Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 200: 3 soldiers divided into three roads, showing signs

Sighing a little, Zhang Fan no longer thinks much, straight forward, toes toe, and points on the drugman's body.

When the toes touched the corpse, a flash of red light flashed over, and the incomplete clothing on the corpse suddenly shattered and fluttered. It was only due to the presence of Wan Qing, leaving him a rag to cover the body.

As the clothes collapsed and flew out, there was black-brown blood stained on the corpse, mucus inside the snake, etc., the whole corpse seemed clean and chubby at this time" Biruo took a big bath.

This is the case. Some things are still left on the body. It was not very clear when it was dirty and pregnant. Looking at this time, it clearly understood that it immediately attracted them: human eyes.

Wanqing is also Foundation Establishment cultivator after all. After a little discomfort, it has been relieved. I endured nausea and took a look with Zhang Fan.

"Yun is"

On the corpse, dense black streaks are scattered all over. These stripes are extremely slender. If they are single, they are extremely easy to ignore. When they are connected together, they are like a large purple net. As if tightening a little bit more, the whole body can be divided into countless pieces.

Words such as "erosion mutation" instantly appeared in the minds of the three people. The medicine people in front of them were obviously infected with something like the previous strange rabbits and serpents. Only then became this look.

"We just checked it, and the latest spirit medicine residues in the soil are more than 500 years old." After looking at the body, Wan Qing said suddenly.

I already knew that she was checking the soil before, and she didn’t want to be able to distinguish the spirit medicine residue and age from the soil. Such a skill must not be immersed for many years. Zhang Fan frowned, secretly, and asked Xinfeng's doubts.

"That is, it has been eroded by a special breath for five hundred years?"

"How could these people live to the present?"

"People are different from spirit grass."

Wan Qing shook his head, picked a purple rhythm and put it on his hand, and said quietly: "spirit grass is much more sensitive than people, especially this kind of purple rhythm."

"Not to mention that although they have absorbed a large amount of some unknown atmosphere and have grown, making other spirit grass extinct, it is considered a good thing."

After listening, Zhang Fan pondered a bit and agreed with her.

Human sensitivity can’t be compared with spirit grass, plus the large amount of adsorption of these purple rhythms, in fact, they are quite clean or blocking, until the breath is so rich that the number of purple rhythms is absorbed Endless, before it affects people and animals.

Not to mention that it erodes the human body. Nor can it be effective in a short period of time, or put the human body in a very dark place, nor can it immediately become a zombie.

After understanding this point, Zhang Fan no longer pays attention to this matter, and instead looks for other clues on the body. After arriving here, the fog is bursting, and now it is difficult to have a living specimen-like thing, naturally not Will easily let go.

Although there is no research on the examination of the corpse, but at a glance, you can still see a lot of things

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The face of this person is distorted, his eyes burst, his teeth are still covered with raw shredded meat, his hands and feet are red, his nails are as long as hooks, and the inside is full of blood and flesh. Muddy things look like wild beasts on the ground with bare hands.

Abrasions are all over the body, but they are not fatal. Not to mention that he died under a snake kiss, but what really killed him was a sharp blade between the chest and abdomen. Such a method could not be done by human beings. In other words, in addition to this person, there are definitely people who survive, and the tenth person has not mutated. The mind is still sober.

The key now is to find this person. Perhaps he knows more about this place, and saves them from headless flies looking wildly here.

Thinking for a while, Zhang Fan spoke up the observations, and then proposed: "The late Qing girl, old wine, here there's no is dangerous. It is so great, I think the three of us are still quicker to dial the line separately. "

Wanqing hesitated for a moment, or nodded his head in agreement, let alone a glass of wine, not to mention that he wished he could leave here early and go back to soak directly in the wine jar, naturally no opinion.

After the communication is completed, Zhang Fan will leave. But he was stopped by Wan Qing again. Under the eyes of his doubtful eyes, Wan Qing took out two emerald green jade pendants from cosmos bag, handed him and a glass of wine, and said at the same time:

"This is a jade symbol of sound transmission, if there is anything. Or anything unexpected, you can use it

"Chuanyin Yufu?"

Different from a glass of wine, it doesn’t matter how lazy to look at it. Zhang Fan has fun to play with. It looks like a real leaf with a clear vein, and the spirit qi fluctuates. Can not help secretly wondering.

As soon as he started, he now found that this thing is completely different from the ordinary phonetic symbols. It is similar to the strange voice transmission method of the late Qing in the Ling Cui Garden, and has a unique secret.

I didn’t do my best, but when I touched it a little, I felt that the endless purple rhythm around me shuddered a little, as if echoing what

"Through the plant?"

Zhang Fan was suspicious, but did not ask for an exit. This is already equivalent to their secret technique. The root cause is taboo.

The contact information was set, and the three of them no longer delayed, and left separately. The difference is that the glass of wine was moving in a direction parallel to Wan Qing. The real divergence of not at all was obviously worried about her safety.

At this time, Zhang Fan has also seen it. This glass of wine is probably not the ordinary one on the surface, and the true identity may not be the first class of the outer sect disciples mentioned by the late guess.

It’s no surprise that, like Numerous Treasures Pavilion in Xiang Ming, Zhang Fan had many times felt like someone peeping in the dark, but his cultivation base was still shallow. Can't grasp clearly!

After a glass of wine and Wan Qing left. Zhang Fan stayed in place for a moment, then glanced at the snakes and rabbits in the distance, and pondered. He turned and walked in the opposite direction.

The corpse in the snake’s belly has been rotten, and it is a type of erosion and mutation that has lost its sanity. It can’t be seen from the common sense. And live.

Although this monster snake is like a plaything in the hand of a glass of wine, if its real combat power is placed in the world, at least four or five large worms cannot be close, how can a mortal be in its sphere of influence Foothold within?

As for what cultivator was born in such a small place, he himself did not believe it. Without resources, no one can fix any results.

Zhang Fan and not at all flew in the air like a glass of wine and evening fine, but the body moved and instantly entered the purple rhythm flower field. A sound of "Wrapped Cuicui" sounded, and if seen from a height, the flower field would be seen rolling for a while. The purple wave appeared like a long winding road.

Even when walking on the ground, Zhang Fan's degree is still fast, and his eyes are patrolling from side to side. If his feet are not on the ground, it seems that he is walking across the ground and is slightly distracted.

In this way, he made a few advances, and he became more and more sure that his thoughts were correct. Even if he couldn't find the traces of the medicine people here, there must be other gains.

The skill and Zhang Fan are not right now. As he moves forward, the purple rhythm around him grows denser and taller. His shoulders, which he had only reached at the beginning, have now changed. He was buried deeply.

It can be seen that the further you go in this direction, the closer you are to the source of that weird breath, otherwise this situation will not happen.

With this, Zhang Fan is anxious to know the truth. The pace of moving forward is getting faster and faster, ordinary people think. It can only be seen that Tao Dao's afterimage flashes.

Foot a bit, Zhang Fan toes point to the ground. The clouds are flowing, and they float back a long distance without any fireworks.

After removing his inertia, he glanced over the ground in front of him, then raised his eyebrows, squatted down, and stretched take action slightly on it.

The sound of "boom" seems complete and solid. No abnormal ground collapsed in vain. A small trap was revealed.

This trap is quite elaborate, but it’s nothing more than an old hunter who has been in the mountains forever.

Experiences like this now, Zhang Fan has met many times in the previous journey, and began to study fashion. Later, I became accustomed to not pay much attention, only to know that he did not choose the wrong path, and there were people living nearby.

The few before they arrived were different, which aroused his interest again.

The traps in the front are some years old, and the digging is both wide and deep, and it is difficult for the large beasts like the tiger to get trapped in it. The latter ones are different, and they are dug more narrowly. The slightly larger beast can come out with a leap, and the traces on the walls of the trap can be seen on every catty. The shovel marks are very light and shallow, as if the digging person has insufficient power.

Digging this kind of trap is heavy physical work~IndoMTL.com~ How can people with insufficient strength do it under normal circumstances?

Zhang Fan sees this, and knows the answer is not far ahead.

Sure enough, just a few hundred feet away from the trap he finally showed, a lot of footprints suddenly appeared on the ground, like a clear road sign, pointing him in the direction.

The footprints are shallow at the heel and deep at the sole. At the end, there are occasional marks, marks, caused by the long curved nails, among these footprints. There are vaguely traces of palms. The tip of the finger is often directly five holes, the sharpness and strength can be seen.

The imprints are numerous and messy. It is obviously impossible for one person to do it. Why are they concentrated here?

The Zhang Fan is suspicious, and it seems that these traces have not passed for a long time. I dare not delay, and quickly speeded up and followed the footprints.

The distance beyond one hundred feet is no longer visible, and the house is hidden in the distance.

ps: Two minutes after the next chapter, don’t walk away from the old exchange (to be continued)