Thank you very much for the box hole (17520), the fragments of the afterlife, and the tips of Diet Coke and beer

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After settling down, Mo Feng carefully stepped on his feet, then picked up an egg-sized stone and threw it towards the valley not far away.

Something strange happened, in Mo Feng's horrified gaze, as soon as the stone hit the ground, it quickly sank down, and within a few seconds, the stone was completely gone.

Swamp. Looking at the brown carpet-like grass in the valley, Mo Feng couldn't help but gasp, how should this be.

Since he came, he couldn't go back like this, not to mention, if the toxicity of Wu Lingzhi was not solved, Ling Xuexian's busy work during this period of time would become meaningless, and most importantly, if the crisis of the Ling family could not be solved within half a year, Ling Xuexian's situation would become very bad, not to mention the Zhu family, which was in urgent need of funds.

At this moment, the dead branch was gone, and there was no way, so the unwilling Mo Feng pulled out the sapper shovel again, stretched the telescopic handle, and walked tentatively.

With a keen perception of danger and the sapper shovel in his hand, it took Mo Feng an hour to advance a hundred meters without danger, during which Mo Feng encountered at least seven swamp pits, and even almost sank his left foot into it once.

At this time, due to the terrain, Mo Feng can no longer see the valley mouth when he came, the cliffs on both sides have been raised to about fifty meters, although it is just two o'clock in the afternoon, but nearly half of the valley floor has been shrouded in the shadow of the cliff, there is no sunlight, and the temperature has dropped a lot.

Fortunately, Mo Feng was not without harvest, and along the way, he found many strains of Wulingzhi in the grass, especially the further down the valley, the more strains there were. If nothing else, tomorrow spring the black lingzhi here will be all over the place.

This discovery was definitely a surprise to Mo Feng, he knew from the information that there was a black lingzhi in the valley, and he also came to it this time, but Mo Feng never expected that this valley would be a swamp and a dead land, let alone that there would be so many strains of black lingzhi. Looking at this situation, there will be more in the valley.

It seems that there is no need to go anywhere else, and the problem of raw materials for Yuqingshuang should be solved in this valley.

Mo Feng, who was excited, decided to explore the bottom of this valley, and with his keen sense and agile skills, he slowly advanced forward about fifty meters, and as expected, the density of the distribution of Wu Lingzhi here was at least twice as much as just now.

It's gone, it's really done. At this time, Mo Feng, who was extremely excited, couldn't wait to roar a few times to vent the excitement in his heart.

It is a soft-bodied plant that is not as hard as the wood reishi, and the growth cycle is from November to May of the first year. It begins to wilt in June, and after a rainy season, it all rots, leaving only the seeds to sprout again at the end of the year.

There are two reasons why there are so many black lingzhi in the demon valley, one is that the toxic side effects of black lingzhi cannot be removed, and the 30% chance of skin hardening is daunting.

The second and most important reason is that the swamps and miasma that dot the valley of the Demon Valley have turned the valley floor into a veritable place of death, and no one wants to risk their lives to come here to pick the chicken-ribbed black reishi.

It was already half past three in the afternoon, and the light in the valley was gradually dimming. When Mo Feng was about to go forward for a while, a strange smell suddenly entered Mo Feng's nose.

Mo Feng just wanted to figure out where this strange smell came from. A strong feeling of dizziness suddenly came from his mind, and then his brain also became a little drowsy, and for a while, Mo Feng felt that the entire valley was turning, so frightened that he hurriedly sapped the sapper shovel on the ground to stabilize his shaky body.

Just as Mo Feng had just stabilized his body, a cool feeling suddenly came from the originally solidified veins of the Dantian Qi Sea Acupoint.

Meanwhile. The Eight Pulse Technique that Mo Feng had practiced since he was a child also began to operate automatically, and when this incomparably cool air flow came to Mo Feng's brain with the operation of the Eight Pulse Formula, the previous feeling of dizziness quickly dissipated, and in a moment, Mo Feng's mind regained its clarity.

Could it be that he was poisoned? Mo Feng, who came to his senses, raised his eyes and began to scan around. When his gaze fell on the depths of the valley in front of him, a thick look of horror suddenly appeared on his face.

At this time, about a hundred meters away from where Mo Feng was standing, a faint colored mist rose at some point, and the clouds covered the entire valley like a colorful glow, setting off the originally desolate valley like a dream.

"Miasma!" A word suddenly flashed in Mo Feng's mind, looking at the miasma that was rolling towards the place where Mo Feng was standing, Mo Feng no longer hesitated, and carried the sapper shovel along the mark left when he came over and retreated towards the valley mouth.

Thanks to the fact that Mo Feng dug the marker with the sapper shovel with every step he took just now, otherwise, if he was as fast as he came, he would definitely not be able to run to the valley mouth more than two hundred meters away before the miasma arrived.

Even so, when Mo Feng arrived at the location where he caught the golden toad, he was also a little confused, the distance of nearly 100 meters from the valley mouth was not a mark, although nothing happened when he came over, but Mo Feng could only attribute these to his own good luck, this section of the valley mouth must also have a swamp pit, but he didn't touch it.

At this time, the miasma was already approaching Mo Feng less than fifty meters, and at this speed, it would not take more than three minutes to devour Mo Feng at most.

In a hurry, Mo Feng dug a few egg-sized stones from the shovel from under his feet, and then threw one every two meters or so, after five or six stones were thrown, two of them quickly sank, scaring Mo Feng into a cold sweat, and under the defenselessness, if he fell, even if his skills were better than ordinary people, I am afraid that he would have to toss.

Time waits for no one, Mo Feng first inserted a sapper shovel into the nearest stone to him, and only after finding out that it was on the ground did he tentatively jump over.

It's okay at close range, but some sapper shovels that are two or three meters away are beyond the reach of the whip, at this time the miasma is less than forty meters away from him, and the stench of the miasma is getting stronger and stronger, if it weren't for taking a pill to avoid miasma, plus the cool qi in the body has been decomposing the miasma that was inhaled into Mo Feng's body, I am afraid that Mo Feng would have fallen down because of poisoning.

No, the speed is too slow, and the miasma will be forced in two minutes at most, so you can only gamble.

Mo Feng quickly dug a few slightly larger gravels from the ground and held them in his arms, and then jumped towards the stone two meters away.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Feng threw the stones in his arms at intervals, jumped to a safe place, and then found the next place to stay. (To be continued......)