I Have A City In An Alternate World



At the edge of the forest, the middle-aged cultivator was looking around vigilantly.

Although this place was quiet, it was not safe.

He had a feeling that there was a pair of eyes peeking in the dark, like a poisonous snake that could launch a sneak attack at any time.

For example, the flesh vine caught the middle-aged cultivator off guard and he did not dare to fight it head-on.

The wound on his back had already festered and turned black.

It was obvious that the flesh vines were highly toxic. If an ordinary person were to be injured by them, they might have already lost their life.

After the middle-aged cultivator realized that something was wrong, he immediately sealed the flesh around the wound to prevent the poison from flowing through the blood.

Although the deterioration of the injury was temporarily stopped, it was only a temporary solution. He needed someone to help treat the wound and remove the poisoned flesh.

Otherwise, it would not take long for the flesh on his back to be completely necrotic. Even the middle-aged cultivator would not be able to bear such a serious injury.

After all, he was not a God who had the ability to resurrect the dead or an energy body, so he was not afraid of ordinary physical damage.

This was also one of the reasons why the middle-aged cultivator allowed his fellow disciples to enter the forest. Under such circumstances, only his senior and junior brothers could help him deal with the wound.

In addition, the strange blood and flesh vine and the feeling of being watched everywhere made the middle-aged cultivator nervous. He didn't dare to take any more risks.

No matter how good the things were, one had to be alive to enjoy them. Otherwise, it would all be for naught.

He was currently in the path to the primordial forest, but with the sudden explosion of World Energy, the path had been completely sealed off by plants.

The wild grass was growing too fast, and its height was comparable to a small tree. It was impossible to walk in the forest normally.

The middle-aged cultivator had no choice but to climb up a big tree again. He tried to widen his field of vision so that he could guide his fellow disciples.

Fortunately, the wild grass was only growing in a fixed area, and everything was normal in other places. This made the middle-aged cultivator heave a sigh of relief.

Controlling the communication compass in his hand, the middle-aged cultivator sent a set of information to the cultivator in the short-coat, marking his location.

With the accurate coordinates, the middle-aged cultivator could guide and guide the outsiders into the forest.

Being in the forest, the middle-aged cultivator didn't know how powerful the illusory formation was, but he knew the strength of the cultivator in the short-coat very well.

If even they were helpless, it was clear that this strange primordial forest was not as simple as they had imagined.

Tang Zhen's face flashed in his mind. The middle-aged cultivator even suspected that all of this was related to Tang Zhen.

Otherwise, how could an ordinary forest suddenly have a Gem Mine containing earth and heaven energy? and there were so many terrifying monsters?

The middle-aged cultivator was even more certain of this point when he thought of Tang Zhen's sneak attack on him and the scene where he used a dagger to destroy his magic tool.

How could an ordinary person have such means and such terrifying strength to be able to use a bamboo spear to shoot through a human body and a tree trunk?

Fortunately, the middle-aged cultivator was certain that Tang Zhen didn't know any spell techniques. Otherwise, he would definitely use a cultivator's technique to attack when the two of them were fighting.

As long as he didn't understand the means of a cultivator, he wasn't a threat. The middle-aged cultivator believed that Tang Zhen wasn't a match for him with his own strength.

To cultivators, mortals were like ants. Tang Zhen was merely one of the stronger ones.

Just as he was pondering, he saw a large group of people appear at the edge of the forest. They were the middle-aged cultivator's fellow disciples.

As they advanced, their faces were filled with vigilance, as if they were walking in a minefield.

From the middle-aged cultivator's point of view, this seemed very ridiculous, but only the person involved knew how dangerous his situation was.

What they saw was completely different from what the middle-aged cultivator saw. What was originally empty was now dense with trees.

Although it was only an illusion, it couldn't just charge around. Otherwise, the invisible energy turbulence could easily take people's lives.

In addition, when they were running around, they would be involuntarily guided by the world Energy. They would think that they were walking in one direction, but in reality, they would be spinning in circles on the same spot.

At the same time, in the process of advancing, it was extremely easy to suffer all kinds of injuries, and even if his companions came to save him, it would be too late.

From the middle-aged cultivator's point of view, he could see some hidden dangers. For example, there were poisonous snakes hiding in the grass next to the team.

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

Just as they were fumbling forward, a venomous snake hidden in the grass suddenly bit the calf of one of the mercenaries.

After biting the target, the venomous snake quickly retracted. The whole process was as fast as lightning, and no one could react at all.

The mercenary who was bitten screamed and looked down to check his injury. The whole team stopped.

"What's going on? why are you shouting?"

When the old woman noticed that the group had stopped, she immediately turned around and glared at them, asking in a cold voice.

"I was bitten. Looking at the wound, it should be a poisonous snake!"

As the mercenary spoke, he quickly tied a rope around his leg and cut open the area where he was bitten.

It was only now that everyone realized that in a short time, the area around his bite wound had turned black.

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

During the process of treating the wound, the mercenary didn't feel any pain because the wound was completely numb.

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

The military doctor in the team had a serious expression. He quickly took out the anti-snake venom serum and injected it into the injured mercenary.

"I'm fine, right?"

The injured mercenary asked, but he didn't notice that his companion's eyes were getting heavier.

In just a short time, his face had turned black and blue, and his eyes had become dull and lifeless.

"I can't save him, Yingluo."

The military doctor shook his head and stood up from the ground. The snake's poison was too powerful, and there was no way to save it.

Sure enough, after he got up, the mercenary twitched a few times and then stopped breathing.

"Be on high alert. If you get bitten by a poisonous snake again, even the gods can't save you."

The old woman continued to speak in a cold voice. She didn't even look at the dead mercenary and turned around to continue moving forward.

The rest of the cultivators also looked indifferent, not taking this matter to heart.

leave the corpse here and let's move on. Remember to be careful of your steps and don't get bitten by the poisonous snakes again!

The leader of the mercenaries said. Then, he called everyone to follow the team and continued to move forward.

What they didn't know was that the middle-aged cultivator, who had been watching from a distance, had his eyes wide open and his face was filled with fear.

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

His eyes were pitch-black, and there was not a trace of life in his body. After getting up, he did not hesitate and strode toward the team in front of him.

As if it felt the middle-aged cultivator's gaze, The Walking corpse turned its head and looked at him. The corners of its mouth curled into an extremely strange smile.