Return from the second dimension

At the edge of the forest, the middle-aged monk looked vigilant and looked around.

Although it is quiet here, it is not safe.

He has a feeling that he seems to have a pair of eyes peeping in secret, like a poisonous snake that may launch a sneak attack at any time.

It was like that vine of flesh and blood, which caught the middle-aged monk by surprise and did not dare to confront it.

The wound on his back was already festered, and the color was black.

Obviously flesh and blood vines are highly poisonous, and if ordinary people were injured, they might have already lost their lives.

After the middle-aged monk found that something was wrong, he immediately sealed the flesh and blood around the wound to prevent toxins from flowing along the blood.

Although the deterioration of the injury was temporarily curbed, it was only a temporary solution, not the root cause. People must help treat the wound and remove the poisoned flesh and blood.

Otherwise, it won't take long for the flesh and blood on his back to be completely necrotic, and even a middle-aged monk can't bear such a serious injury.

After all, he is not a god, he has the ability of the flesh and bones of the living dead, or an energy body, and he doesn't care about ordinary physical damage.

This is also one of the reasons why the middle-aged monk put the same door into the forest. Under this situation, only his brother can help with the wound.

In addition, the weird flesh-and-blood vine and the ubiquitous sense of prying made the middle-aged cultivator feel nervous and did not dare to continue taking risks.

No matter how good things are, they must be enjoyed by life, otherwise it will end up in nothing.

His current location was originally a passage into the primeval forest, but as the energy of heaven and earth suddenly exploded, the road was completely sealed by plants.

The growth of those weeds is too crazy, the height is comparable to that of a small tree, and it is impossible to walk normally in the forest.

The middle-aged monk had no choice but to climb a big tree again, trying to broaden his field of vision so that he could give directions to his fellow students.

Fortunately, the wild grasses are only limited to fixed areas, and everything else is normal, which also relieved the middle-aged monk.

Controlling the communication compass at hand, the middle-aged monk sent a group of messages to the monk in the short coat, marking his location.

After having accurate coordinates, the middle-aged cultivator can guide and command in time to help outsiders enter the forest.

Inside the forest, the middle-aged monk didn't know how powerful this phantom formation was, but he knew the strength of the monk in the short coat very well.

Even they are helpless, obviously this weird virgin forest is definitely not as simple as imagined.

The look of Tang Zhen flashed in his mind, and the middle-aged monk even doubted whether all this was related to Tang Zhen?

Otherwise, in an ordinary forest, how can gemstones containing the energy of heaven and earth suddenly pop up, and there are so many terrible monsters?

Thinking about Tang Zhen sneak attacking himself, and then using a dagger to destroy his magic weapon, the middle-aged monk confirmed this more and more.

How can ordinary people have such a method and possess such terrible power to shoot through human bodies and tree trunks with a bamboo gun?

Fortunately, the middle-aged monk can be sure that Tang Zhen should not know how to use magic techniques, otherwise when the two fight against each other, he will inevitably use monk's means to launch an attack.

As long as you don't understand the methods of the monks, then there is nothing to worry about. The middle-aged monks think that by virtue of their own strength, Tang Zhen is not an opponent at all.

For the monks, mortals are ants, and Tang Zhen is just one of the stronger ones.

When I was thinking about it, I saw a large group of people appearing at the edge of the forest, they were the same brothers of the middle-aged monk.

As they marched, their faces were full of vigilant expressions, as if walking in a minefield.

From the perspective of the middle-aged monk, this kind of appearance seems very ridiculous, but only the person involved knows how dangerous his situation is.

The scene they saw in their eyes was completely different from what the middle-aged monks saw. The place that was originally empty was densely forested in their eyes.

Although it's just an illusion, it can't run rampant, otherwise the turbulent flow of energy that is invisible can easily kill people.

In addition, when rushing into chaos, they will be involuntarily guided by the energy of heaven and earth, thinking that they will walk far away in one direction, but in fact they will turn around in circles like a drag.

At the same time, in the process of marching, it is extremely vulnerable to various injuries, even if it is too late for a companion to rescue.

From the perspective of the middle-aged monk, you can see some hidden crises, for example, in the grass next to the team at this time, there are venomous snakes lurking.

As the energy of heaven and earth exploded, the animals in the forest also benefited, becoming stronger and smarter.

As they fumbled forward, a poisonous snake hidden in the grass suddenly bit the calf of a mercenary.

After biting the target, the poisonous snake quickly retracted, the whole process was as fast as lightning, and no one reacted at all.

The bitten mercenary screamed, looked down at the location of his injury, and the whole team stopped.

"What's the matter, what's your name?"

When the old woman noticed that the team had stopped, she looked back and asked in a cold voice.

"I was bitten, and looking at the wound, it should be a poisonous snake!"

While the mercenary was speaking, he quickly reined his leg with a rope, and then directly cut the bite.

Until this time everyone discovered that in just a short time, the area around his bite wound had become black.

After the dagger cut open the wound, the smelly and sticky blood slowly leaked out, as if it was about to solidify.

During the treatment of the wound, the mercenary did not feel any pain, just because the wound was completely numb.

After being bitten by a snake, he was not afraid of pain, but he was afraid of numbness. The mercenaries also knew this, so his face became very ugly.

The military doctors in the team looked serious and quickly took out the anti-venom serum and injected the wounded mercenaries in.

"Am I okay?"

The wounded mercenary asked, but did not notice, the eyes of his companions watching him became heavier.

But in a short period of time, his face became black, black and blue, and his eyes became sluggish.

"Can't save..."

The military doctor shook his head and got up from the ground. This kind of snake venom was too powerful to be cured.

Sure enough, just after he got up, the mercenary twitched a few times, and then lost his breath.

"All give me more vigilance. If you are bitten by a poisonous snake, even the gods will not be able to save you."

The old woman continued to speak in a cold voice, without seeing the dead mercenary, she turned and continued to move forward.

When the other monks saw this, their faces were indifferent, and they didn't take this matter to heart.

"Leave the body here, let's move on, remember to be careful not to be bitten by a poisonous snake!"

The mercenary captain said, and then greeted everyone to follow the team and continue to move forward.

What they didn't know was that the middle-aged cultivator who stood in the distance and looked directly at him had his eyes rounded at this moment, and his face showed a hint of horror.

It turned out that just after everyone left, the dead mercenary suddenly stood upright from the ground.

His eyes were pitch black, and there was no trace of anger in his body. After he got up, he stepped toward the front team without hesitation.

As if feeling the middle-aged monk's gaze, the walking corpse turned to look at him, and a strange smile was raised on the corner of his mouth.