The Nantian monks who came to the Southern Wilderness Realm, anyone had two brushes, and no matter how bad they were, they also had a few means to resist the miasma, but in fact, the scope of their activities was only within tens of thousands of miles on the south bank of the Lancang River. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the depths of the Southern Wilderness, the miasma is pervasive, I don't know how many powerful monsters and beasts are hidden, a rattan, a pool of water, even a stinger, a worm may make a monk with extraordinary cultivation die, not to mention the Qi refining monk, the foundation building monk, is the Jindan real person, and may not dare to go deep into the hundreds of thousands of miles alone, for the monk, there is basically another world, only all kinds of rumors and legends are passed on by word of mouth, the truth of which only God knows.

Even if it is the tens of thousands of miles of monks on the south bank of the Lancang River, it is actually only an approximate range, and there are also many places where many monks can't go or don't want to go, and they don't dare to go.

These places may not be any powerful demon beasts, there really must be high-level demon beasts, but it will cause powerful monks to join forces to hunt, and the reason for not wanting to go is more because of trouble, not to mention anything else, those miasma gas that is so rich that it is almost substantial Few people want to be contaminated, and you can see that the colors of the flowers and trees below are different from other places in the sky, whether you can really hunt high-level demon beasts when you break into them, whether you can pick the suitable spiritual grass and spiritual objects or two words, to resist these miasma gases, as well as the various poisonous insects and poisonous weeds born in them, first of all, you will consume a lot of elixir spiritual liquid, and it is more likely that the gains outweigh the losses, unless there is exact newsFew monks are willing to wander around these places.

In addition, there are some places where the monks are reluctant to go, in addition to those previous scruples, there is another reason - the Oni Warrior Savage.

Only in terms of the human race, these natives of the Southern Wilderness, who are called ghosts and martial savages by many monks, are the masters of the Southern Wilderness, because they do not cultivate the mind, do not practice spells, and have barbaric habits, which are incompatible with the set of etiquette and rules of the Nantian monks, and are called savages by many monks, but it does not mean that they are really savages, many monks despise them in their hearts and may disdain these natives of the Southern Wilderness, but few people dare to underestimate the strength and means of these people.

It seems to be the way to refine the body, but the Southern Wilderness Ghost Martial Savage has its own way, and the killing is more bloody and aggressive than the body refining cultivators of the same age in the Southern Heaven Domain, and there are many means that cannot be prevented, especially in the land of the Southern Wilderness, if the strength is enough to be able to directly crush and kill, it is just that, if you entangle with them, it is definitely a thankless and upsetting thing.

For the natives of the Southern Wilderness, most of the monks of the Southern Heavenly Domain have the attitude that the well water does not interfere with the river water, if one or two appear by chance, they may be able to be in the same mountain range, in the same mountain forest, and go their own way. But for the place where the ghosts and savages live, it is definitely a forbidden place for monks, not to mention going wild and reckless, there are few people who can get out of it if they accidentally break in, and the delamination is good, but it is silent and disappears again, which is normal.

About 20,000 miles away from the south of the turbulent valley, there is a valley plain surrounded by a circle of mountains, a radius of about more than 100 miles, looking down from the sky, you can see a piece of banyan forest, the original verdant leaves are shallow and hazy under the shroud of smoke and fog.

If a monk passes by, and glances at it from a distance, he will know that this valley and plain are by no means as calm as they seem, and those clouds that may still be a little ethereal, and the clouds that seem to be like smoke and fog are actually rich miasma, and such miasma is poisonous enough to threaten the monks of the eighth or ninth layer of qi refining and even the foundation realm. But if you stop to observe for a while, it may be even more surprising, between the thick miasma mist, there are actually figures flickering from time to time, grabbing a banyan tree hanging whiskers and swinging, one swinging is more than ten zhang and dozens of zhang, much lighter and faster than the most agile ape, no magic brilliance, no magic weapon shining light, as if they are not in the miasma, but really bathed in the morning mist through the leap.

Ignoring the surrounding miasma, as well as the dangers hidden in it, except for the indigenous Ghost Warriors of the Southern Wilderness, no monk dared to act like this, and there was movement from time to time, it was clear that someone was patrolling the forest, and it didn't take much thought to guess that this valley plain was also a stronghold of the Ghost Warrior Savages.

However, only a very few monks know that this is not an ordinary gathering place for ghost warriors, this valley plain with a radius of 100 miles deep in the Southern Wilderness is actually the ancestral land of the most important group of the indigenous people of the Southern Wilderness.

Unlike the secular mortals of the Southern Heavenly Domain who like to build houses with bricks and tiles, and the monks of the Southern Heavenly Domain who like to open mountains and make houses, the indigenous Xiangli people of the Southern Wilderness are more accustomed to living on trees, and many large banyan trees are woven with hanging whiskers, like hanging baskets, and that is their tree house.

But except for sleeping at night, no one of the Xiangli people will stay in the tree house, whether men or women, old or young, every day as soon as the sky is hazy, they will get up and go out, or go to other places to hunt and experience, and those who do not go out will stay in the banyan forest to boil their bodies, and the children who are waiting to be fed are no exception.

If you want to grow into a qualified ghost warrior in the future, and be able to get used to resisting or even absorbing the miasma for your own use, you need to start from a young age, which is the survival of all the natives of the Southern Wilderness for thousands of years.

In addition to the banyan tree, there is no other tree in the verdant mountain forest, if you look carefully, you can also see that in fact, all the tree poles are connected together, in other words, there is only one big banyan tree in the banyan forest at all, and the middle of the valley is dozens of zhang thick, and thousands of people holding hands may not be able to close the thick tree pole The old stump is the root of this big banyan tree, and the other hundred miles are the barishes that spread out from it and then take root.

The old pile is dozens of zhang high from the ground to the top of the tree, but it is very strange that it is a flat square, a radius of no less than several miles, only a careful observation, will find that this square is also made of a piece of vine, but the time is too long, the roots and vines that have the same source have long grown together, and they can't distinguish each other.

The valley and plain within a radius of 100 miles is the clan land of the Xiangli clan, and this square is their usual gathering place, whether it is the New Year's festival where many people sing and dance to celebrate together, or the solemn worship of the ancestors and gods, the people of the Xiangli clan will gather in this square.

Today is not a festival, there are naturally few people in the square, only seven or eight people gathered in a pile to discuss something, the young ones are in their early twenties, and the older ones are in their thirties and forties, and there is nothing peculiar about their appearance and dress, the consistent rough style of the people of the Southern Wilderness, a piece of animal skin is wrapped around the body at will, and the exposed skin is full of cyan tattoos, or fierce beasts, or domineering birds, not necessarily how realistic, but the momentum is very amazing, as if they want to be killed, especially their eyes, at first glance, they seem to have a sharp cold flash。

A few people didn't know what they were talking about, and from time to time there were bursts of laughter and scolding. When it was busy, several people suddenly stopped talking at the same time, and raised their eyes to look at the square beside them. In the miasma mist, another figure swung up, and the fifty-year-old man with white beard, still in shape, crossed an arc and landed steadily beside them.

"Elder, you're back, how are things?"

"Those northern barbarians don't have any moths. ”

"How dare they?"

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Ignoring the questions of a few people, the elder Xiangli Qianrong, who had landed, waved his hand at a few people and walked straight to the northwest corner of the square. There are a few pillars that stand about three zhang, the dragon looks like the sky, from a distance it looks like a thing of gold and stone, you can see it clearly when you get closer, and the square at your feet is the same, it is also a big banyan tree that gave birth to a muster many years ago, but the unknown beast head on it is also as imposing as the tattoos on everyone's body.

Walking in front of one of the pillars, Xiangli Qianrong flicked his fingers, and a drop of blood flew up, and the next moment it was all immersed in it and disappeared, leaving no trace.

Looking at Elder Qianrong's movements, several people were a little surprised, but they didn't ask anything, just stayed quietly and stared at the dragon pillar that had sucked essence blood, and their expressions were much more solemn than before.

With a faint sound like the friction of gold and stone, wisps of dark cyan smoke suddenly appeared from the body of the dragon pillar, if the monk saw these smokes, he would definitely exclaim, much stronger than those in the valley outside, not to mention the qi refining monk, it is the master of the foundation, when encountering this color of miasma, he will definitely turn his head and leave without saying a word, if he does not pay attention to being invaded, maybe only by cutting off flesh and bones can he have a chance to save his life.

None of these Xiangli clansmen showed nervous expressions, let alone turned around and left quickly, they still stood firmly in place, but their eyes were wider and their expressions more solemn.

It's not that they can already ignore such miasma, but it is clear that here, these miasma gases have no possibility of wreaking havoc, and the smoke that should have been scattered everywhere not only did not spread wantonly, but slowly unfolded like a painting scroll into a cyan curtain.

With the smoke swirling, the scene gradually appeared on the curtain, although there was no brilliant brilliance, only different shades of cyan, but it was enough to make people see, there was a wilderness in front of a mountain beam, and there was a slight bulge on the wilderness, like a tomb, not the place where there had been a shocking change in the sky.

As Elder Qianrong tapped the void, the scene on the blue screen changed, as if a person was swooping down from a high altitude, and the originally small black spots on the ground began to grow larger and clearer.