The ground was slippery and muddy, with gray-yellow moss and creeping lifeless low shrubs everywhere. The dim light and the smell of decay added a hint of gloom to the hearts of everyone who went deep into the place.
The team from the Spirit Cage Chamber of Commerce had just experienced a battle, a battle with the remnant soul of the Night Owl.
"I didn't expect that the remnant soul of Night Owl, which was not one of the three ancient monsters, could be so difficult to deal with. I don't know how Yuan Chu managed to get it into his body back then." The speaker was Chen Xuanqing, an earth-level healing monk in the team.
A ball of condensed and crystal green light was condensing, covering his left arm, where a strange black feather had just been forcibly plucked.
Liao Shenchang approached him without saying a word. His cultivation had long been restored, but the injuries on his body were more serious than those of Chen Xuanqing, who often stayed on the sidelines for treatment and blessing. Not only on his arms, but also on his back, there were three places dripping with black blood.
The scars that have not yet dried up are caused by the strange feathers released by the remnant soul of the night owl.
A feather that was still intact was held in his hand. He looked carefully and saw that the strange black energy in the feather tube had dissipated. This black feather had become ordinary and could not even be considered a first-level material.
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Liao Shencang threw away this useless feather, and his mind once again thought of the golden light that the night owl's remnant soul was wrapped in black air before it died, and was about to fly away. This was the second time he entered the valley, and the first time it happened.
When the phoenix was trapped, the signs were not obvious at the time. It was just a fleeting golden-red light, mixed with the flames of the immortal phoenix struggling and churning in the sky, which was not obvious. Mobile version::
what is it then?
After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't get the answer. The only thing that was the same was that in both battles, Zuo Shiqiu Nanjia used the strange black energy on the Demon Frog Taibao. Perhaps, this was a breakthrough to find the reason.
However, the clue was cut off because he had no access to either the Taibao or the black energy.
Liao Shenchang looked at the trophy that had not been put away. It was a foot-long black and golden night owl tail feather. He was speechless for a long time. He did not let Chen Xuanqing heal himself. Judging from the effect of the green light, he was completely cured.
A wound would take at least an hour, and right now, he was obviously not the most seriously injured. With his earth-level cultivation, even without treatment, the wound would be basically healed in three days.
A slightly fat Xuan-level monk was lying not far away with a weak breath. There were at least nearly twenty black feathers stuck on his body. Another monk who had just plucked the feathers from his body was trying to help him.
"It's the same thing if you pull it out." Liao Shenchang looked at the monk and said bluntly. It seems that this monk's time is running out. Unless Chen Xuanqing gives priority to treating him regardless of the loss of spiritual power, he will probably lose his ability to fight.
"What are your last words?"
Behind Liao Shenchang, Zuo Shiqiu Nanjia strolled over. Unlike the others, she didn't have any scars on her body, but her pale face showed that her spiritual power had bottomed out. In fact, if she hadn't taken action just now,
All Xuan-level monks may die here, or have more feathers on their bodies.
"I want to live." The fat monk reluctantly turned his head, and a few feathers on his back were pierced deeper, causing his face to become distorted.
"What are your last words?"
The woman asked again. Her eyes were cold and she seemed not to be moved by the monk's request.
The fat monk's eyes were dull. After a moment, he seemed to realize something. He used his last strength and shouted: "Qiu Nanjia, you crazy woman! I don't want to die! I don't want to die." He turned his head forcibly and stared at him.
He only knew the name of Lord Zuo Shi's face, but he had never looked at it carefully. Before he died, he wanted to remember the face of this crazy woman who he was usually afraid of.
The exposed skin on his body was about to fester, as if it had been injured by hot poison, and melted together with the bloody wounds. The severe pain caused his already stiff body to curl up, and his throat kept coming out.
The moaning in pain seemed to be complaining, but also seemed to be cursing.
puff!
Liao Shenchang inserted a magical sword straight into his heart, and hot blood spurted out. The twisted and struggling figure quickly stopped without making any sound.
"You should give him a happy life. Although you must make sacrifices in order to move on, Master Zuo, I don't like what you just did!"
"Did you think so when you killed Tu Bao?"
"He is our former companion, this is different."
"Oh." Qiu Nanjia turned his head, and the golden light around his dark eyes immediately dissipated, "Pay attention to your identity."
She no longer paid attention to Liao Shenchang, but looked at the four Xuan-level monks who did not dare to look up at her, "Treat the wounds and restore spiritual power. We will be out in two hours!"
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Been here before.
This was the first thought in Han Li's mind. Later, this thought was diluted by the few people who quickly followed behind him. After going deep into this area full of grass and low shrubs, this Chixiamen team was lucky.
It became so bad that he never met any lone monks again. He did see Chu Anlan controlling a flying sword and flying swaggeringly from the sky towards the snowfield area. But obviously, this team with insufficient individual cultivation,
He didn't want to offend the earth-level monks, and of course, he, with his status as a powerful sect, didn't want to either.
There were more and more haggard-looking shrubs. This was an area that Han Li had never been to before. His mind was therefore alert, and he involuntarily retreated slightly, staying in the center of the team, neither rushing in nor hanging at the end of the team.
Except for Liu Zhengchun, the Xuan-level monk who led the team, everyone else was assigned to take turns exploring the path, but it was obvious that some dangerous areas were explored by a few casual cultivators, once or twice. It may be accidental, but it takes a long time.
Well, the shrewd Han Li still saw a clue.
"Go there and have a look!"
A pitch-black vine appeared in front, covering a hundred steps square. The leaves of these vines were the size of a palm, but they were already dry and necrotic, and wrinkled like rotten paper, but the layers of vines, plus these dead leaves
, the flat ground was raised by nearly two feet, and it was spread out in front of everyone like a man-made high platform.
The monk assigned by Liu Zhengchun was named Wang Lan. He was short, spoke very little, had dark skin, and was good at wielding a long whip. According to Han Li's estimation, his cultivation level was slightly lower than his seventh-level Xuan level.
It stands to reason that it should be the dragon's turn to rise again. This was Han Li's own estimation. This strange withered vine seemed a bit dangerous. Taking advantage of the break of moving his body, he took a closer look and found that there seemed to be some vines at the bottom of the vine.
There is a touch of light green that has not faded, and the vine does not seem to be completely dead.
Snapped!
Wang Lan is also very cautious. Compared with the monks who have channels to obtain the sect's token, the casual cultivators who dare to explore deep into the valley are probably not good people. The clues to his token were purchased from Li Dabang at a cost of
After a lot of effort and asking two casual cultivators who had died to help, I managed to snatch the token.
Wang Lan's whip hit the withered vines, causing nothing but splashing up a lot of dust and scattering a lot of dead branches and leaves. However, he was still worried and threw out a fiery talisman. Once the fire dried up,
The dead branches immediately spread, and the entire vine was immediately plunged into the sea of fire. A crisp crackling sound reached my ears. It was indeed just an ordinary bunch of dead vines.
It seems that I am overthinking it.
Han Li couldn't help but shake his head secretly. The desolate and desolate scenery along the way showed that the ancient demon Equisetie was probably dead. How could there be so many strange things?
"Hey, nothing special!"
Wang Lan was slightly reassured. This exploration was okay. At least he could hang out safely for a while. He killed five monks and shared the profits equally. He already had two good magic weapons in his bag, and there were a few more that could be used.
After half a year of using the talisman and finding a few unlucky people, he would find a way to cheat. Liu Zhengchun deceived everyone. There was a magic weapon of Venerable Yuanchu in the ruins. Of course he wanted the magic weapon, but he had to have his life.
He's here to use it, he doesn't want to be cannon fodder.
He kicked a dead branch that was filled with smoke and turned black. Just as he was about to lift his foot to leave, the dead branch that seemed to have turned into ashes unexpectedly took advantage of the situation and tightly entangled his feet.
At the same time, the vines that were not on fire at the bottom also spread out one after another, heading straight towards Chixiamen to attack the team.
"Quickly retreat!"
Liu Zhengchun only shouted such a sentence, and several monks from the Chixia Sect flew into the distance. Han Li also quickly retreated. Only then did he realize that the monks from the Chixia Sect who were originally scattered throughout the team were behind him.
While Wang Lan was exploring, he had quietly hid behind the team, which was most convenient when retreating.
Wang Lan may be saved!
This thought came to Han Li's mind, but when he turned around, he realized that Wang Lan had been covered by countless vines, and the fire that had been ignited had been scattered wildly by countless green branches popping up from the vines.
What looked like a withered vine turned out to be a strange vine demon.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Liu Zhengchun and others had already retreated to a distance, and then they started to use fire talismans. This vine-based monster was almost inevitably afraid of fire.
But the vine was extremely huge. While pulling Wang Lan, it kept extending its vines to block the Explosive Talisman. It was willing to sacrifice some branches and alternate between them, so everyone was unable to make any achievements.
"Who has a third-level fire talisman?" Liu Zhengchun shouted.
Naturally, no one took it out, not even anyone responded to him.
The hearts of the people are not united, Liu Zhengchun said secretly. He clearly remembered what he had gained before. In fact, when he entered this wasteland, he quickly gave up the unrealistic idea of forming a small battle formation and hunting down earth-level monks.
Even I have selfish motives and want to put others in front of me, let alone these casual cultivators, can they be of the same mind as me?
What a dream!
Judging from the previous actions of these casual cultivators, more than one of them is rich, and it would not be a problem to come up with a handful of third-level talismans, or even third-level non-standard talismans, but now, no one is willing to lend a helping hand.
But after finally encountering a living wood-type monster, we can't give up. Maybe there are some clues about the Sky Thunder Equisetum hidden here.
"Whoever destroys this vine, Wang Lan's things will belong to him, and the materials on the vine will also belong to him!" Liu Zhengchun shouted loudly, there must be brave men who will be rewarded, and he believes that these casual cultivators are not stupid.
He glanced at Xie Kerong, who was about to take action. He knew that the opponent had a second-level high-grade magic weapon with good fire skills, but now was not the time to take action.
Wu Shengsun stopped retreating and rushed forward with a two-foot-square flaming red feather fan in his hand.
Unable to help, Han Li stopped his greed. Although he knew that the wood-type monsters might be of great use to him, there might be hidden dangers in taking action on his own and exposing more methods. Wang Lan's death gave him a
Not a small reminder.
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In the frozen cave, cold turbid water droplets kept falling from the hanging stone pillars, hitting the ground covered with ice crystals, making everything extremely slippery and making it almost impossible to set foot.
Jiang Feng finally came to such a place.
There are three entrances, or exits, but they are very close to each other. At this time, Jiang Feng is the only one in the cave. In addition, he knows that there are two foundation-building monks from Tianli Sect who are coming with all their strength.
It was not dark here, and there seemed to be crystal stones that could scatter light on the stone wall, which also gave the shadow nowhere to hide. So Jiang Feng simply put away the shadow and carefully inserted the silver spirit dagger into the hard wall to stabilize it.
Keep your body shape, avoid falling, and come to the center of the hall step by step.
The aura of the Snow Maiden of the Ice Desert was everywhere, and the Cold Light Hairpin Demonic Bracelet was ringing incessantly, until an altar shaped like six-rayed snowflakes appeared in front of you.
Six stone pillars, which are connected up and down and are as thick as a wooden barrel, surround the cold blue altar. On each stone pillar, there is a blue fluorite that seems to be natural, illuminating the entire area around the altar.
of transparency.
Here is a book with a pale title page, with a few words written on it not neatly:
"Dedicate everything and take on a new life"
What is this? If it were just a wordless title page, Jiang Feng might have folded the book together and opened the six-page book. However, this sentence made him want to give up.
Moreover, the Cold Light Hairpin Demon Bracelet, which had been restless, suddenly stopped and became quiet.
Is this a curse? A warning? A promise? Or a deal?
The Cold Light Hairpin Demon Bracelet used dormancy to remind himself that this was not a chance, but the book that actually existed in front of him was shining with a dazzling orange light under the exquisite treasure light, which was enough to prove that it was not extraordinary. Could it be because he had actually come into contact with it?
The inheritance of the Snow Maiden of Ice Desolation, and the "Rangyan Curse" planted by the shadow of the Snow Maiden herself, has lost its effect?
Could such a thing happen?
A lot of weird but normal, absurd but realistic questions emerged from Jiang Feng's mind one after another, but no one gave him answers, leaving only all kinds of random suspicions, and seemingly rational but actually baseless speculations.
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"Yeah! What is it!"
While deep in thought, Jiang Feng was not ready to open the book when he suddenly heard a frightened scream coming from the passage where he came from. This voice came from a woman. : :
Jiang Feng hid behind the pale stone pillar, held his breath and watched intently.
The visitors were a man and a woman. The man was handsome and tough, and the woman was of average appearance. Both were wearing red robes with black flowers. They were undoubtedly the former Tianlimen monks.
"Brother, retreat quickly!"
The woman threw two ice talismans deep into the passage. In this bitterly cold environment, these talismans were even more miraculous. Together with the man, they quickly flew to the center of the cave while overcoming the trouble of the slippery ground.
Huh? The man spotted Jiang Feng immediately.
"Junior sister, be careful, there is a damn demon dog!"
By the way, will you die if you don’t curse? Jiang Feng complained in his heart. His figure emerged from behind the stone pillar, blocking the altar. He was not in a hurry to take action because the man and woman just kept a distance from him sideways and paid attention.
The focus is still on the entrance.
What on earth was there that made them give up immediately attacking their damn demon dog?
A gray-white viscous liquid slowly spread from the entrance. The liquid was filled with a strong sense of death, and there were even black ice cubes condensed in one place, and... blood clots.
Several pale tentacles like tendrils climbed out from the entrance of the cave and clung tightly to the cold stone wall. The tentacles continued to extend, covering the two adjacent entrances with no intention of stopping.
, it, seems to be constantly pulling something in.
"Ho!"
The three of them heard a deep and terrifying sigh at the same time.