Grandpa is such a bird

The poisonous scorpion waved its pincers, raised its tail needle, and rushed towards them like a flood.

For this group of old friends, it is no surprise that Lian Pressing Song has gathered internal strength in his palms and is ready to swing out at any time.

"Wait, don't do it."

Lingjiang is at the end of the team.

Double-click the song: "Huh?"

Ling Jiang stared at the approaching Xie Chao, and suddenly said: "Stand by the wall, don't talk, don't move, hurry up!"

Everyone didn't know why, but without hesitation, they all stood up against the wall obediently, and the moment they just stood up, the scorpion swarmed to their feet.

However, those scorpions passed them as if they were fleeing for their lives, and didn't seem to see them. Even if one or two tried to stop and attack them, they were quickly pushed and trampled away by the scorpions behind.

Press the song silently to ask Lingjiang what's going on.

Ling Jiang calmly turned his back on Yin Chenglan, raised his chin, and asked him to look behind the scorpions.

Turning around according to the song, I saw a large wave of scorpions fleeing forward desperately, while the scorpions that fell behind were rolling behind in an inexplicable posture.

They suddenly jumped up on their bellies, and when they were half an inch above the ground, the hard shell on their chest and abdomen made a crisp cracking sound, and then sank heavily, bleeding a little black blood, and they died in the blink of an eye.

The dead scorpions laid out a fragmented carpet behind him, and something hissed and swam over it, leaving several terrifying traces in the scorpion shells all over the floor.

"Is it... an invisible snake?"

Lian rubbed his eyes according to the song, and saw the power of that kind of ice snake in the sea of ​​blood and corpses of the scorpion. It really was invisible, and it didn't even have a color.

Except for Lingjiang, everyone watched in horror as the scorpions at their feet burst one after another. The winding scratches on the ground chased the scorpions away, and one of them swam past the back of a warrior. Shaking off, Yin Chenglan on Lingjiang reached out and pressed his shoulders, suppressing his movements, so that the ice snake was not disturbed.

After the scorpions and snakes had gone far away, the few people who stood stiffly against the wall breathed a sigh of relief, grinned at the song, and said, "It's really scary, I can't see it at all."

Ling Jiang ignored him, but strode towards the direction the scorpions came from. After walking for a long time, he suddenly turned to the right and entered.

A step suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

This is an extremely spacious staircase that extends downwards. It seems that there are thousands of steps. Lingjiang stood on the first step and when he looked down, he couldn't see how deep the steps were or where they led.

Each step is chiseled on the light blue ice, the ice cubes have a clear luster, crystal clear, covered with light mist, these steps are like natural jade, exuding eternal and dazzling brilliance.

"It's like being in a fairyland." Yin Chenglan said.

Immediately after, Lian Presse squatted on the ground in shock and touched these steps, and thought wonderfully: "The heavenly palace in the sky is the cloud steps, all the way up to the throne of the gods, Pan Qi proclaimed himself the god of the earth, these steps are Going all the way down...well, this shouldn't be the place where he ascended the throne, right?"

"It's not impossible." Ling Jiang said, supporting Yin Chenglan with both hands, frowning, and said, "Let's go down and have a look."

Yin Chenglan held him down: "Wait, there may be a snake's nest down there."

Ling Jiang casually hummed, and glanced at these steps. He saw several scorpion limbs and broken tails, so he put Yin Chenglan down, turned around and squatted on the next step, and said, "You are right, you guys Wait for me here, I'll go down and have a look."

Yin Chenglan grabbed his hand: "Turn into the original form and go."

Ling Jiang glanced at the people behind him, Yin Chenglan said: "Let me explain." Then he immediately turned his head and said: "Mother, Ling Jiang and I have something to hide from you."

Yin Qingyi asked him with his eyes, and Yin Chenglan let go of Lingjiang's hand and gave him an order to fly.

Now that Yin Chenglan has decided to confess, Ling Jiang didn't say much. In response to his order, he stood on the steps and jumped down. The moment he jumped up, he turned into a light yellow bird, spreading his wings and hovering over their heads for a circle. After that, he flew down along the endless steps leading to the underground.

Yin Qingyi was taken aback, her beautiful eyes widened, and the people around her were also shocked, and she couldn't help but took a step back, Yin Chenglan said: "This is what I want to say, Lingjiang is not a human, but a bird, send you The ribbons he made by tearing off his own wings."

Lingjiang gliding all the way close to the steps. Thousands of steps shine brightly in his eyes, which is too beautiful to behold. His wings fan the air and bring up the light white mist from the cold ice to roll over the light blue crystal steps. , A familiar strangeness suddenly rose in his heart - he seemed to have been here before, walked and flew over these steps countless times.

This familiar feeling surfaced from the depths of his soul, just like when he saw the world through the shell, he understood human nature.Listen to people speak, understand people's words.After a few years, it is his nature to know that he can transform into a human being, and it is also his nature to remember this underground palace.

Lingjiang speeded up his flight thoughtfully, and after about half an hour, he finally saw the end of the steps.

There was nothing at the end of the steps, only a tight and huge ice wall stopped abruptly to block the spread of the steps.

In the corner of the ice wall and the steps, there was a person crouching there.

Ling Jiang turned into a human being, walked over, and saw that the man had only one head, and under his body were countless bright red scorpions entangled together.

The head slowly opened its eyes.

Ling Jiang took out his black iron plum blossom hammer, pressed it against the head, and said indifferently: "It was my fault that I didn't kill you at that time."

Old man Guigu opened his eyes, and looked at him blankly with cloudy eyes. Blood flowed slowly from the corners of his eyes, mouth and nose. The lonely old man is not without a body.

There was a lump of wrinkled flesh under his head, and two slender and twisted arms and legs could be vaguely seen on the flesh, but they were all glued to the flesh and were useless.

Ling Jiang knew why when he attacked his shoulders and arms, his limbs turned into scorpions and flowed out. His extra human-like limbs were originally composed of scorpions.

As for why he was still alive, it was because the lump of flesh was throbbing and undulating, just like a human heartbeat.

Lingjiang thought in his heart, when he saw Ji Yushan another day, he would tell him that was the case.

Only now did Old Man Guigu seem to recognize him, his cloudy eyes suddenly shrank, and he stared fixedly at Lingjiang's face. Crazy on fire, he hissed, "I know, I know what you are now, hahahaha, it turned out to be you, it turned out to be you, it turned out to be you..."

Lingjiang said, "It's me."

Then put the plum blossom hammer on the old man Guigu's head, and pressed it down hard. There was a muffled sound of bones shattering and cracking under the plum blossom hammer. Not knowing who you are-"

Ling Jiang paused, raised the hammer and smashed the old man Guigu's head. He stood up indifferently and said, "It has nothing to do with you."

"But it has something to do with Yin Chenglan." The huge ice wall said a word.

Ling Jiang frowned, and heard Bing Qiang muffled: "You killed him? It's too reckless. If I wasn't here, Yin Chenglan would have been killed by you."

Only then did he realize that it was Yan Chu's voice, which came weakly from the other side of the ice wall.

Lingjiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Yan Xiaobailian, you are not dead yet."

Yan Chu seemed to be smiling at the other end, his breath was very weak, but somehow there was an excitement that could not be concealed, accompanied by the sound of rushing water in the wall, he said: "Lingjiang, Lingjiang, Lingjiang..."

Ling Jiang looked at the wall coldly: "Don't call me, I didn't call for you."

Yan Chu sneered, his laughter was somewhat similar to Guigu old man, he said: "If you can come in here, all the secrets of the world will be revealed before your eyes."

Ling Jiang frowned: "What's inside?"

Yan Chu said: "A...a human world that has been buried underground for a long time."

Two hours later, Ling Jiang brought Yin Chenglan and others to the bottom of the huge ice wall.

Lian Pressing the song saw the corpse of the lonely old man whose brains and blood flowed all over the floor, he let out an 'ahhh' and hid on the other side of the wall.

As soon as he got close to the wall, he yelled louder again, and said, "I seem to hear the sound of water." He put his ear completely against the ice wall: "There is also the sound of wind, human voice!"

Bing Bili mocked lightly: "...Although this is the world, there are no people."

Press the song repeatedly and ask, "Then what are you?"

Yan Chu didn't want to talk to him anymore, and felt that looking at the scene in front of him, talking to the idiot outside the wall would be a waste.

Lingjiang put Yin Chenglan in a clean place and said, "Yan Chu is inside, we have to go in."

However, half an hour later, they did not find any way to enter. The ice wall stood tightly at the end of the steps, not even a ray of light could penetrate.

Lian Press sang: "Since you can hear the sound inside, it means that the wall may not be very thick, just smash it open."

Without waiting for others to come back, Yan Chu in the wall said: "If you smash this place, the world will be in chaos."

Lian Press sang: "What the hell are you talking about? Yan Xiaobailian, how did you get in?"

Yan Chu didn't answer him, but asked meaningfully: "Lingjiang, can you really not remember how to get in here?"

Ling Jiang's curly eyelashes trembled, and his eyes lowered. The gauze on his forehead faintly leaked blood, which glaringly reflected his pale face.

He squatted in front of Yin Chenglan, looking at him quietly, his eyes were like a well of ancient water, deep and dark: "I feel like I know how to get in."

Yin Chenglan curled his lips and looked back at him: "We won't go in."

Ling Jiang pressed his hand, his eye feathers trembled, and smiled wryly: "I just have a feeling."

Yin Chenglan asked: "How does it feel?"

Ling Jiang looked at him, and said slowly: "I feel timid when I'm close to the hometown."