"It's finally here, and this place hasn't changed, but I can't just go in like this!"

A day later, the exhausted Bingyan Zhenren came to a large primeval forest in the border area between Tianfu Province and Ancient Qin Province, and after seven turns and eight turns, he landed on a small mountain peak, looking at the boundless tall jungle shrouded in a strange pale green miasma in front of him, and groaned in his heart.

If you want to say that he himself is insidious and cunning, then the real person in the black prison he is about to visit is tyrannical and cruel, a typical evil style, for a little profit, he can deny his relatives, and he will turn his face when he says it, Bingyan doesn't want to be swallowed by him as soon as he enters.

Now the plan can only be pretending to be a big-tailed wolf.

Bing Yan silently took out the small box he took before leaving, which contained the storage bag when he was a real person in the Jindan period, and all the treasures were packed in it before sitting, but what made people headache was that a sealing talisman was pasted on the box, called "Transformation Thunder Injury Talisman", Jindan period cultivation is difficult to remove from the following, his current body, I am afraid that once he touches this talisman, he will be immediately struck by lightning into charcoal, it is really a bit of a cocoon.

However, he pasted it himself, and he always knew how to get a trick.

"Biyun, don't blame me, let me take some essence blood from you"

He summoned the Biyun Immortal Crane resting on the side, and then took a little essence blood from it, this Biyun Demon Beast also knew that the young man in front of him was its first owner hundreds of years ago, and he didn't struggle too much, but after being taken out of the essence blood, his breath had already withered most of it, and he couldn't stand steadily.

Fortunately, although this young man's body is extremely poor, he has a spiritual root.

After obtaining the demon beast essence blood, Bing Yan mobilized the faint mana that had just been refined in his body in the past two days, and made the demon beast essence blood into a blood talisman, and then bounced it onto the silver talisman on the box.

With a stabbing sound, a wisp of green smoke came out of the silver talisman, and a small piece of the surface of the original light was polluted by the blood talisman, and it was directly scrapped, and the dim color fell from the box on its own, which made Bingyan Zhenren feel distressed for a while.

Opening the box and taking out a delicate storage bag inside, he finally felt a little relieved.

Naturally, there is a ban on the mouth of the storage bag, but it is ordinary, because in his opinion, if someone can uncover the Thunder Talisman, it is useless to set up a layer of prohibition at the mouth of the bag, I saw him skillfully pinch his hand, and then pinch the bottom of the storage bag and pour, after a burst of light, there is a small pile of things under his feet.

He also wanted to leave his natal golden pill and natal magic weapon before he sat down, but these two treasures did not have mana to be assimilated all the time, and he couldn't escape the corrosion of the years, so he was ruthless, spent the golden pill yuan power and magic weapon vitality, and refined two rune treasures, one with one-tenth of the power of the original magic weapon, and the other with one-third of the power.

In addition to the two rune treasures, there were several bottles of precious pills, Bingyan poured out two on the spot, one to heal the wound and one to enhance the mana, but due to cultivation, he could only break off a quarter and swallow it, and the remaining three-quarters were given to the Biyun Immortal Crane to eat, and he finally felt a lot better.

The rest is just some materials that can still be seen, and that's it for the storage bag.

Three days later, Bing Yan, who was consciously prepared, stepped into this forest full of miasma.

In the center of the forest, it is a swampy place, layer after layer of stumps and leaves are stacked on top, the bottom has long been corrupted into one, from time to time you can also see the remains of various animals, the surrounding is full of a foul smell, the water color of each small puddle is black and green, lifeless, obviously it is hot summer at this time, but this place makes people feel the gust of wind here, the cold hair stands up, it is very uncomfortable, this is the rotten Ke swamp, the quiet place.

A shadow flashed, but it was a grouse that did not know where to fly out, but unfortunately landed on the edge of the swamp, instinctively made it feel that the ground under its feet was not good, and was about to flapp its wings and fly back, but it was firmly sucked by a strange suction, and the body sank, no matter how much it struggled, it was useless, and after a while, gurgling bubbles rose, and the grouse resurfaced, but only a few bones remained.

"It's really sad that the Black Prison is a master of the same period as a real person, but it has fallen to the current monster that is not human or ghost, and can only rely on animal flesh and blood."

Bingyan, who came to the edge of the swamp, shook his head secretly, sighed, and then said loudly: "Fellow Daoist of the Black Prison, my old friend has come to see you, why don't you come out and see you?"

The voice resounded in all directions, but there was no answer at all.

"Why, I've been buried in the ground for too long, and I don't dare to come out to see the day?" I wanted to discuss a great good thing with you, but since Daoist friends don't welcome it, I'll leave" Bingyan shouted again, and then waited calmly.

Sure enough, a moment later, a hoarse and deep man's voice suddenly sounded all around, as if his throat had been burned by fire.

"Slow, there are only five fingers of people who can know that the real person is here, plus this nasty tone, you are Bingyan, right? What's wrong, you are so down, you can only survive by taking away"

"Dao friendly eyesight, I am indeed taking away, but it is a distraction, the main soul is still good in the world, don't bother Dao friends" Bing Yan lied without changing his face.

"Hehe, when will the Jindan stage cultivator also be able to practice such a great divine power?Bingyan Daoist, don't tell me that you have cultivated to the Yuanying realm," the hoarse voice sneered.

"Daoist friends laughed, the aura of heaven and earth has been sharply reduced to such a ghost, how can I talk about the Yuanying realm? I just got a little chance, and I just happened to practice distraction" Bing Yan will not tell the big secret of the Purple Turin Tree.

"This opportunity is not small! Not only can you refine the distraction, but there is a faint treasure light on your body, and there must be a treasure with great power hidden on your body, Daoyou, you are willing to spend your blood, what, are you guarding against this real person?"

"Where, I'm just guarding against the unscrupulous people on the road, and I don't mean to target the black prison fellows."

"Haha, that's good, Daoist friends are coming from afar, the real people have to be entertained, please come to the underground palace, let's talk about the old days first, and then talk about business?"

Bingyan is really a fool to go, shook his head and said: "It's just a matter of reminiscing, or ask Daoyou to show up, I'll just say the right thing, it's done, if it doesn't work, I have to leave immediately, 100,000 urgent!"

The hoarse voice stopped talking, and after a long time, he suddenly sighed: "Bingyan Daoist still can't believe me, so let's just come out to see the world, the matter is really as important as you say, forget it, if you lie and deceive, hum..."

As soon as the words fell, the sludge on the surface of the swamp suddenly squirmed and rolled, accompanied by an even greater stench, a powerful spiritual pressure appeared out of thin air, the corners of Bingyan's eyes jumped, and he quietly pressed his hand on the storage bag on his waist.

"Alas, the aura is so weak!"

At this time, a large cloud of humanoid sludge rose dozens of meters away from Bing Yan, and other details could not be seen clearly, only the red and crazy eyes on the head, full of evil spirit, stared at Bing Yan and said such a sentence.

"yes, who said it wasn't?" Bingyan shook his head and echoed, "I came here to ask for help from fellow Black Prison Daoists, and that's why"

"Listen to the real people!" said the humanoid sludge coldly.

"Here's the thing, Daoyou also know that I created a sect at the time of the great change at the end of the law, called Shenyao Mountain, which has developed quite well for hundreds of years, although due to the limitation of longevity, I can only sit down, but by virtue of the chance that the soul is immortal, and I also cultivate the distraction, but the strength is extremely weak, so that I was secretly attacked by outsiders, not to mention the serious injury of the main soul, and it also occupied my foundation, so the main soul sent me here to invite the Taoist friends to counterattack back, after all, the strength of the Taoist friends was also outstanding among the Jindan real people back then, even if the cultivation is regressive now, but this outsider who forcibly occupies my foundation is at most the cultivation of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, As long as Daoyou is willing to agree to help, I can send half of the foundation of the Divine Medicine Mountain afterwards," Bingyan said half-truthfully.

"Hehe, I understand, but there are a few questions to ask Bingyan Daoist," the Black Prison snorted angrily.

"Please Say"

"First, no matter how weak the Taoist is, after all, there is a sect protection, and it is easy to be stolen by outsiders, how should the real person understand it?"

"It's that I don't say it in detail, but the real situation is like this, and Daoyou also know that now the aura of the world has been sharply reduced like this, and the cultivation of immortals has fallen into a state of decline, where can I cultivate any masters?

Bing Yan presented the words he had come up with.

"Even if what you say is true, this person is really a cultivator of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, then there must be power behind him, why should the real people bother to fight hard with others? Even if you win, half of your foundation is useless to me, Daoist friends should show some sincerity" The black prison looked like it was unprofitable and couldn't afford to be early.

"It seems that the Black Prison Daoist has been isolated from the world for too long, and he doesn't even know how the world is developing now" Bing Yan looked surprised.

"So what?" the Black Prison was displeased.