Compared with the prosperous hinterland of the Great Jin Dynasty, the southern Xinjiang is sparsely populated and has extremely undulating terrain, with many peaks and steep mountains and ancient forests.

Because of the numerous volcanoes and toxic miasma, it has become a paradise for poisonous insects and monsters. Therefore, the three top sects in southern Xinjiang did not correct the Tao and the Demonic Way, but instead took a different path.

In terms of strength, the three families are the strongest of the Poison Saint Sect. The Sumeru Sect among the other two families has a lot of connections with them and is almost as close as a family.

But if we talk about which of the three schools has the most famous reputation, it is undoubtedly the Huaxian Sect, which is mainly female cultivator!

The sinister curse inherited by this sect can be said to have made the entire Jin Dynasty very afraid and dare not provoke it easily.

On this day, in a mountain 3,000 miles away from the Huaxian Sect, a team of women wearing many silver jewelry on their bodies, and colorful dresses corrected their way through the ancient trees.

There are not many female cultivators in this team, only ten fingers, but three of them are all elixir monks, and the rest are also foundation-building monks with profound cultivation.

But even with such a powerful lineup, these female cultivators still had a nervous look on their faces, and they didn't even dare to fly up to the treetops, but just wandered around the trunks.

Almost an hour later, the young female cultivator who flew to the front suddenly paused, her eyes shone with inspiration and looked straight ahead for a few breaths, and said softly:

"It's white miasma! Be careful!"

Although this woman has a cute face and a petite figure, she can’t help but feel pity, but her cultivation is the highest among the ten people and has reached the late stage of the Killing Pill!

So although her voice was as gentle as water and did not show any majesty, it could make the other nine people obey orders.

"Sister Zhen, since there is white miasma here, we have not found the wrong place. Should we prepare immediately?"

A tall female cultivator of Jiedan escaped to Zhen Lan, and was both happy and worried.

"No, the nests of evil ghost spiders are all deep in the white miasma. If we set up a formation here and seduce these poison spiders back and forth, it will take a lot of time. The detoxification pill we bring is not enough to support us in doing so."

Zhen Lanxiu frowned and pondered for a moment, then continued:

"Let Master Song and the others prepare the formation flag, take the poison pill and follow us into the white miasma, and we will fight quickly!"

"Okay, I'll listen to Senior Sister Zhen!"

The tall female cultivator seemed to trust Zhen Lan very much. Although she knew the risks of doing so, she still agreed immediately.

After the order was passed down, along with the ten female cultivators, including Zhen Lan, immediately took out a milky yellow pill from their waists and opened their mouths to swallow it.

The poison of the white miasma is extremely fierce. Without the corresponding detoxification pill, even the monks in the Killing Pill can't survive for a moment or three moments.

Moreover, when the poison is out, the whole body is ulcerated and the death is extremely miserable, so no one dares to neglect it.

After taking the pill, Zhen Lan took the lead in rushing into the white miasma in front of her without hesitation. She suddenly felt a slight tingling pain in her skin, and the whiteness in front of her eyes was extremely difficult to see.

Fortunately, the spiritual consciousness is not restricted, so everyone will not be separated by the white miasma.

However, poisonous insects such as evil ghost spiders are good at concentrating their energy and hiding them. They may not be able to discover them in time with their spiritual consciousness alone, so Zhen Lan and others were using spiritual spells at this time and carefully surrounded them.

After walking in the white miasma for about thirty miles, a sharp hiss suddenly came from the front of everyone.

"It's the whistle spider on the periphery, please set up your formation quickly with your nephew Song!

Junior Sister Zhou and Junior Sister Chu, we each guard one direction. Before the formation is formed, we must not let an evil ghost spider go!”

Zhen Lan obviously knew their goals for this trip and made arrangements within a short while.

The seven female foundation-building cultivators immediately said nothing. After forming a circular formation, they threw out the array flags in their hands. Then a series of magic tricks were shot out from their fingertips, and a red light curtain gradually rose from the bottom.

At this time, there was a "rustling" sound around them, as if a large group of creatures were running around.

Zhen Lan and three other monks of Jiedan had already sacrificed their magic weapons and were waiting for the battle at this moment.

Suddenly, as if he had been performing sound insulation, the surroundings became quiet all over the place.

But the next moment, several black shadows rushed towards Zhen Lan and others who were ten feet high above the ground!

Seeing this scene, Zhen Lan's spiritual thoughts moved, and three emerald green lights flew out from her cuffs, easily piercing through the coming black shadows.

Then, these black shadows fell under Zhen Lan's feet along inertia. They were all pure white spiders, with eight compound eyes on their heads like rubies, and all of them were as big as calfs.

On the white backs of these demon spiders, there is a faint green hole as thick as a finger, making a "sizzling" sound of corrosion.

The weakness of the first wave of the enemy did not make Zhen Lan feel at ease. She knew very well that since the whistle spider had issued an alarm, many powerful spiders would soon arrive.

Just after he solved the frontal enemy, Zhen Lan surrounded her eyes with her inspiration, but she really found a whistle spider who wanted to pick up soft persimmons.

With a swing of his right arm, he shot out a Qinghuang needle and killed the whistle spider on the way to sneak.

After dealing with the tail, Zhen Lan quickly looked at both sides. Seeing that nothing unexpected happened, the red light shield was closing in an orderly manner, she withdrew her gaze in peace.

At this moment, a few "dongdong" sounds came from afar, which made Zhen Lan's heart rise again.

"Be careful of the wind blade!"

While warning everyone, Zhen Lan took off a silver mirror from her waist, and the magic power surged in her palm, and a silver plate with a diameter of three or four meters condensed in front of her.

After one breath, there were indeed dense wind blades shot out from the white miasma.

However, since everyone was prepared, the arrangement of the formation was not affected.

Even after the wind blade flew from Zhen Lan was taken away by the silver plate, she counterattacked back intact.

Shortly after these wind blades were penetrated into the white miasma, the screams of evil ghost spiders were heard back.

After the wind blade attack failed, a black shadow quickly came from the ground, and before it could get close, a continuous red beam of light shot.

In the spiritual consciousness of Zhen Lan and others, a group of evil ghost spiders the size of buffaloes had surrounded them. At this moment, they were charging forward like unparalleled iron cavalry. At the same time, the eight blood-red compound eyes kept shooting beams of attacks.

If the evil ghost spider behind was blocked by the front, Zhen Lan and others would have been submerged under the evil ghost spider's poisonous eyes.

However, even though you only have to endure the talented magical powers of the vanguard of evil ghosts, Zhen Lan and others are a little embarrassed.

It is because the innate magical power of the evil ghost spider is a kind of spell, and ordinary protective methods cannot defend themselves at all, and they will pass by them like a body-protecting spirit shield.
Chapter completed!