Amidst the faint voice of the fairy, a white-bearded old fairy wearing a white Yin-Yang Tai Chi fish robe slowly walked out of the mist.
The old immortal is holding a fly whisk and his clothes are fluttering. Just one glance can make people admire him.
Seeing the old immortal's survival, he was shocked in his heart, and subconsciously recalled the white-bearded 'immortal' he had seen in Shenshu Village.
The 'immortal' of Shenshu Village also walked out of the white mist.
Also holding a whisk.
Even the Yin Yang Tai Chi fish robes they wore were exactly the same style.
The 'Ancient Immortal' obviously no longer exists in the world.
But they seem to be everywhere, as if they are immortal in a sense...
In the forest.
Seeing an 'immortal' walking out of the white mist, the old monk Wusheng patted the storage bag on his waist and took out a golden tin staff.
He held the tin staff and tapped it heavily on the ground.
"Amitabha!"
Accompanied by the Buddha's name, an invisible energy spread from the tin staff to all directions.
When the 'immortals' touched Qi Jin, they turned into five pools of pitch black mud, leaving only whisks, fairy swords, wine gourds and other objects in place.
These 'immortals' are dead.
The way they died was almost exactly the same as in the Divine Tree Village.
Chenghuo glanced at the magic treasures on the ground and said calmly: "Master, how do you plan to divide the treasures on the ground?"
Wu Sheng smiled and said: "They are just useless decorations. If you want them, just take them."
In fact, it’s not just Wu Sheng.
Among the seven people in Chenghuo's group, except for him and Tieniu, the other monks who were traveling with him did not take the immortal treasures seriously.
It's like those treasures are really just a bunch of useless decorations.
These people don't seem to know the difference...
Chengsheng looked around.
Seeing that everyone really didn't care about the treasures on the ground, he walked forward as if nothing happened and put the fly whisk, wine gourd, fairy sword, etc. into the storage bag.
A group of seven people continued to move forward in the forest.
On the way, Chenghuo asked the old monk Wusheng: "I dare to ask Master, do you know where the 'immortals' in the white mist come from?"
"Those are the afterimages of the 'ancient immortals' from thousands of years ago."
Wu Sheng explained: "In addition to this blood forest, there is a possibility of encountering the afterimage of the 'Ancient Immortal', such as the 'Ancient Immortal Ruins' or other dangerous places with white mist."
"The afterimages of 'Ancient Immortals' are strong and weak. For example, the afterimages we just encountered are only in the early and middle stages of worshiping gods."
"And if we forcefully break into the Blood Forest before the white mist clears, then the afterimage of the 'Ancient Immortal' we encounter will most likely be in the embryonic stage, or even the blood elixir stage. "
No wonder we have to wait for the white fog to clear before we can enter the Blood Forest.
I see....
Survival suddenly.
He asked again: "Does Master know how these afterimages of 'ancient immortals' were formed?"
Wu Sheng shook his head and said with a smile: "These afterimages of 'ancient immortals' may have existed thousands of years ago. Because they are so old, it is almost impossible to figure out the reasons..."
Everyone was walking and chatting.
Not long after, another group of 'immortals' wearing Yin Yang Tai Chi fish robes were seen walking out of the white mist.
Similarly, this team of 'immortals' still only have the early and middle stages of worshiping gods.
No need for others to take action, the old monk Wusheng repeated his old tricks and easily killed the 'immortals' with just a wave of his tin staff.
This time, the killed 'immortals' did not leave behind the treasure of 'wine gourd'.
In order not to attract Wu Sheng's attention, Cheng Sheng deliberately did not pick up the fairy sword, Yin Yang Tai Chi fish robe and other items...
In this way, after clearing the afterimages of several groups of 'immortals', the white mist in front suddenly became thicker.
Seeing this scene, Wu Sheng's face was filled with joy.
He looked straight ahead and said, "If nothing else, the blood tree we are looking for should be right in front of us."
Cheng Sheng followed the old monk's gaze and saw a blood-red tree shadow looming in the white mist ahead.
Everyone quickened their pace.
Only after getting closer did Chengsheng realize it.
What kind of blood tree is this? This is clearly an 'ancient immortal' who is twenty or thirty meters tall, buried in the ground, and whose body resembles a dead tree!
Of course, some people hold different views on this.
Yuan Xiujie frowned and said, "Why did this blood tree look like a human? Could it be that it has become a spirit?"
"No, no, no."
Tieniu's view is consistent with Cheng Sheng's: "I think it's more like a certain 'ancient immortal' growing into a tree."
"It's unlikely." Yuan Xiujie retorted: "After all, how can anyone grow to be twenty or thirty meters tall..."
The blood trees in the blood forest not only look like "ancient immortals", but also have countless red "blood fruits" growing on their flesh-like branches.
Just like the 'Tao Fruit' in the Divine Tree Village.
Chengshuo only took one look at the 'blood fruit', and a clear realization emerged in his heart that 'the blood fruit is probably a great tonic'.
But out of caution, he didn't rush to pick the fruit, let alone eat it...
at the same time.
It is different from Chenghuo and others' curiosity about the blood tree.
After the old monk Wusheng saw the blood tree, there was a hint of undetectable excitement in his eyes, and he inadvertently glanced at Tieniu.
This tiny movement was fully visible to Cheng Sheng, who was silently observing from the side.
The old monk was obviously not tortured by the 'power of pain', but after seeing the blood tree, he showed an even more excited reaction than an iron bull.
There is something strange about this old monk...
Under the bloody tree.
Seeing that Cheng Huo and others were stunned in place, unwilling to be the first to stand up and drink the blood tree sap, the old monk Wu Sheng took the initiative to speak: "Cheng Huo, since everyone else has concerns, then you will be the one to drink the blood tree sap. Be the first to drink!"
"this...."
Tieniu hesitated.
He hesitated on the spot.
Judging from his performance, it seems that he doesn't particularly trust his master...
"Amitabha!"
Seeing that Tieniu refused, the old monk stopped forcing him.
He put his hands together, looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, and stood there without saying a word.
This stalemate lasted for a long time.
Finally, Yuan Xiujie, who had the lowest cultivation level in the team, said, "I'll do it!"
Yuan Xiujie heard the news that "blood tree sap can relieve pain" from his friend.
Out of trust in his friend, Yuan Xiujie came to the tree, cut open the trunk with a dagger, and then took out a porcelain bowl from the storage bag to collect the juice.
The blood tree not only looks like an immortal.
After being sliced open by the dagger, the flesh-like tree trunk actually seemed to have been scratched, with blood constantly seeping out from it.
What makes Cheng Sheng even more incredible is that not long after the blood tree sap flowed out, the wound healed on its own like flesh and blood.
Stop bleeding, scab, and finally recover completely.
"this...."
Seeing this strange phenomenon, Yuan Xiujie's eyes were shocked, and he subconsciously distanced himself from the blood tree.
He said with a look of disbelief: "Could this blood tree really be transformed from an 'ancient immortal'?"
Looking at the blood tree with the wound healed, Chengshuo's eyes showed a thoughtful look.
What happened to the ancient immortals and ancient Buddhas from thousands of years ago?
What was this world originally like?
