There were ravines and undulating mountains. In the twilight sky and earth, Chen Mo stopped and looked at the emerald green bamboo sea surrounded by mountains.
Green mountains and green waters, towering ancient trees towering into the clouds, the sea of green bamboos seem to be boundless, and the faint gurgling stream is primitive, simple, and quiet. It is hard for Chen Mo to imagine that the harsh inner environment of the Forgotten Land can actually appear. Such a beautiful and beautiful artistic conception.
The dim light grew bamboo shoots on the path, and the moss-colored frost touched the roots. Chen Mo walked forward all the way, the bamboo leaves swayed in the wind, and green bamboos were growing against the mountains and rocks. The mountains and plains were green and continuous.
When the moon came over the bamboo tops, Chen Mo discovered the broken bamboos, blood spattering, and the smell of blood from the corpses scattered on the ground that lingered for a long time.
The hermit in the bamboo forest startled the resting birds, and the flying sword slung around Chen Mo's waist came out with a sound. The moonlight reflected the cold light of the sword's blade, and they fought quickly. A corpse fell neatly in front of him.
Chen Mo held it empty with his left hand, and the man's storage bag fell into his palm. There were only some scattered spiritual stones left in it, which totaled only more than a hundred yuan.
"It seems that the monk didn't lie to me..."
Chen Mo stepped into the Bamboo Sea for a few hours. He hadn't seen anyone for a long time, and he planned to go back to find that person to settle accounts. However, there were signs of fighting here, and there were monks who wanted to get the fisherman's hand. Li, hiding in the dark and sneaking up on him.
Everything shows that there are really many monks in this bamboo sea.
Chen Mo didn't get close to the bodies that had been dead for a long time, and he didn't even touch their storage bags. He didn't need to think too much, he knew there must be a scam, so he didn't bother to waste time. He turned around and walked to a green bamboo and touched it with his hands. A cut mark.
"The sword's intention is so deep that it can even cut off the veins on the bamboo leaves in front of it neatly. This person is probably the best among the Qi Refining monks..."
Chen Mo scanned the faces of the corpses on the ground. There were men and women. They were all unfamiliar faces. Their vital parts had been severely damaged, and they were either killed by one blow or two blows.
"Three...four...there are only five corpses. The monks in the Forgotten Land usually work in groups of six or nine people. If my guess is correct, the top monk among them escaped." Yes, the people who killed them are still on the trail..."
Chen Mo's vigilance increased greatly. The purpose of his coming here was to find some relatively gentle monks to work together to resist the tide of extreme fire beasts, and to take a detour to the abyss and ravine in the south, instead of simply fighting and killing.
It would be really stupid if he and the monk who attacked him before were killed in such a muddle-headed manner.
For some reason, Chen Mo suddenly remembered the two monks who had their eyebrows pierced on the stone beach a few days ago. After walking not far, he thought about it and blessed himself with a concealment spell, and his body became thinner. .
As time went by, the sound of the bamboo waves became more and more intense. Chen Mo's eyes suddenly widened. He walked quickly at first, and then started to run in the bamboo sea, flying past the layers of thin ink strips. He raised his sword and With a wave, he turned around and grabbed the elastic green bamboo, taking advantage of the momentum to sink backwards.
There was a loud whistling wind behind them, and a certain black figure seemed to have grabbed the bamboo stick, and the two of them sank into the mottled night together.
Chen Mo stepped forward in the air and stopped another green bamboo with his hand. The extremely tough bamboo was bent into an incredible angle. His body sank into the dense bamboo leaves, and he stuck out his head, constantly moving toward Looking around.
The figure who appeared inexplicably pursued him all the way, stepping up and down on the bamboo strips, looking for traces of Chen Mo.
A gray light flashed past in the dark night, and a soft chime resounded in the bamboo forest. Chen Mo changed places with the man. The difference from before was that only half of the flying sword in his hand was left.
"Who are you?"
Chen Mo immediately threw away the flying sword and asked the figure behind the bamboo forest.
He knew very well that in the flash of lightning just now, the magic weapon on the opposite side was also chopped into pieces by himself, but Chen Mo had the opportunity to take the lead. This time, he was at a slight disadvantage.
"and who are you?"
As soon as the black shadow opened his mouth, Chen Mo determined his position, and without saying a word, he slashed away with another flying sword. The target was not him, but the green bamboo as thick as a bowl under him!
"——Crack!"
The bamboo snapped with a crisp sound, and the black shadow that was chasing him also lost its center of gravity and fell. With the idea of taking advantage of the victory, Chen Mo stepped forward, but unexpectedly fell into this person's trap. Before he could get even half a foot away, a thick The strong arms grabbed Chen Mo's throat like thunder.
Chen Mo's reaction was naturally not slow. He used the Suzaku hand he had learned in his early years and turned around to clasp his wrist. However, the opponent's strength was too strong and he could not move at all even as he swayed from side to side.
At this moment, the attacking black shadow made a decision in his heart, and suddenly gave up the other hand holding Qingzhu, as if he wanted to give Chen Mo a firm slap on the chest.
Chen Mo did not retreat but moved forward. He cleverly moved back and locked the black shadow's arms with his hands. Because he gave up on Qingzhu, the two of them fell quickly towards the dark ground in an instant.
Black Shadow also didn't expect that the pursuing monk would react so quickly. If this continued, neither of them would be able to use their spiritual power. He and Chen Mo each struck a palm in unison, and with the aftershock of the repercussions, the two sides once again distanced themselves. .
Like the sound of a wooden board breaking, Chen Mo's back broke four or five towering bamboos in succession. Only when he reached the sixth one did he seize the gap, hold the middle part fiercely and press down. It bounced up with the bamboo and jumped into the air.
"Whoosh!!"
Chen Mo didn't look back, turned around and plunged into another dense bamboo sea. He knew that the latter was also injured, but anyone who was wiser would not choose to chase him again.
That's what he said, but Chen Mo didn't dare to confirm it. After landing on the ground, he ran non-stop for half an hour. When the wind gradually subsided, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"This black shadow's cultivation level is only slightly stronger than mine. Unfortunately, the fighting time was too short, so I can't tell what his sect is..."
As Chen Mo walked, he recalled the process of the fight. Not long after, he came to a lake with waves as flat as a mirror, in which there were many colorful fish playing.
"Strange... why does this fish... look so familiar?"
Chen Mo paused for a while by the pool. When he got up, he glanced at Xiaoyu a few more times and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"I remembered! This is a treasure hunter fish!!"
Chen Mo slapped his head. This was introduced in the classics he had read a few years ago. The small spiritual beasts unique to the Forgotten Land were transformed from the spiritual rain and mist between heaven and earth. They fell to the ground and formed life. They were distributed in lakes. , streams, river beaches and other areas.
As the name suggests, treasure-hunting fish can only survive in places where spiritual energy gathers, and wherever they are found, it indicates that there will be treasures nearby...
Chen Mo nodded secretly in his heart and followed the previous method of hiding. Although he had never thought that he could encounter redbud fruit or chalcedony mushroom here, since there was a treasure, how could he be willing to return empty-handed?
Chen Mo walked forward along the path in the bamboo sea. After about a quarter of an hour, his powerful consciousness actually vaguely heard the sound of whispered conversation. He was refreshed and approached the source of the sound more cautiously. .
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