The monsters were finally defeated by humans.
Bai Yujun didn't know who designed the trap. He could only say that human beings had a talent for counterfeiting since ancient times. The animal skin paper was a real antique, but the things depicted on it were added later and had been processed. old.
I have never heard that monks are good at this. Most of them are professional craftsmen found in the streets.
"I'm afraid that the person who arranged the plan didn't expect that this dragon could be the leader. Forget it, I want to kill these evil demons anyway."
Moubai shrugged his thin shoulders.
The person who set up the trap must be a big shot. Demonic beasts are rampant in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. There are countless demon generals and demon commanders, and many demon kings are stationed everywhere. If your cultivation level is low, you will bring meat to the demon beasts, even if it is equivalent to the god transformation stage. Even if the monster comes in, it will also lead to death. Only the devil may have a chance of success.
It is not easy to design the equivalent of a Mahayana demon, but that person succeeded.
Using the huge group of demonic beasts in Shiwanda Mountain as a knife, one of the two demons died and the other was injured. If it were a human monk who fought the demon head-on, he would most likely have to pay a heavy price to succeed. The demonic beasts are different. They are ferocious, violent and powerful in large numbers. Even if It doesn't hurt if one or two of them die.
Perhaps the only thing I didn't expect was that none of the monsters died, all because a certain dragon appeared on the way.
"The devil will definitely vomit three liters of blood if he knows it. Oh, maybe there is no more blood to vomit."
In a dense forest far away from the ruins, the devil with disheveled hair was covered in blood like a boiled prawn. He grabbed the deer and bit it through his throat. He drank the blood to regain his strength. Although he could not regain his fighting power immediately, he could at least protect himself. It feels like the other accomplice didn't survive...
The magic weapon was broken and damaged, and the enemy was damaged. I thought it would be dangerous at first, but I didn't expect it to be so tragic.
The plan failed and the losses were heavy.
The demon holding the fawn and drinking blood suddenly paused. He vaguely felt that something was not right. He had a bad premonition after thinking about the cause and effect, and stood there blankly.
"Ouch...!"
Roars of anger and annoyance echoed in the mountains and forests...
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Northern Territory.
The disciples of Chunyang Palace and the masters of Western religions were exhausted mentally and physically.
The vastness of the sky and the earth makes it extremely difficult to search for people who are lurking secretly. From the clues, it seems that an unidentified person has entered the wilderness and headed towards the northern forest. The forest is vast and the mountains are high and dense. It is extremely difficult to search. I have also considered searching in the mysterious restricted area. There were fortifications nearby, but the ice and snow monsters were still instinctively killing the awakened zombies, making the battlefield even more chaotic everywhere.
In fact, the Arctic ice sheet has never stopped. Ice and snow creatures instinctively repel zombies. Perhaps they have never stopped killing each other since ancient times.
It's hard to explain things like territorial disputes, and it's impossible to give in anyway.
In other words, those ignorant ice and snow monsters in the ice and snow have kept the world peaceful for countless years.
The dragon bone is responsible for suppressing countless zombies on a large scale, and those who occasionally wake up are killed by ice and snow monsters. The number of zombies is limited, and maybe they will be wiped out naturally after thousands of years. Maybe the person who set up the game had this in mind.
The world of ice and snow is extremely strange, with many unique ice and snow flowers growing there. The flowers sway gently in the cold wind, and there are ice squirrels jumping among the white cedar branches and leaves...
In mid-air, Chunyang disciples watched the white ice and snow creatures on the plains fight with the black zombies.
Many zombies were attacked by monsters as soon as they broke out of the ice. Sharp ice picks and thin weapons cut and smashed the zombies into fragments all over the ground. The strong wind blew away the buried corpses and turned them into plant nutrients.
Snowball monsters, snow monkeys, and various snow monsters destroyed the scattered zombies crawling out from under the ice and snow. They seemed very happy, jumping around and squeaking.
"too messy……"
The world of ice and snow is in chaos.
Compared with the disciples of the two sects who have temporarily put aside their disputes and worked tirelessly, a certain Jiao in Nanhuang has been very leisurely recently.
They lived in the huge palace complex for more than ten days and a half. The fox demon and the white ape could not stand the pressure caused by staying for a long time and left early. Only a certain dragon did not feel any discomfort and was busy searching for information related to practice every day. Study and gain insights from the east and west, and take the opportunity to stabilize and consolidate your cultivation and look for opportunities for breakthroughs.
In fact, Bai Yujun was searching for a door similar to the one in the Longmen desert ruins...
After searching for days, I actually found one.
There is a beautiful building in the harem behind the main hall. Perhaps the energy field is too strong and no monsters come close to it. The room is empty and there is nothing. In addition, no one wants to go in because of the repulsion of the energy field. Bai Yujun is an exception, and there is no obstruction to the passage. .
When I entered the house, I saw ancient paintings painted on the walls. They were very lifelike. They looked like they were painted on a female boudoir room, very similar to the boudoir of a daughter of a wealthy family.
Suddenly, I felt that there was something magical about this painting. There was inexplicable energy lingering on it, similar to the door in the Longmen ruins.
Moubai touched the dragon's horn.
"I must be living in a story..."
Instinctively, he stepped forward and hit the giant painting. Then, Bai Bai disappeared as if he had fallen into the water. The ancient painting rippled and quickly returned to calm, leaving the room quiet and silent.
This is...a yellowed ink painting world?
Bai Yujun found that except for himself, the whole world looked yellowed and old, like walking into a shadow puppet world. There were various furniture and furnishings around the roof above his head. Everything was very unreal, like falling into a world in a painting, without any traces. Danger.
The boudoir was eerily quiet, and the painted furniture was blurry.
His eyes were fixed on the dressing table, with a red dressing box on it.
The dressing box was different from the yellowed space. It was more like a real object. Bai Yujun stepped forward and touched it. It was indeed real. She opened the dressing box with a gentle pull. There were a small amount of hairpins, earrings, bracelets and other jewelry inside, and her eyes instantly turned white. It becomes brighter, and it feels like the whole Jiaosheng is filled with sunshine, like a spring breeze...
"Get rich!"
It is not an ordinary product, it is neither gold nor silver, but it has a more expensive feeling. It is still easy to distinguish between common things and luxury goods.
The dressing box was full of all kinds of jewelry, and Moubai accepted them all without hesitation. He had no intention of wearing them on his head just yet, just to make a fortune.
After searching for something good, the whole thing was clear to me, so I wandered around and continued to look through it.
"Huh? Is this... a paper umbrella?"
There is a white paper umbrella on the coffee table next to the chair. There is a piece of paper pressed under the umbrella. It is definitely exquisite and fine to the eyes of someone who has been making umbrellas for hundreds of years. The handle of the umbrella is neither bamboo nor wood nor iron. The root has white hanging ears.
The umbrella surface is also snow-white, and the umbrella tip is unique, slightly pointed, and beautifully decorated with tiny flowers.
When I grabbed the umbrella handle, I found it was very heavy. From the feel, the paper umbrella was very hard.
Open...
Danfeng Meimu was very happy.
"That's great~"
The snow-white paper umbrella has an ink-and-wash swimming dragon painted on it, which seems to be alive, moving quickly or slowly around the center.
I remembered that there was another piece of paper. I picked it up and found that there was only one word on it, gift.
Bai Yujun didn't know if the owner of this place had left it in advance or something else. At least if he took it away, he would feel much better. A simple word "gift" relieved some of the discomfort. He was very happy to receive the weapon as a gift.
The white umbrella is a weapon.
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