Chapter 2785 - 68: No Talking, No Moving (2)

Why does Yu Xin have an extraordinary status among the clan, why is he called "Little Yu Zhen"? It is precisely because of his beautiful wings, resembling the legendary demon mark of the Shenxiao Ancestor.

The silver wings spread, electric light encircling the body, the brilliance of this moment almost lit up the dark forest path.

"This place is not suitable for a long stay." Yu Xin said seriously as he walked through the forest amidst the dazzling electric light: "Brother Xiong, we must leave quickly."

Xiong Sansi silently chased after him, walking briskly,

The little Yu Zhen with spread silver wings, arriving at the Land of Shenxiao, it felt as if he had returned to his hometown, flying high with confidence, talking freely: "There are six paths in the forest, and the difficulty should be the same. The danger of any path is limited. Now that the danger has gathered in this part, the front will be much safer, as long as we quickly cross... ah! Brother Xiong save me!!!"

At the moment when Yu Xin carried electricity through the air, the trees on both sides suddenly shook. In the rustling sound, yellow leaves densely fell.

In the midst of everything, there is a kind of unsatisfied emotion.

Living beings are not willing to die, and the plants in autumn are not willing to wither.

Thus, a terrifying force took place.

Death is the greatest terror, and the force that fights against death is the most intense instinct. Such power was born in the Land of Shenxiao, and the originally withered fallen leaves, at its edges, unexpectedly shone with a ghastly white sharpness.

Fluttering leaves became hardened steel.

In an instant, the flying leaves turned into blades, cutting intricate trajectories, slicing through the air, carrying the sound of sharp whistling.

What lay across from Yu Xin was tens of thousands of densely packed flying leaf knives. Each presented a form, each showing a murderous intent.

The dignified little Yu Zhen of Mo Yun City, if not silent, once he sounded, trouble arose. If not moving, once his silver wings moved, his body was already within the encirclement of blades!

The threat of death loomed again.

Yu Xin was shocked and pale, the electric light around him swirling, and in his palm, he flipped out a bright silver spear, dots of spear light dancing, leaving no gap around him. However, with each hit he took a step back, under the successive collisions of those flying leaf knives, he was pinned to the ground step by step.

Fortunately, Xiong Sansi had arrived, and demon aura filled the forest. Blocked in front of Yu Xin, forming a grand and towering silhouette.

As the black robe swirled, the long and sharp knife in his palm emitted a solemn sharp sound.

With each sound, the flying leaf knives that covered the surroundings were cleared away in large patches.

It was clearly the sound of the knife, yet it whistled into a Buddhist chant.

Subduing all evils, making the wicked not dare to approach.

He said—

"So! You! Have! No! Enlightenment! Can! Subdue! Mountain! Sea!"

If Yang Yuruo was here, he could recognize this as the mysterious mantra of Ancient Nan Mountain. This was the seventh mantra of the eight mysterious mantra sentences for subduing the Outsider Path.

Even Xiong Sansi did not know where he learned it from, using the mantra into knife, slashing out such a terrifying power.

After the knife whistled eight times, it was empty around Yu Xin. The "danger" was eliminated, the possibility of being dismembered was wiped out in advance.

He was still in shock, looking left and right, feeling that nowhere was safe, everywhere was dangerous. This broken road, stopping was not an option, going too fast was not feasible, moving slowly was a trap at every step, and he still had to worry about the inheritance being snatched by other teams first.

How could the dignified little Yu Zhen be so distressed in his own hometown?

What did the Human Race say? When The Heavens are about to entrust a person with a great mission, it must first tire what, then what comes after suffering... How could it not sweeten after the bitterness!

Yu Xin had a sudden inspiration, flapping his wings upward: "Brother Xiong, let’s go from the sky!"

Xiong Sansi couldn’t stop him, so he followed with his head down.

The two demons were not far from the forest, flying rapidly ahead, high above was the sky, below was the forest. Looking around, the vision was already very expansive, but they couldn’t see other roads, nor the end of the forest sea.

Only when looking down could they see the winding road they had painstakingly traveled. But they already didn’t know where it started, nor could they see where it ended. However, flying over this obscure path from above, they were not worried about getting lost.

"I figured it out! Shenxiao, Shenxiao. Shouldn’t the inheritance of Yu Zhen Ancestor be taken from the sky?" Yu Xin spread his wings, tracing a beautiful trajectory in the air, feeling much freer than the cautious Xiong Sansi.

In the expansive and boundless sky, feeling a long-lost freedom, his tone was also relaxed: "In the sky, there are no trees, no leaves, the vines can’t climb up, there shouldn’t be any ghostly things..."

"Huh." He frowned: "Why is there straw falling from the sky?"

Xiong Sansi looked up solemnly, seeing strands of withered yellow straw, suddenly appearing in the high sky, fluttering down. This situation was quite bizarre, how could there be straw in the high sky? Where did it come from?

Yu Xin’s tone also became cautious, pondering: "Could these straws turn into monsters?"

The words hadn’t even finished.

Those strands of withered yellow straw suddenly began weaving. It was as if an invisible hand was manipulating them, weaving some sort of life that did not belong in this world...

It was called life because there was vitality emerging in the process of straw weaving.

Why was it not of this world?

Because during the straw weaving, there was a piercing ghostly wail in the air. Divine sorrow and ghostly weeping, not allowed by the world.

The ghostly wail that appeared out of nowhere brought a sense of ferocity, but it also seemed to give birth to something.

One by one, sinister scarecrows appeared.

They were scarecrows, not straw demons, because they had human aura, not demon aura.

"Do not eat my grain kernels, tell those evil birds not to come near.

Scarecrow, scarecrow.