There are more than 30,000 monks in this ancient jungle. Now there are only a few thousand people left. Almost all of them are buried in this jungle!

If we can really get out of this jungle, how many people will live if there are thousands left?
……
Hundreds of miles away from the ruins of Taikoo, a huge dark crow flashed its wings and galloped towards this place.
The dark crow was still sitting with a middle-aged man in a bloody robe.
These two are the Blood Crow King and the Lord of the Blood Crow Palace!
"Huh?"
The Lord of Blood Crow Palace has just finished casting the tracing occult technique and gradually frowned and his eyes flashed.
"What’s the matter with the master? Is this Sumo hiding in the Jishui River again? " Blood crow king asked.
"no"
The Lord of the Blood Crow Palace looked gloomy, frowned and gritted his teeth. "This is going into that area!"
"Ah?"
Blood crow king didn’t understand one leng.
A moment later, the blood crow king suddenly flashed a touch of fear in his eyes and asked tentatively, "Which area is it?"
"Well" blood crow palace Lord nodded his head.
The blood crow king analyzed that "this purpose should be to lead the master there, and the master must not be there."
After a blood crow king added, "Besides, what place is there? Even Yuan Ying’s true gentleman has not been able to return to the virtual Taoist, and he will die if he goes to a small foundation! "
"This is a good calculation"
The Lord of the Blood Crow Palace said with a calm face, "This is an open plan. Even if I know what he means, I have to go! Even if he dies, I will see it with my own eyes! "
"Master carefully, don’t be angry …"
"It’s a pity that this open plan is quite high, but it’s missing a little."
The Lord of the Blood Crow Palace sneered with the wave, "He doesn’t know my identity and what’s in that area. He said that even if I disturb those who leave my identity, there should be no problem."
"Let’s go. I want to see where this Sumo can escape!"
Chapter two hundred and thirty-two Rushed out of the jungle
There is a strong pungent bloody fog floating in the jungle of ancient times, and the branches and leaves condense into blood drops and slip quietly.
Branches of gravel in thorns are littered with broken bodies, dead and miserable, torn in half or crushed to a pulp beyond recognition.
This jungle has become a shura purgatory!
Full of bloody and tyrannical fierce beasts roaring one after another, the ancient trees shake and shake!
Su Mo believes that some people have regretted the killing since it just showed a sign.
But at that time, it was too late to quit this ancient jungle.
The fierce beasts in this jungle have completely cut them off!
There are fewer and fewer people left.
Su Mo saw with his own eyes that Brother Yuan Ying, who was at the forefront, was dragged away by a seemingly harmful flower, and there was no sound when he screamed.
Even the most common plants in the jungle are left over from Archaean times. It’s horrible!
The pressure is getting bigger and bigger
Even Brother Yuan Ying can make sure that he can get out of this jungle. Su Mo is hard to leave here even though he is familiar with the laws of the jungle.
At this time, Su Mo’s eyes glanced and found that the grey monk suddenly changed direction not far away and no longer followed Tianluozong and Ziyunzong, all of whom got into another bush.
Sue ink heart move thought.
Today, although Tianluo Sect and Ziyun Sect are as powerful as Yuanying Brother Road, their targets are also big, which is the first target of these ancient fierce beasts!
It will be safer if you take another road at this time.
Of course, this is relative
In this ancient jungle, the danger of killing is everywhere, and there is no place to be safe.
Sue ink eyes flashing also changed direction along the gray robe monk route.
Sumo was like a giant python walking through the jungle, and soon he chased the grey robe monk and hung far behind him.
Friar Grey is not fast and occasionally stops.
Moreover, the monk in gray robe moves quite strangely, holding a folding fan in his right hand and spreading his thumb in his left hand. His finger contact speed is extremely fast, which seems to be deducing something.
What puzzles Su Mo most is that even tens of thousands of monks in this jungle have fallen. In most cases, this face has no fear.
This is terrible!
At this time, the monk in front of the gray robe once again lived and hid himself.