I Was Reborn in Japan, and Opened the Unparalleled in the Supernatural Drama

Fang Jing, who was flying in mid-air, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and found that there was a collapsed mountain in front of him, just like a mudslide washed away the mountain road below, turning into a cliff.

"It's over! Why have all the original mountain roads disappeared, collapsed and broken into a broken wall!"

At the very second when he thought he was going to fall off the cliff, there was a sudden ripple in the air, as if an invisible film had been spread in the void, which was directly torn apart by himself and the eight-legged monster.

Boo!

The gap opened up, and the illusion of the rupture of the mountain disappeared.

There was a sudden green in front of my eyes, and an overly dense mountain forest emerged.

In the next moment, Fang Jing and the eight-legged monster collided together on a rock, and one person and one monster were forced to separate and rolled down the rugged mountain forest road, crushing shrubs, long miscanthus, and dense Exuberant green belt.

I don't know how long it has been rolling, no, it should have been less than a few seconds, Fang Jing found himself stopped and lay flat on the ground.

He felt exhausted and bruised all over his body, as if he had dislocated his left arm.

"I... really went crazy. I really didn't expect to survive such a mess."

He felt incredible that he was able to survive, and couldn't help but chuckle.

On the other hand, the eight-legged monster on the other side didn't seem to be as lucky as himself. Fang Jing turned around and saw a sharp broken tree trunk pierced through it, like a huge fleshy body nailed to the ground. group.

Chapter 40 Surprise Encounter

　　"Ha! What bad luck."

He opened his mouth to mutter something, but couldn't help coughing twice.

Looks like a broken lung, maybe a broken rib.

I have no experience in this area, and I can't judge the detailed situation.

But fortunately, my 4.5 physique is strong enough, even so, I can still move normally.

what!The backpack appears to have fallen to the ground.

He turned around, only to find that the backpack was not far away. Fortunately... everything was in good condition. This kind of brand-name mountaineering bag is durable, so it's okay to toss around like this.

The moment Fang Jing turned around and picked up the backpack, something suddenly wrapped around his right ankle, and he fell to the ground, hitting his face on the stone.

He struggled to get up, and when he lowered his head, he realized that there were white tentacles-like things wrapped around his feet, and this thing was clearly split from the pale and bloated flesh.

"Damn it! Is it possible that this thing is not dead yet!"

Fang Jing knew that he was careless this time. As a standard monster, the eight-legged monster was not so easy to kill.

In an instant, he was dragged upside down on the ground, and the eight-legged monster split a tentacle from its limb, tightly entangled his ankle.

Fang Jing straightened up quickly, trying to pull off these tentacles, and the danger came again at this time.

call out!

A long and thin blue tongue was ejected from the cracked jaw, and the tip of the tongue, as sharp as a steel needle, pierced his own throat like flying.

At this moment, at this dangerous and critical juncture, Fang Jing groped the ground for a while with one hand, grabbed something hard, and blocked it directly in front of him.

——It was the white wooden box.

The thing he grabbed casually was a wooden box that fell from his backpack.

The whip-like tongue spit out by the eight-legged monster hit it, Fang Jing's tiger's mouth was cracked by the fierce force, and at the same time, a strange sound transmitted a syllable from the box.

Syllables, no, that... What is that sound?

Afterwards, he couldn't help recalling... always felt that it was like some kind of metal key, or the sound made by a mechanical bracket.

Ding!

Crisp sound.

In the next second, the abnormal fluctuation centered on the area where the square mirror was located and spread in all directions, like a sudden strong wind.

It's just that this "wind" is an invisible and qualityless ups and downs.

Fang Jing can feel this kind of fluctuation, but this kind of fluctuation is obviously invisible to human eyes, but at this moment, Fang Jing and the eight-legged monster on the other side can obviously feel it.

Unlike Fang Jing's astonishment, the eight-legged monster obviously showed panic. It moved its eight legs desperately, tore off the broken tree trunk abruptly, and fled towards the rear quickly.

"This... this thing didn't suffer much damage at all, so it's possible that it was just pretending!"

Fang Jing was shocked. He originally thought that the eight-legged monster was dying, and the immobile eight-legged monster quickly climbed into the mountain forest like a clockwork, quickly crashed into the invisible film, and disappeared in the mountain forest in the blink of an eye. middle.

"Sagiri... what's there?"

He clicked his tongue. Now he can finally be sure that this narrow mountain of mist is indeed shrouded by a mysterious force, just like the enchantment in novels and anime, turning into a barrier to isolate the inside and outside.

The depths of Sawu Mountain are like a foreign world, full of unknown and unexplainable weirdness, but now that I have left this mountain, I have also left that terrible area.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the white box in his hand, and didn't know what the origin of this thing was.

"Ignore these things for now, it's not bad to be able to save your life, let's go down the mountain first!"

He supported the thick tree trunk on the side with all his strength, stood up, and leaned against the big tree.

Whoa!