In order to avoid the snakes, Jiang Nanjun had to cut off the little snake that entangled him first, but unfortunately he was bitten by it.

The poisonous teeth entered the flesh, and he suddenly felt a tingling sensation spread from his legs, and then he lost sensation in his calves, but there was a piercing pain in his joints, making him unsteady on his feet.

And the Yin Yan sword in his hand, feeling the threat of the snakes, the sword body has turned red, and he can't help shaking and making a sword sound, ready to attack at any time.

The emerald snake in his body is so poisonous that he can't move his steps, how can he resist the attack of thousands of snakes with just one Yin mantle?

At the last moment, a loud flute suddenly sounded not far away. The sound of the flute was agitated, and although I did not see the person playing the flute, I saw countless tiny notes, falling from the sky like transparent raindrops, enveloping the huge group of snakes.

The snake that walked in the front, there were already a few of them soaring into the air, and they were about to bite Jiang Nanjun together, but they were drenched by the rain of notes sprinkled by the flute, but they obediently fell back to the same place.

Immediately afterwards, the entire group of snakes was controlled by the sound of the flute, and honestly stopped moving forward, and then half-erected the snake body, standing still. As far as the eye can see, countless green sticks seem to have been erected on the green grass in an instant.

Although the snakes have stopped moving, the sound of the flute has not stopped, but has changed from agitation to melodious, and the mood of the piper can be heard, and he has relaxed.

But as soon as this relaxation was a little, the snake group began to be active again, and the straight snake body tilted in the direction of Jiang Nanjun Station, as if he was hesitating, whether he should continue the attack just now.

The snake group moved at this time, and the flute sound turned rapidly again. This time, the intensity increased, and the rain of notes falling from the sky became more intensive.

Perhaps this flute was urging them to leave quickly. The snakes were reluctant to stand still for a moment, and when they saw that they really couldn't get their hands on it, they had to turn around and start to swim back.

At this time, Jiang Nanjun really saw where they came from.

I saw that although they came in a phalanx, when they returned, they changed to an arc, and only went in one direction, which was the inhalation pool.

"It turns out that these snakes all crawled out of the eyes of that pool!" Jiang Nanjun understood, leaned over, and fell down.

The sound of the flute continued for about half a column of incense, and the snakes finally retreated back to the inhalation pool in their entirety, leaving not a single one.

The threat of the emerald ring snake is eliminated, the flute stops, and the notes rain weakens until it is finally completely stopped.

Jiang Nanjun's snake venom has invaded the entire leg, and the muscles all over the body are stiff, and the pain is unbearable. However, he was still conscious, and when he looked up to look for the person playing the flute, he saw a tall middle-aged man wearing an indigo blue straight-lined robe and a moire brocade belt around his waist, striding towards him.

When he saw that person, he was stunned for a moment, and even forgot the pain on his body. It turned out that the person who came was the founder of his Jiangnan family, Jiang Nanyan.

"Great-great-grandfather...... How are you ......?"

He tried to say hello, but his mouth stammered.

In "The Secret Chronicles of Shenwu", he saw Jiang Nanyan many times, but he could only follow him as a bystander, and the two could not communicate.

Now he understands that perhaps in the whole book, only in this Zixu Mountain of Tibetan Words, can the Great Ancestor stand in front of him alive.

Jiang Nanyan put down the bamboo flute, smiled, stretched out a hand to him, and wanted to pull him up, while still joking: "Great-great-grandfather? Zimo, you have to count again, and how many words are missing?"

Jiang Nanjun still wanted to speak, but his chest was stuffy, and then a large mouthful of black blood spurted out, and his body not only couldn't get up, but fell back stiffly.

Seeing this, Jiang Nanyan knew that he had been bitten just now, his face changed, and he quickly put his head on his lap, and then saw that he had a Ugin dagger hanging from his waist, pulled it out, and stabbed it down fiercely, piercing the wound where he was bitten by a snake.

Jiang Nanjun groaned sullenly and almost passed out. He knew that Jiang Nanyan was giving him poisonous blood, so he endured it strongly.

After Jiang Nanyan released the poisonous blood, he took out two black pills from his arms, one was crushed, spit on it, and put it on the wound in the form of mud, and the other was handed to his mouth and ordered him to chew and swallow.

Jiang Nanjun is like an obedient child, doing it one by one. By the time the treatment was over, the soreness and pain in his body had disappeared quickly, and he was able to get up from the ground.

"Great-grandfather, I'm ...... What the hell is going on? You...... Are you still alive?"

He was no longer in good health, recalling the thrilling scene just now, and looked at Jiang Nanyan in confusion.

Jiang Nanyan said with a smile: "It is said that you Jiangnan Zimo is the highest person in the human world, and you know everything in the world, but you haven't observed your great-ancestor and me, in fact, you just sealed your soul in the book." ”

"What?soul?, what Zimo sees now, is it the ...... of the great ancestor?" Jiang Nanjun was stunned again. (To be continued.) )