Even if we meet, we should not know [old version]

Although the spiritual power at the border of Zhengwuzhou is not very strong, there are many trees and rivers, the air is humid and the water vapor is permeating.

While the rest of the disciples were busy getting out of the beast's stomach, Qianqing and Lin Zichu quietly followed one of the monks and left here.

At the root of the wide tree, there are several white circular holes.The hole is about half a person's height, not very wide, and can only accommodate a monk to enter.

The monk had already been squatting at the entrance of the cave waiting for the two of them. When he saw them coming, the monk waved lightly, and then crawled into the cave by himself.

Ordinary monks probably wouldn't take such a climbing posture, because they felt it would hurt their face, and they would often choose to fly with their swords at such heights.

However, Qianqing and Lin Zichu didn't hesitate, seeing the monk crawling forward, they quickly lay down on the ground and followed closely behind.

The monk secretly praised the two young monks behind him.He knew the terrain well and climbed ahead.Linzi's cultivation is the highest at the beginning, Hu is at the end, and Qianqing is caught in the middle.

As soon as she climbed in, Qianqing saw that there were countless circular hollow passages in the cave, which were lime-white in color.

The passages are cut neatly, unlike natural formations, and countless passages are intricately intertwined like old trees.

When climbing, you can hear the roar of animals in the distance, and the tide fades away.

The monk in front said softly: "That's the 'Wild Rat'. It only lives at the bottom of the wide tree on the boundary wall and feeds on the tree. These passages are dug by them."

"What?" Qian Qing was startled: "They dig trees? Wouldn't that knock down the Boundary Wall Tree?"

"No, the boundary wall wide tree grows about a foot taller every year, and the hole dug by the cold mouse is also one foot high. It takes one year to make the whole tree fall one foot. The excrement of the cold mouse is the best glue. mixture."

"Won't the cold mouse dig holes at will and kill the wide tree?"

"No." The monk whispered, "The cycle of life and death of the wide tree starts from the bottom."

This wonderful landscape, the interdependent trees and rats, is also a spectacle that can only be seen here.

"The attack power of the cold mouse is not strong, but the swarm of beasts is not a small trouble." The monk said with a smile: "It is thanks to the little prince here that we can travel so conveniently."

The Hanshu is cold and likes dampness, but Yan Erhe is its natural enemy. He felt the breath of this crane from a distance, and fled to avoid it.

Compared with ordinary people, the monks climbed extremely fast, especially the monks who climbed in front of Qianqing.He used his elbows and knees, as if he was used to climbing in the tunnel, and his speed was astonishing.At first, Qian Lin and the others were not used to the environment where they could not absorb spiritual energy, so they crawled a little slower, and after a while, they gradually caught up.Even so, under the leadership of the monks in front, he crawled hard until his knees and elbows were itchy, and he just climbed to the place where he could look at the exit.

The cultivator in front waved his hand back, signaling the two to stop.

He did not open his mouth, but sent sound transmissions to Qianqing and Lin Zichu respectively, and he said: "Ahead is the intersection of the four continents, the entrance to the frozen forest wasteland. There is a strange beast in the wasteland, which is very sensitive to sound. Next we Try to transmit sound with your spiritual sense. It’s better not to cause trouble for the young master when he comes here for the first time.”

Lin Zichu nodded, his expression slightly relaxed.

Qianqing asked via voice transmission: "I don't know what to call senior brother?"

The monk said: "Don't dare. If you don't mind, call me Kuishan. There is not much distance, we'd better reach the destination before dark."

After saying that, Kui Shan leaned forward with his elbows, and crawled over extremely quickly.

Without saying a word, Qianqing followed closely behind.

The closer he got to the frozen forest wasteland, the more obvious the fresh and strange emotion in his heart, and his heart was pounding.

It seems that I can feel that there is something waiting for me.

When the sun went down and the sky was hazy with some light and some gloomy darkness, a group of three people finally climbed to the end of the hole at the bottom of the wide tree on the boundary wall.

Kui Shan put his finger up and brought it close to his lips. After reminding Qian Lin and the others not to make a sound for the last time, he poked his head out carefully, looked around, and jumped out of the hole.

The frozen forest wasteland is located between the four continents of Liaoji Continent, Zhengwu Continent, Wandering Continent and Taichong Continent.It has a peculiar landform, and the surface presents a special silver color, like frost and snow, so it is called "Frozen Forest Wasteland".The climate here is severe, the temperature at night is extremely low, and there is no grass growing.Only some tenacious and vigorous trees can survive here.

In order to compete for more water and sunlight, the roots of the trees mutate. On the silver surface, there are protruding roots. Some roots can grow more than ten meters above the surface. From a distance, they look like huge caves. The terrain is really complicated.

Before the two of them could get acquainted with the climate here, Kuishan sent a voice transmission for them to follow.

This time it was Kuishan who took the lead, while Qian Lin and the others walked side by side.

The three sometimes climbed over the raised tree roots, and sometimes slipped through the gaps below. Before it was dark, the tree roots on the surface became more and more dense. It seemed that they were gradually approaching the real frozen forest wasteland.

It is sparsely populated and very quiet.

Qianqing was climbing over a relatively low tree root. He and Lin Zichu sat on the tree root, holding the wet root tightly with their palms.

Suddenly hearing the sound of walking, the two turned their heads in unison.

Not far ahead, he saw a blood-stained male monk stumbling towards the three of them.

The monk's complexion was pale, all the seven orifices were bleeding, and even the teeth were stained with blood in the opened mouth.

A clogged moan came from his throat.

For monks, blood is very precious, and losing more than a handful of blood at a time will damage their vitality, and it will take a lot of time to make up.

The monk in front of him was obviously seriously injured.

Qianqing asked via voice transmission: "Brother Kui, what's going on?"

Kuishan gave a 'tsk' sound, waved his hand, and said, "Don't touch him, try not to make any noise, let's make a detour and hurry up."

When Linzi first saw his disgusted expression, he frowned and said via voice transmission: "This fellow Taoist is seriously injured, is it a bit wrong to leave like this?"

"This senior brother doesn't know something," Kuishan said, "The one in front of him is no longer a seriously injured monk. In fact, he is already dead, leaving only an empty shell dangling in front of us. The voice is sensitive, we need to whisper when we leave, it is extremely troublesome to be touched by him!"

Qian Qing asked: "Did he suffer from some kind of poison?"

"It's more terrifying than being poisoned." Kuishan looked at the sky and said, "The destination is not far away. It's safer there. I'll explain it to you two when we get to the place where we stay. Now let me go. "

He looked quite anxious, and his feet were flying fast, trying not to make a sound.

However, no matter how careful you are, there will always be a sound when the skirt rubs against each other.

The three of them changed their way, and the blood-spitting monk who was in front of them stumbled closer after hearing the sound.

Qianqing quickly followed Kuishan, but she still couldn't help but look back.

Then he saw the gray-faced blood-spitting monk, his eyes dull and lifeless.

The speed of walking forward is very slow, which is not as good as that of ordinary people.

Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from Qianqing and his party, the monk suddenly tripped over a tree root and fell face down on the ground.

There was only a popping sound, and a large amount of blood mixed with internal organs and intestinal fragments spewed out from the monk's seven orifices and anus, and fell to the ground.

Kuishan's complexion changed, and he said via voice transmission: "No, let's go!"

Although Qian Lin and the two of them didn't know what had happened, seeing Kui Shan so serious, they didn't dare to take it lightly.

Without saying a word, the two of them stepped on the roots of the tree, regardless of the sound problem, and hurried forward.

The sky gradually darkened, the originally pleasant temperature dropped suddenly, and the exhalation turned into ice.

The night of the frozen forest wasteland is about to fall.