Seeing Luo Qingyin looking at the moth thoughtfully, Jimo Wuxin explained: "As long as you are bitten out of the wound by the moth, it will bleed nonstop, and it is not far from slowly dying." ”

"Thank you." Luo Qingyin took out a bottle of Baicao wine from the ring and handed it to him, turned around and left, and the red clothes drew a dazzling arc.

"Wait!"

Luo Qingyin looked back: "What?" ”

"Here you go." Jimo Wuxin took out a black brocade bag from the ring and threw it to her, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips that had lost his blood, "With it, most poisonous snakes and mosquitoes will avoid you." ”

That's good stuff!

With a flash of light in his eyes, Luo Qingyin happily accepted the bag with a hint of strange taste, lightly stepped down, jumped up, and disappeared into the chaos of stones in three times and two times.

However, she didn't go far, but found a secret place to hide her figure, pulled out the blue water spirit sword, cut off the corner of her skirt with a thread, and handed it to Lei Yan: "Good, hide the cloth horn in a place where fierce beasts gather." ”

Lei Yan howled dissatisfiedly: "Whew! ”

If you don't let it shoot in the battle just now, forget it, and call it to run errands.

It's a seven-grade atavistic spirit beast, and it's too big and useless!

Luo Qingyin glanced at it lightly: "To go or not to go?" ”

Lei Yan reluctantly shook the hair on his body, grabbed the corner of the cloth, and burst out from between the boulders, turning into a red streamer and disappearing between heaven and earth.

The stalker behind the boulder immediately chased in the direction of Lei Yan.

The leg that had been bitten out by the moth continued to spill fresh blood as he ran.

Luo Qingyin looked at the man's pale face, his eyes flashed a little cold, dare to stare at her? Scold......

After sitting quietly behind the boulder for a while, and after making sure that there was no one around, Luo Qingyin emerged from the boulder and swept towards the depths of the Valley of Trials.

Time is precious, and she has no leisure to play with Gong Danting.

The deeper you go, the deeper the terrain, the fewer traces left by the candidates, and the heavier the ferocious aura left by the ancient battlefield.

When people walk inside, they seem to be walking in the sword formation of sword intent, and their minds are a little worse, their faces turn pale, their legs are weak, and they are afraid that they will not even be able to stand on their feet in battle.

The cultivation of the candidates who went to the Valley of Trials was basically between the eighth order of the martial artist and the fifth order of the martial artist, they were under the age of fifteen, they had just come out of their homes, they lacked experience, and their state of mind and spirit were not yet strong, so they did not dare to come to this kind of place at all.

Luo Qingyin is different.

Not to mention everything she experienced in her previous life, this month's experience alone is enough for her to not change her color in this way.

Concentrating and closing his eyes, Luo Qingyin used his divine sense to explore the place where the fierce aura was most strong, and moved forward step by step.

Sensing that something was wrong ahead, Luo Qingyin suddenly opened his eyes.

By some point, she was standing in front of a very wide lake.

The lake is as clear as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and a breeze blows through the lake, rippling with ripples.

But under the influence of the ferocious aura, there was no grass nearby, and even birds and beasts did not dare to approach.

In fact, the lake is not the place where the evil atmosphere is the heaviest.

The heaviest place was on the fallen cliff across the lake.

The cliff that is dozens of feet long is very flat, and it is full of knife edge cuts, but nearly half of it is sunk in the lake, and the whole picture cannot be seen.

Rao is like this, it is enough to make Luo Qingyin deeply shocked.

His eyes fell on the cliff, Luo Qingyin seemed to see the ancient battlefield with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, even the sunset was stained red with blood, the wind was raging, the swords and swords were shadows, and the flesh and blood were flying.

Mao Dun Literature