Liu Zhengyang slowly walked into the forest and stepped on the dead leaves on the ground.

Then, Liu Zhengyang seriously suspected that he had stepped on the trap and fell into it. In the end, his entire calf was buried by rotten dead leaves. Even the rotten dead leaves were piled up so thick that God knows how long it has been since human monks and birds, beasts, insects and fish approached this place.

After stepping on this foot, Liu Zhengyang instantly smelled a distinct stench in the air.

Moreover, the branches and leaves on his head were really too dense. Even with Liu Zhengyang's eyes, he could not see the blue sky and white clouds through the dense branches and leaves.

Liu Zhengyang observed the surrounding environment, and then walked slowly towards the depths of the forest, while saying to himself: "If this place is used for adventure, there will definitely be many people who will be interested and will definitely make a lot of money. People from the Danhui Association used to keep it and don't develop it, they really didn't have a business acumen."

After walking towards the depths of the forest for half an hour, Liu Zhengyang's calves had turned gray-black.

The rotten dead leaves turned into mud and stood on his pants.

Just looking disgusting.

However, Liu Zhengyang no longer has the mood or energy to care about these small details.

Because after he walked into the core area of ​​the forest, he suddenly saw a strong smell of blood coming from the front, and there were many corpses of monks on the ground, and the dazzling blood completely dyed the ground red. For a moment, Liu Zhengyang suspected that he had arrived in the underworld.

Compared with the environment here, the rotten dead leaves outside are not worth mentioning at all!

But……

Liu Zhengyang looked back at the rotten dead leaf areas, and then at the Shura hell ahead, and couldn't help but get confused.

Since no one has been in this place for a long time, what's going on with these blood stains?

After so long, shouldn't the blood have dried up long ago?

There shouldn't be such a strong smell of blood in the air, right?

With a lot of questions, Liu Zhengyang slowly walked towards the corpses lying on the ground, preparing to observe their situation first.

Of course, in order to ensure safety, he has protected himself with a gray light film.

After walking to the corpse closest to him, Liu Zhengyang observed it for a little while and could see that the other party had died of his head. Unfortunately, because his strength was dissipated, even Liu Zhengyang could not judge the other party's strength during his lifetime based on the corpse alone.

Naturally, it is impossible to tell whether the danger he encountered could threaten him.

However, Liu Zhengyang also noticed a detail.

That is, the costumes on this corpse are already very old.

The look of the same clothes that Liu Zhengyang saw on Zhong Qinglei when he first met Zhong Qinglei.

You should know that even in the world of cultivation, the dress of monks will change frequently.

I don’t know how many times it has changed over the past thousands of years.

But the clothes worn by this corpse were almost the same as those worn by Zhong Qinglei when he lived in seclusion in Jueming Lake!

So what era was this corpse from when it was?

Why did a monk who had such a long time not rotten for so many years after his death, and even his blood did not dry up?

Is this too abnormal?
Chapter completed!