave. He can enter, but remind him to abide by the rules of our village."

Are there any rules in Guiliu Village? Maybe there are, but Mu Jin has never cared about them.

Zhang Song was in a good mood when he saw this ancient and simple village. It was hard to imagine that the people in this village were so brutal and ruthless that they would never give up until they died.

After just a few steps, I saw a huge willow tree that was so thick that it took more than ten people to hug it.

It is about seven or eight meters high, with heavy and thick willow branches and dense leaves that almost hang to the ground, layer upon layer.

Under the willow tree were some tributes of sandalwood, fruits and animal meat, as well as an old man waiting to die.

The man sat cross-legged quietly under the tree with a smile on his face.

Zhang Song narrowed his eyes and looked towards the top of the man's head. There were faint traces of corpses on the willow tree, entangled in willow branches and swaying.

"Don't look at it." Mu Jin reminded in a low voice.

Zhang Song nodded. Could this willow tree be a monster? The villagers provided blood to the monster, and the monster protected the villagers.

"Dear guests, I am Liu Zhai Ji Li, welcome to both of you."

Mu Jin showed a polite smile on her soft face: "Elder Ji, we are just passing by."

Ji Li laughed heartily and said, "Of course I know you two are just passing by, but if the true news of Jinguang Cave reaches the village and we don't greet you, we would be impolite."

Ji Li is the steward of Gui Liu's residence. His realm is only in the late stage of Qi Refining, but he is in charge of the comings and goings of the entire village.

In a small square on the hillside, the village set up six banquet tables. Only the brave warriors and elders of the village could attend.

There were grievances between Shiniuzhai and Guiliuzhai, but the other party entertained them warmly. There were enthusiastic women singing and dancing, raising bowls to toast, there were tall men who toasted by tapping their chests with knives, and there were also some people who looked provocative, and if they were not at the banquet, they would probably want to reach out and measure them.

"Brother Zhang Song, I heard that you established your foundation in the thunder tribulation. Why don't you show us your skills and let our men open their eyes? Otherwise, you will be arrogant and think about hitting here and there every day. If you are not careful one day, you will get yourself killed."

"Hahaha, Old Man Ji, you are too timid. I'm afraid you have never left the village."

"Master Ji, you are too arrogant to outsiders. Are you looking down on our own children?"

"Let me show you my skills first."

The first person to come out was a short man, about 1.6 meters tall, with a big head and an ugly face, but his temperament gave people a cheerful and direct feeling, which was not disgusting.

After coming out, he clasped his hands together and said loudly: "I know I am no match for this friend, but I don't believe what old man Ji said. Let me show you my skills first."

He walked to the side, picked up a pair of large stone hammers that were almost as tall as himself, walked to the center of the venue, and swung them up and down. Gradually, the sound of a tiger roaring could be heard in the wind from the hammers, and his whole temperament became ferocious and violent.

Everyone seemed to see a tiger coming down the mountain, shaking its head, jumping up and down and playing, with supreme majesty, which made people afraid and dared not approach.

"Good." Someone cheered loudly, looking excited and waving his fist.

“Monta, Monta, Monta.

Ji Li showed a slight approval on his face, turned around and introduced Zhang Song and the others, "Meng Ta is 29 years old, and is now in the perfect Qi and Blood Realm. Although his brain is not very good, his strength is still good."

Zhang Song nodded. He himself was a warrior, so he naturally knew what level the other party had reached.

Seeing that Zhang Song really agreed and nodded in a naive manner to acknowledge the other party's strength, Mu Jin was speechless. Silly brother, you can't tell that this is a program prepared in advance.

"I heard that someone in the village was carried away by a giant tiger when he was a child and fed with milk. When he was thirteen years old, he was found and brought back to the village. Could it be this person in front of me?"

"Yes, it's Monta, born with supernatural powers."

Monta placed his two hammers on the ground, and the hard and flat ground sank slightly.

Zhang Song stood up and raised the black sea bowl in his right hand.

"Brother Monta, you welcomed me with your hammer dance, so I'll toast you a glass of wine."

"it is good."

Monta's eyes were shining, and the aura on his body was constantly steaming, like a ferocious tiger, slowly walking towards Zhang Song.

It's not shameful. After all, Monta is only in the late first stage, while the man in front of him is already a second-level warrior and a true disciple of Jinguan Cave.

Zhang Song just smiled friendly.

Monta placed his hands on the wine bowl, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and his whole body became stiff.

But after a few breaths, everything returned to normal.

He slowly took the bowl with both hands, drank it all in one gulp, and said sincerely and loudly: "Meng Ta thanks you for your guidance. In the future, if you have any orders, I will definitely not refuse."

At that moment just now, he seemed to see the real ancient giant bear, standing upright, eyes looking up at the sky, with huge palms raised high, as if to tear down this piece of void.

Monta is strong because he has understood the majesty and dominance of the tiger clan, that kind of arrogant aura.

Zhang Song's will is more direct and pure, and it also contains Zhang Song's own understanding of martial arts.

It's like a proud colorful rooster and an eagle yearning to soar into the sky.

He knew his own shortcomings and also knew the direction of his future practice.