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 a trap, and his whole body fell into it, and finally his entire calf was buried by rotting dead leaves. Even the rotten dead leaves are piled up so thickly that God knows how long this place has not been approached by human monks, birds, beasts, insects and fish.

After stepping on this foot, Liu Zhengyang instantly smelled the obvious rancid smell in the air.

Moreover, the branches and leaves above his head are really too dense, even with Liu Zhengyang's eyesight, he can't see the blue sky and white clouds through the dense branches and leaves.

Liu Zhengyang observed the surrounding environment, and then slowly walked towards the depths of the forest, while saying to himself: "If this place is used for adventure, there will definitely be many people interested, and it will definitely make a lot of money. The people in Danhui had no business acumen to keep it undeveloped before."

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

The rotting leaves turned into mud and stood on his trousers.

It just looks disgusting.

However, now Liu Zhengyang has no 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 still 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 come to the Netherland.

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

But……

Liu Zhengyang looked back at the rotten and dead leaves area, and then looked at the Shura Hell in front of him, and couldn't help but be confused.

Since this place hasn't been in for a long time, what's up with all these bloodstains?

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 stomach full of doubts, Liu Zhengyang slowly walked towards the corpses lying on the ground, preparing to observe their condition first.

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

When he walked to the nearest corpse, Liu Zhengyang only observed a little, and already saw that the other party was pierced in the head and died. It's a pity that even Liu Zhengyang couldn't judge the opponent's strength just based on the corpse because his strength had dissipated.

Naturally, it is impossible to judge whether the danger he encounters can threaten him.

However, Liu Zhengyang also noticed a detail.

That is, the clothing on this corpse is very old.

It looks and feels similar to the clothes that Liu Zhengyang saw on Zhong Qinglei when he first met Zhong Qinglei.

You must know that even in the cultivation world, the cultivator's dress will often change.

I don't know how many times it has changed over the centuries.

But the clothes on this corpse were similar to those worn by Zhong Qinglei when he was secluded in the Lake of Death!

So what age was the corpse?

Why did a monk so long ago not rot or even dry up for so many years after his death?

This is too abnormal, isn't it?

"Wait! If this guy hasn't changed for so many years after his death, then based on his physical strength, it should be possible to roughly judge his strength, right?" A thought suddenly flashed in Liu Zhengyang's mind.