Fang Zheng held a compass in his hand, drove a small boat in the direction indicated by the pointer, and led Lin Hua and the others to the northeast direction where the aura was the strongest in the secret realm.

Song Yuanhe stood at the end of the boat, his hands propped up on the railing on the edge of the boat, raising his eyes and looking into the distance, the white clouds were ethereal, and the green peaks were like grass, hidden in them, hidden from time to time.

Just talking about himself, where did he have such an opportunity to travel in the clouds before? I don't have much money at all, let alone selling such a small boat that travels in the sky, even if it is some low-quality flying spirit weapons, it is only out of reach.

Therefore, Song Yuanhe, who was traveling in the sea of clouds like an immortal for the first time, looked at the great rivers and mountains in the secret realm at this moment, and felt relaxed and full of confidence.

Fang Zheng, who was standing at the bow of the boat, did not look back, looked at somewhere in front of him, and said with a smile: "We are almost there!" ”

When a few people behind him heard this, they turned their heads to look, and a rolling mountain range like a dragon and snake climbing the earth came into view. As the boat got closer, the mountain became more and more majestic.

When everyone approached this side, they all felt an invisible pressure, which was small but uncomfortable.

In addition, as qi refiners, they obviously felt that although the aura here was rich, it seemed to be mixed with some impurities, and they took a few breaths here, not only did they not have the feeling of spiritual extraction produced by refining qi into their bodies, but they had an inexplicable suppressive force on their own small world.

Except for two people, everyone didn't really like this place.

One of them was the only martial artist in the Yuxiao Sect who cultivated the true qi of the human body, Shi Kuan.

The other person turned out to be Song Yuanhe in the Diyuan realm. Song Yuanhe followed his fellow disciples to this place, but instead of feeling any discomfort, he was like a fish in water, so his complexion at this time was much better than that of Lin Hua and the others.

It's just that suddenly, Song Yuanhe's heart was like being pierced by an extremely sharp sword, and the pain of piercing the wrist bones pierced the heart, and the heart was painful, and his soul trembled.

Song Yuanhe's face turned pale in an instant, and he fell to the ground, his whole body curled up in a ball and kept rolling.

The surrounding Lin Hua and several people were startled when they saw this, thinking that Song Yuanhe had suffered a sneak attack, so they immediately became vigilant, staring at the surrounding environment cautiously, and their faces were nervous.

But Fang Zheng, who was standing at the bow of the boat, had the same face as usual, but his brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a little doubt in his eyes.

Doesn't it mean that the host of the soul parasitism will be unaware? What's going on here?

The rest of the people were vigilant for a long time, and when they saw that Fang Zheng, who had the highest realm, didn't react at all, they knew that they were making a fuss. Then they put away their parry posture, glanced at Song Yuanhe, who was still rolling all over the ground, and sneered, thinking that this guy would not have never seen such a strong aura, and he swallowed the cow with joy for a while, but he didn't expect to be affected by the impurities mixed in this aura, and the qi went wrong?

It's really a waste, no wonder I haven't been able to enter the inner door to practice. If it weren't for the shit luck this time, the old immortal of the Shinto Sect gave this guy a key with his brain cramps, otherwise, with his qualifications, where would he have such a good life to enter this secret realm.

The more Zhou Xin thought about it, the more angry he became, originally he had begged the master to let him give him the opportunity to enter the secret realm with this waste, anyway, Song Yuanhe was just an outer disciple, and he cultivated very early, but he was still staying in the Diyuan Realm at the age of half a hundred, even if he entered the secret realm to get the treasure, it would be a tyrannical thing, it was better to give it to himself, and then he could get it to his senior sister and get a set of close.

But I don't know which string in the old man's mind is wrong, and he actually scolded himself with his head and face, saying that he doesn't want to make progress every day, and only thinks about some male and female affairs, how can he climb the road? This time, if you can't borrow the rich aura in the secret realm to break through the realm, don't come back at all, and go outside to fend for yourself.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xin couldn't hold back his anger anymore, and raised a kick and kicked on the head of Song Yuanhe, who was still rolling on the ground.

Song Yuanhe's body, which had been twisting because of pain, suddenly stopped, and the whole person was still curled up, but on the face door covered by his hands, a pair of golden eyes were full of resentment and resentment, staring at Zhou Xin through his fingers.

"Yo, I'm getting bolder! Dare to stare at Lao Tzu like this? Zhou Xin didn't seem to notice Song Yuanhe's strangeness, and he was about to step on it when he raised his foot again.

"You don't have the ability to fart, bully an outer disciple to find a sense of existence, you are really a talent." Lin Hua crossed his arms around his chest, glanced at Zhou Xin, and his face was full of sarcasm.

Hearing this, Zhou Xin raised his eyebrows, his face was displeased, and he wanted to open his mouth to teach this newcomer a lesson, but he glanced at Fang Zheng who was standing at the bow of the boat, and finally dispelled this idea.

Now who in the Yuxiao Sect doesn't know that this person named Lin Hua is the descendant of Qinghua Mountain, and he is quite valued.

Zhou Xin was slandered, and he didn't dare to fight, so he took his anger out on Song Yuanhe again.

Fang Zheng turned his head and glanced at it, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, we will arrive at the destination soon, and there will be less moths." ”

Zhou Xin retracted his feet stupidly, and when the Xingyun boat landed on the rolling mountain range, Song Yuanhe finally returned to normal. He sat slumped on the ground, sweating profusely and his eyes blank, and it took him a while to recover.

The pain of drilling the wrist bones on the boat just now has finally disappeared, but the feeling of palpitations that followed is still there.

Song Yuanhe was shocked, the feeling of smug joy when he first entered the secret realm was gone, and now there was only fear left in his heart. Good luck really won't come to me, and it's only been a long time since I entered the secret realm before this strange thing happened.

Song Yuanhe only felt that he had no heart to continue to go down now, and he just wanted to leave here and return to the sect as soon as possible to be a salted fish, at least not to lose his life.

Song Yuanhe walked at the end tremblingly, and slowly distanced himself from the people in front of him, and when he raised his head to look ahead, he found that those fellow disciples had long since disappeared.

The branches and foliage in the woods are luxuriant, and the sunlight shines through the cracks in the middle of the canopy, and it is not easy to get a few rays of light in, so the light in the forest is not very good.

Song Yuanhe was timid, and when he saw that he was the only one left here, he inevitably panicked, and then he ran around like a headless fly, and walked in the woods in a daze for a long time, but he still couldn't find a way out. At this moment, the already slightly gloomy woods suddenly became angry with bursts of white mist, faintly strange sounds, like people whispering, and like strange beasts roaring angrily, like the evil ghosts in the forest written in market novels, coming from the depths of the fog, extremely cold and terrifying.

There was a black shadow several zhang long hovering in the mist, getting closer and closer to Song Yuanhe.

He finally heard the strange voice, a low-voiced being calling his name over and over again.

"Song Yuanhe..."

"Song, Yuan, and ......"

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On a path located at the top of the mountain, Lin Hua looked back at Song Yuanhe, who was following at the end of the line, only to see that the latter's head was lowered and he was walking in an extremely strange posture.

The limbs are stiff, as if the joints are frozen and unable to bend, and they look like the walking dead, and the posture is comical.

He had sensed something was wrong on the boat before, but he couldn't figure out what was weird.

I simply don't want to think about it, it's Lin Hua's consistent style to hang it high, not to mention that Song Yuanhe is just an anonymous disciple of the outer sect, and he is not qualified to let him worry about it.

So he turned his head and quickened his pace to keep up with the group.

Song Yuanhe, who fell behind, lowered his head, and a pair of silent eyes gradually oozed wisps of golden light, the golden light was dazzling but his eyes were indifferent, and even full of hatred. But when those eyes all turned pure gold, the corners of Song Yuanhe's mouth hooked up a strange arc.

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Zhang Fengmian and Liu Mang entered the heart of the real dragon.

Here is a small world opened up by the master with a secret method, surrounded by white mist, it is the true dragon itself contained in the avenue dragon qi condensation, is a rare treasure of luck.

And in the center of this small world, there is a cyan stone platform, on which a pair of glazed dry bones sits alone.

The heaven and earth are slightly white, and the glazed dry bones bloom with five-colored glow on their own, which is a sign that the cultivator has reached the stage of the Yuan Infant and has achieved success.

The glazed dry bones sat cross-legged on the bluestone, his hands folded in front of his abdomen, and two pills of different colors were held in the palms of his hands.

A golden light shines, I don't know how long it has been here, but the aura and Dao qi contained on it are still very strong. The other one is a turquoise bead, covered with irregular fine lines, like a river of mustard seeds circling on it, with rich water transportation, and a special aura that is very different from Dao Qi and Spiritual Qi.

Zhang Fengmian was about to ask, but Chaos explained in his heart: "One golden pill and one demon pill." Jin Dan is estimated to have been left by this dry bone sword cultivator before he died, and it has the Dao Qi and sword intent that he has cultivated in this life, and the grade is relatively high. Didn't the sword cultivator surnamed Xu before reach the bottleneck of the Tianyuan Realm? When the time comes, you will refine the Moon Lock, and then use this golden pill projection, I believe that the success rate of helping him to form a pill will be much greater. ”

"As for the demon pill at that moment, it must be the relic of the real dragon. Jiaolong belongs to the congenital hydrophilia, this demon pill is rich in water, if the person or demon who practices the water method can break the true dragon Dao meaning contained in it, it must be of great benefit. It's a pity that we haven't been exposed to water law cultivation, so it's a bit of a chicken for us. ”

After a pause, as if remembering some of the characteristics of the master, Chaos added: "Of course, this high-quality water attribute demon pill, if you put it on the market to sell, it can be sold for a sky-high price." ”

But when Zhang Fengmian heard this, his eyes didn't shine for the first time.

Zhang Fengmian pinched his chin and said, "This demon pill with water transportation can be given to Liu Mang." His mountain and river fan needs such a treasure rich in mountain and water luck to improve the rank. As for this golden pill, as you said, it can just be used to help Brother Xu marry the golden pill. And this pair of glazed bones, it should be the most valuable thing here. ”

Chaos nodded and said, "No, the bluestone under his ass is the best grinding stone for sharpening the blade." As for the broken natal sword beside him, if it weren't for the sword intent that wore out too much, it would also be a good baby. ”

Chaos looked at the rusty broken sword that lay horizontally on the side of the glazed bone, and sighed.

"But that doesn't affect the value of the bone. I haven't seen many such clear and clear glass skeletons, if this person hadn't died here, presumably the future Dao achievements would not be low. Tsk, it's a pity. ”

Chaos shook his head, inevitably feeling sad.

Zhang Fengmian probably held the attitude of the dead first, first made a big gift to the dry bones, and then put away the two golden pills and demon pills, and finally he stared at the glazed dry bones and was silent for a long time, and asked Chaos coldly, "Chaos, have you ever thought about getting rid of the spirit state and living this life as a thorough and pure cultivator?" ”

Chaos is worthy of being an innate true spirit that has existed for thousands of years, and he immediately understood what his master Zhang Fengmian meant, his expression was bright, but then it immediately dimmed.

"Are you trying to strip me of my spirit attributes and enter this glazed skeleton in a form similar to that of a living soul?" Chaos smiled helplessly and continued: "Not to mention how much heaven and earth treasure and energy it takes to refine a complete and flawless body; Just say that the two of us, the true spirit will not exceed the period of 10,000 years, this is my last life, so we have a death contract, if you want me to become an independent individual, you have to tear up the contract in advance. But in this way, because I am a spirit body, I will not be damaged in the slightest, but you are different, master, if you are not careful, your avenue will be cut off because of this, and the risk is too great. ”

Zhang Fengmian said with a smile: "I have seen the relevant content when I was looking through the refining secrets that Master left in the small world of the Ghost Gongqiu before. Refining things together is not just a simple sword-forging refiner, but those who have cultivated to the fullest can refine everything, and so can the soul. Although my cultivation is not high enough now, maybe I can really find that kind of cracking method in the future, and when the time comes, I will help you enter this shell, and we will no longer have to be commensurate as master and servant, and we will be Taoist friends at that time. You don't know, in fact, every time you call me master, I can get goosebumps all over my body, and I am uncomfortable to death, so it is better to be commensurate with Taoist friends. ”

Chaos looked at the young man beside him, full of spirit, and his smile was like a warm spring breeze, which warmed people's hearts.