I Have A City In An Alternate World



Tang Zhen couldn't figure out the situation. He thought that the flesh vine that had suddenly appeared was something that originally existed in the forest.

Just like the long-haired monster and the giant turtle, they were all residents of this strange forest.

However, the doppelganger knew very well that this thing was not in the forest to begin with. It had suddenly appeared.

Before it appeared, the clone did not notice any signs at all. This situation was too abnormal.

The doppelganger was on alert. The fact that it could hide from his perception was enough to show the seriousness of the problem.

He had thought that it was just an accident, but now it seemed that things were not that simple.

Perhaps, at this very moment, there was a pair of invisible black hands controlling everything from the dark.

After confirming that the main body was not in danger for the time being, the clone immediately began to think and analyze, ready to find out what exactly had happened.

As for the middle-aged cultivator in the forest, he was already frightened by the sudden appearance of the flesh vines. His face was full of bewilderment.

Tang Zhen could not help but curse when he saw this. The appearance of the flesh vines was too unfortunate. Although it had similarly caused harm to the Central Plains cultivator, it had also caused him to become even more vigilant.

According to the middle-aged cultivator's personality, he would not fight the flesh vines head-on. Instead, he would choose to turn around and escape.

It would be difficult to kill him when he was on high alert.

As expected, just as Tang Zhen was about to continue his attack, the middle-aged cultivator suddenly changed his direction and headed straight for the forest in front of him.

"This cunning guy is really a headache!"

Tang Zhen shook his head when he saw this. He was about to withdraw from the control of the vines and continue to intercept and track the middle-aged cultivator.

However, at this moment, the flesh vine on the opposite side suddenly scuttled over like a venomous snake coming out of its hole.

Before Tang Zhen could react, the blood vines had already wrapped around him and ruthlessly twisted together with the vines he was controlling.

It was only then that he realized that the flesh vines were not only covered in spikes, but there were also small holes on the spikes and edges that looked like blades.

After they were mixed together, the vines controlled by Tang Zhen were twisted into pieces, and their juice was quickly absorbed by the flesh vines.

Pain and fear gushed towards Tang Zhen like ocean waves. The vines desperately tried to break free from Tang Zhen's control and avoid being devoured by the flesh vines.

In just the blink of an eye, Tang Zhen's control was stripped away. Following that, the vines directly twisted and broke the entangled branches as they frantically escaped.

Who knew that the flesh vines wouldn't let him go and actually chased after him directly, the grass and leaves flying all the way like a strange Python chasing.

It turned out that the flesh vines did not grow in the soil. Instead, they were like living creatures that could move around on the ground.

The huge root system spread out like a strange octopus, running amok in the forest.

Although the vine that was being controlled by Tang Zhen was rather huge, it was unable to move at all.

This was especially so after it had broken free from Tang Zhen's control. This simple-thinking vine became at a loss. When it saw the flesh vines coming at it, it could only randomly wave its vines and whip in all directions.

However, the flesh vines were fearless. They charged forward and wrapped around the struggling vines.

A series of "ka ka" sounds could be heard as the Emerald green grass juice splattered everywhere. The vine that Tang Zhen had previously controlled was actually forcefully stirred into pieces.

The flesh vine continued to absorb the grass juice, and in a short time, its appearance changed significantly. Some complicated and gorgeous patterns appeared.

It wasn't just its appearance that had changed. It seemed like the Vine's strength had also increased.

Tang Zhen, who had witnessed this scene, had a trace of understanding in his heart. Clearly, this was a kind of evolution method.

By devouring all kinds of creatures, they obtained the opportunity to evolve. The method was simple and crude.

Tang Zhen had a feeling that the flesh vine was demonstrating to him, telling him how to increase his strength in a simple and effective manner.

Although he was a little tempted, Tang Zhen clearly knew that this method was not suitable for him.

He was a human and not a beast, so he would never use such a devouring method to increase his strength. It was too disgusting.

It would be fine if it was only the vines. However, Tang Zhen would not be able to accept it if it were to devour other things, such as some corpses and living things.

After retracting his thoughts, Tang Zhen no longer paid attention to the flesh vines and continued to pursue the middle-aged cultivator.

This guy was really lucky to have escaped from death several times. It was obvious that he wasn't fated to die.

Tang Zhen didn't care about this. He wanted to kill the middle-aged cultivator. No one could save him.

Using the network of plants, Tang Zhen quickly found the middle-aged cultivator's location. However, he discovered that the middle-aged cultivator was fiddling with something similar to a compass.

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At the same time, a large group of men and women appeared on the outskirts of the primeval forest. Many of them were armed with firearms.

Most of this primeval forest belonged to a small, chaotic country, with warlords fighting endlessly.

Carrying light and heavy weapons with him was a common thing, and no one dared to do anything.

Among this group of uninvited guests, there were a few people who had a similar aura to the middle-aged cultivator. They were looking at the primeval forest in front of them with solemn expressions.

After coming here, they accidentally discovered the changes in the forest, and they were both surprised and happy.

Originally, he had only received a request for help and rushed over to help his fellow sect members, but he did not expect to accidentally come across a treasure land.

For cultivators, such an opportunity was like a pie falling from the sky. It was hard to come by.

However, when they tried to enter the forest, they encountered an unexpected situation. The primeval forest that seemed to be in front of them was actually impossible to enter.

After a few attempts, the cultivators could only give up for the time being and retreat to the side to discuss.

They had already confirmed that there was a natural formation on the outer perimeter of the primeval forest. If they were to charge in directly, it would be impossible to enter.

If one wanted to enter the forest, they either knew how to break the formation or had someone to receive them from the inside.

It wasn't an easy task to crack an array. Cultivators who truly understood array techniques basically had a systematic inheritance.

In a cultivation dimension, such cultivators were not rare. However, in this world, such cultivators almost did not exist.

Therefore, the first method would not work, and no one would try it easily. It was equivalent to playing with their lives.

In this case, they could only use the second method, which was to ask their companions inside the forest to help guide the way.

One didn't need to be very capable. One only needed to guide their blind companions who were running around in the forest to lead them in.

Because he was inside the forest, he could see the real scene outside, but what he saw outside was all an illusion.

After a discussion, the cultivators immediately took out a communication compass and contacted the middle-aged cultivator in the forest.

The middle-aged cultivator was slightly happy to see his fellow disciples. He had been thinking about how to monopolize this treasured land, but he did not expect an opportunity to come.

If he didn't let them in, this treasure land would belong to him. Even if his fellow disciples found a way to enter the forest, he would have already reaped enough benefits.

Looking at the information displayed on the compass, the middle-aged cultivator sneered and prepared to pretend that he didn't see it.

At this moment, he heard a soft sound coming from the nearby grass, as if something was approaching quickly.

The middle-aged cultivator's expression changed. He seemed to have thought of something and he seemed to be struggling.

He quickly made up his mind. He reached out and moved the compass a few times, then quickly ran towards the edge of the forest.