ps: It's a little late tonight, I'm sorry everyone!

Morality! Morality! Can you not use such a funny and complaining method to evaluate it!? Zhang Jun twitched his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. A white mist was slashed across the blade in his hand, creating a cold and sharp aura. The entire blade emitted a white light, which was a strange phenomenon that arises after the coldness sublimated to the extreme.

With a knife in the dark just now, Zhang Jun could clearly feel the feeling coming from the blade, as if the blade had completely fallen into the mud and glue, and ten percent of the force could only be exerted less than 10%. What's even more terrifying is that the slime secretion of the rotten mountain mandrill, which contained highly toxic and strong corrosive mucus secretions on the rotten mountain mandrill were destroyed by a little bit. It can be imagined that if his body was splashed a little bit during the fight, the result would probably not be much better than the clothes that were already full of holes.

So at the moment of fighting, Zhang Jun had already used the Six Nei Aohan Arts to combine the effectiveness of the Cold Bing Internal Power and Bing Xin Arts to increase the coldness of the internal energy to the limit in the shortest time. In this state, even Zhang Jun's body also had a blue-purple color, which is the reason why the cold internal breath causes his own blood circulation to be suppressed.

Before the sword energy arrived, the viscous body fluid on the surface of the rotten mandrill that was still roaring suddenly condensed into a layer of solid ice. Therefore, the mandrill, which was originally greatly reduced due to the rotten muscles, was even slower, and the movements were slightly slowed down, and the entire mandrill had become a huge ice sculpture.

Crack! Crack! A crack slowly appeared on the ice sculpture. It was indeed a monster with far superior power. Even the ice was still trapped temporarily, but only this little time was enough. The next thing was the Seven Evil Killing Knife.

The blade was extremely sharp, and a slight resistance came from the seven evil spirits in his hand. The dark force that penetrated the entire blade and the inner energy at the peak of the black iron level made the seven evil spirits turn into an omnipotent divine edge. Even the frozen rotten zombie mandrill was just a rotten wooden block under the sharpness of the seven evil spirits.

One sword and two halves! There is no doubt that after the seven evil spirits returned to the sheath and the blade was restrained, the huge body of the rotten mountain mandrill was divided into two from the middle and fell to both sides.

"Is this the difference between the early stage of the Black Iron and the peak?" Zhang Jun said with some melancholy. He didn't expect Fengyun to reach this level in the dream world this time. If it were before, Zhang Jun would never believe that he could walk like the wind, the blade cuts iron like mud, and regards steel and metal as if nothing was missing. While sighing alone, Zhang Jun felt more clearly the difference between himself and the bronze-level strongman. After all, Zhang Jun was just at the peak of the Black Iron-level peak, who could kill the Black Iron-level strongman who could not catch up with a week ago. If that's the case, I'm afraid the gap between the Bronze-level strongman and himself will only be bigger, and will not be much weaker.

"It's really troublesome! Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian did not come out of Lanruo Temple, but this monster came out. Did Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen both be eaten by this guy?" Zhang Jun smiled bitterly and looked at the thing rotten into a piece of rotten meat on the ground. A cold palm gas was emitted from his hands. This was the "Xuan Bing Cold Palm" learned from the Fengyun World. It just melted the ground into a ball of rotten meat. Zhang Jun had to send out a cold palm to seal the rotten meat on the ground. Otherwise, this smell would definitely torture Zhang Jun's olfactory cells.

After solving the problem of this man-eating mangled mandrill entrenched around Lanruo Temple, what is left here is a strange cave and a treasure of gold and silver. At this time, Zhang Jun also entered the cave at the deepest part of the entire mountain belly. This is the deepest part of the entire mandrill old camp. Even Zhang Jun was very curious about what was in the old nest of this rotten zombie mandrill.

Finally, I entered the deepest cave. What was presented to Zhang Jun was not the sea of ​​gold and silver that I had seen, nor was it a dazzling decoration. Instead, a row of neat coffins stood in front of Zhang Jun, allowing a blood-colored pool of water to surround the center of the dark sandalwood coffin. More than a dozen coffins set off this scene in a very strange and terrifying way. It was very similar to the scene in Hong Kong in the 1980s and 1990s. Isn’t there really a zombie in this coffin?

The Seven Evils were unsheathed again, and Zhang Jun held the Seven Evils and leaned inward carefully. This scene was too strange. Zhang Jun did not dare to slack off at all. When he walked closer, he used the light of the Night Pearl as the illumination. The scene was not very clear. More than a dozen huge coffins surrounded a blood pool, and the whole scene was no less than any horror film. There was no broken arm or a skull appearing in the blood pool, which made people shudder.

Zhang Jun just took a look at him and couldn't take his eyes away. The blood pool in front of him seemed to contain a strange power, which made Zhang Jun feel the remaining bloodthirsty thoughts in the Qilin blood stored in his body were ready to move again. Fortunately, he had spent a large amount of dream magic gems to purify the remaining animalistic thoughts in the Qilin blood, and then he improved his own internal strength of the Bing Xin Jue, so that only when one rises and the other goes down, he can successfully suppress his own magic thoughts.

In contrast, since the Qilin blood in his body was activated by this blood pool, that is, there is definitely something extraordinary in this blood pool. Since this is the case, Zhang Jun frowned and walked towards the edge of the blood pool, carefully looking around. When he saw that there was something strange. The twelve coffins around him looked just ordinary sandalwood coffins, but only by looking closely, you will find that the coffin was densely covered with thin vines, although the withered vines were still there.

There was no drop of green, but I found that the ancient vines on the coffin showed a strange blood color, which was trembling like a living thing. With every trembling, a trace of liquid was drawn out into the blood pool. The blood pool was even more terrifying. The ground was covered with various tree roots, and the tree roots of all sizes surrounded the blood pool. Looking closely, a trace of blood color was also revealed in the tree roots, absorbing the blood essence in the blood pool to an unknown place.

The seven evil spirits in his hand gently inserted into the cover of a coffin, and then the blade poured the force. The coffin board weighing dozens of kilograms was easily picked up by Zhang Jun like thin paper. At the same time, the countless tiny vines at the connection between the coffin board and the coffin could not stand the hidden force exerted by Zhang Jun, and suddenly burst, and blood was flowing out of the broken mouth like a living thing.

The moment the coffin board was picked off, Zhang Jun retreated aside, protecting himself with the blade, vigilant against the surrounding environment and movements, so as not to trigger mechanisms. However, Zhang Jun seemed to have thought too much, because he was alert for a long time and there was no situation around him, which made Zhang Jun breathe a sigh of relief.

His eyes looked into the coffin and saw a golden light in the coffin that made Zhang Jun's eyes shine. "So big..." Zhang Jun was stunned and murmured: "So big... So big... Bald!"

Yes, in this coffin, a Buddha statue with golden skin as golden as copper appeared on the coffin. This surprised Zhang Jun, and what surprised Zhang Jun even more was that on this golden man who looked like a Buddha, countless plant roots were rooted on it, like blood vessels, extracting the blood of the Buddha monk. At the same time, on the bald head of the Buddha monk, nine huge rhizomes were directly rooted on the Tianling Cap, and a mixed number of black and green liquid poured into it, making the whole circle of his head fall blue and black.

What's going on? Zhang Jun's heart moved slightly, and then dragged the coffin board back without any trace, trying to cover it again. After all, this was a very strange situation. Before he knew what the situation was, even Zhang Jun himself would not dare to do anything.

But at this moment, the old monk sitting cross-legged in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes like a corpse, and Zhang Jun almost directly used the coffin board in his hand to give the old bald donkey a brick.

"I'm lucky... I'm lucky..." The old monk suddenly burst into an indescribable spirit when he saw Zhang Jun.

"What are you? A monster?" Zhang Jun said vigilantly, protecting the seven evil spirits in his hand, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

"Donor, please leave here quickly..." The old monk did not say anything else, and first clasped his hands to Zhang Jun, then said: "There is a thousand-year-old demon here. I have captured all my monks from Lanruo Temple and those who came to eliminate demons and defend the way, and control us to gather essence and blood for him and purify evil spirits. Although we are not willing to help the evil spirits, we can't help ourselves. Now, if you were not the donor, you can open the coffin seal, you will not be able to escape."

"You said there is an old monster here? What's going on?" Zhang Jun asked in confusion.

"Donor, the old monster here is a thousand-year-old tree that has become a spirit. Originally, the senior monks of my Lanruo Temple built this temple to transform their anger and persuade them to do good. However, this monster was too cunning and pretended to convert to my Buddha, but in the end he did the Jing Ke's affairs, which caused all the senior monks of my Lanruo Temple to be killed. He even detained our souls and set up this evil formation, so that we could not help but provide them with help. Now that the donor liberated us is a great good deed."

The monk was indeed talking a lot. After hearing it, Zhang Jun realized that he seemed to be in big trouble. "Let's go! It's best to leave first!" This thought suddenly appeared in Zhang Jun's mind.

"Donor, please leave now. I am now going to nirvana for the sake of the people of the world, and strive to save our senior brothers. At the same time, we will return to the Western Paradise. At this time, this old demon will definitely find that you must be careful by yourself." The golden old monk said.

"Okay, since that's the case, I wish you a good journey, well... I'll say hello to me if you see the Buddha." After Zhang Jun said that, he walked away without stopping at all. Tree Demon? Or a thousand years old... Tree Demon Grandma? Have you seen Nie Xiaoqian and haven't heard of this boss?

Unfortunately, just as I left, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared from the depths of the cave. Then the entire cave shook the sky and the earth and the rocks fell.

"Grass! Damn bald donkey, you won't wait for me to go far before you die!" Zhang Jun cursed inwardly, then used the Feng Shen's legs to speed out of the cave. But at the same time, not only the cave underground, but also the trees on the entire mountain where Lanruo Temple is located began to shake, as if they were alarmed.
Chapter completed!