Fan Mengqing didn't speak, and Wang Chuan had no choice but to keep walking down by himself.

As he continued to go down, the surroundings became colder and colder, just like Fan Mengqing's face.

Coupled with Fan Mengqing following behind, Wang Chuan's back was cold and a little numb.

Still, they are still on the dead wood, and there is no end in sight.

The surroundings were gradually shrouded in a thick layer of fog, and it was impossible to see what was below.

And the light is also getting darker, and the dead wood that is a little farther away has been drowned in the darkness.

Looking back now, it's a little unrealistic, and there is Fan Mengqing here, if she doesn't look back, Wang Chuan can only go forward, or block her.

The dead wood was too short for two people to stand together.

Only one person is fine, advance and retreat at will, but two people together, unless they agree, otherwise they are in a dilemma.

There was no way, Wang Chuan could only go forward.

Suddenly, from the thick fog, a shrill chirp sounded.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, Wang Chuan squinted his eyes and stared at the thick fog, knowing that there were demon beasts hidden in it.

But in this situation, it is difficult to deal with any demon beast.

Standing on the dead wood, he can't flexibly deal with the attack of the demon beast, and he will fall into the pit if he is not careful.

Holding the hilt of the sword, Wang Chuan walked down cautiously.

Behind her, Fan Mengqing also knew the current situation, and the aura lingered on her fingers.

It's just that her aura is a bright red, and it doesn't look like an aura, but like blood.

Wang Chuan didn't care about her aura now, he just stared at the dense fog and waited for it.

In the thick fog, another chirp was heard, and then, a black mass rolled in mid-air.

Wang Chuan, who had excellent perception, recognized at a glance that the black thing was composed of countless jet-black birds the size of a fist.

The bird was like a miniature version of a crow, pitch black.

However, their name is not a crow, but a scavenging bird.

Scavenging birds appear in groups and live on carrion, and generally do not attack humans or animals.

Only in case of extreme hunger will they attack.

Seeing a group of scavenging birds with red eyes, Wang Chuan knew that these scavenging birds hadn't eaten for a long time.

What should come is still coming, Wang Chuan didn't dare to be careless, and pulled out the Spirit Wind Sword.

Even if they are scavenging birds, most of them only have fourth-order strength.

When the scavenging birds saw Wang Chuan and the two, they let out a sharp chirp, and then they all besieged the two.

Wang Chuan immediately made a move, pointing at the scavenging birds, and eight wind blades appeared around, strangling towards the birds.

However, the effect is mediocre.

The scavenging bird is too small to be dodged by the wind blade as soon as it is about to touch it.

Of course, the sharp breeze brought out by the wind blade still killed several scavenging birds and fell into the pit.

Eight wind blades scattered the birds, and in an instant, they were surrounded again.

The scavenging birds have already arrived in front of him, and the effect of the wind blade is not great, Wang Chuan waved the spirit wind sword, and constantly responded with swordsmanship.

Beside him, Fan Mengqing was also constantly attacking the scavenging birds, and the blood-red aura on his hands continued to condense red needles and pale hands, throwing them out.

A needle can kill a scavenging bird.

With this martial art, the scavenging bird can't get close to Fan Mengqing.

Wang Chuan's swordsmanship did not have such a good effect, after all, even if he killed the carrion bird faster, it would not be faster than a steady stream of flying needles.

However, with the body of copper skin and iron bones, the scavenging bird will not cause him much harm even if he is close.

It's just that in this case, there is no way to move forward.

Seeing that the scavenger could not attack the two of them for a long time, the scavenger simply gave up the attack and went directly towards the dead wood under the feet of the two people.

Not only the foot, but also the dead wood in front of it was topped by the scavenging bird.

The dead wood, which could withstand the weight of two people, but could not withstand the beak of the scavenging bird, was disconnected from the middle with a slight stroke.

Wang Chuan and Fan Mengqing had no choice, and it was too late to stop them.

Fan Mengqing's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she turned around to turn back.

However, as soon as one foot stepped on the way back, the dead wood was directly disconnected.

This is a path that can only move forward, not backwards.

The dead wood under his feet broke, and Fan Mengqing fell into the pit in an instant.

Wang Chuan's eyes were quick, and he stopped his waist and did not let him fall.

It was cold at the beginning, and it didn't feel like holding a woman, like holding a piece of ice.

As soon as this feeling appeared, there was a burst of emptiness under my feet.

But the dead wood under his feet was also pecked off by the scavenging birds.

In front of him, ten pieces of dead wood have been broken, unless Wang Chuan can fly, otherwise he can't pass at all.

As for the body, I can't walk at all.

Drawing the sword, he wanted to plunge into the cliff to cushion it slightly, but he found that with the sharpness of the Spirit Wind Sword, he couldn't leave a gap on it.

There was no other way, Wang Chuan and Fan Mengqing could only fall into the pit together.

......

Falling into the pit, Wang Chuan lost consciousness and only felt his head resting on a piece of soft ice.

It feels good, but it's a little cold and biting, and it's not comfortable.

"Wait, soft ice?" Wang Chuan instantly realized that something was wrong, and sat up directly.

Looking around, he was not dead, and there was a soft grass under his feet.

It's just that the surrounding light is extremely dim, and you can only see the distance ten steps in front of you.

Farther away, it's gray.

Surprisingly, there is an abundance of aura here, which is simply incomparable to the outside.

The aura here is much richer than the aura in Cangcheng, and if you cultivate here, you will get twice the result with half the effort.

Of course, it was impossible for him to waste his time on cultivation.

It was only ten days to enter the secret realm, and now nearly a day has passed.

"This is the bottom of a deep pit, it's good luck, it's okay to fall so high. Wang Chuan muttered to himself.

Turning his head to look behind him, the same was true, on the ground, Fan Mengqing was lying quietly.

Only then did Wang Chuan react, and the position where his head was resting just now was on Fan Mengqing's thigh.

"No wonder it's cold. After complaining in his heart, Wang Chuan approached and looked at Fan Mengqing, who was lying on the ground, like a sleeping beauty.

Fan Mengqing didn't wake up, and Wang Chuan didn't leave, just guarded.

After all, people's thighs are also used as pillows by themselves, and it is impossible to leave like this.

But so close, Wang Chuan looked at Fan Mengqing, and really admitted in his heart that she was beautiful.

Just looks, of course.

Swinging his sword and stabbing a approaching sand scorpion to death, Wang Chuan picked it up, but there was something strange in his heart.

"No, it's not sand, why are there sand scorpions?"

"It's a cave scorpion. Suddenly, a cold voice rang out.

turned his head to look, but it was Fan Mengqing who had woken up.

The first time he heard her say so many words, Wang Chuan was surprised.

Soon, though, attention was drawn to the cave scorpion in his hand.

Cave scorpions and sand scorpions are extremely similar, and when the two types of scorpions are put together, it is difficult for even people who have been dealing with scorpions for many years to distinguish them.

In fact, the way to distinguish is not difficult, you only need to let the two scorpions sting once, and you will know.

Cave scorpions have venomous tails, while sand scorpions do not.

In this regard, Wang Chuan was also very curious about how Fan Mengqing distinguished the two kinds of scorpions.

"Here, there is no sand. As if seeing through Wang Chuan's question, Fan Mengqing pointed to the ground and said coldly.

At this time, Wang Chuan reacted and looked at the ground.

On the ground, the grass is green and the land is moist, not at all like sandy land.

It's not even sandy land, so how can there be sand scorpions?

"It's aura, it's weird. Fan Mengqing stood up and explored around.

Wang Chuan threw the cave scorpion into the Qiankun bag and followed Fan Mengqing.

"I can't believe you would say so much. ”

Hearing this, Fan Mengqing frowned, but did not answer Wang Chuan.

Seeing that she had no interest in speaking at all, Wang Chuan shrugged his shoulders and gave up his intention to talk, and also explored around.

Suddenly, on the dark ground not far away, a glimmer of light flashed.

Both of them noticed the glimmer of light, looked at each other, did not speak, and approached the shimmer.

As I got closer, I finally saw what the glimmer was.

"It's actually a hundred-year-old fluorescent mushroom!" Wang Chuan was surprised.

Glowing mushrooms are of no use to many monks.

Because for the monks, there is no direct promotion at all, and there is even the opposite effect.

But the glowing mushroom is a priceless treasure for alchemists.

In the hands of the alchemist, the glowing mushroom can increase the number of lines in the elixir, so that there are fewer impurities in the elixir.

This effect makes all alchemists rush to it.

Who doesn't want less impurities and more lines in the elixir?

The most important thing is that the glowing mushroom can only survive in dark and damp caves, which are either entrenched by demon beasts or deep in the mountains, which are difficult to find.

Therefore, the price of 100-year-old fluorescent mushrooms is extremely expensive.

Wang Chuan is not an alchemist, and the fluorescent mushroom is just silver in front of him.

On the side, Fan Mengqing thought the same.

The two almost shot together, competing for the glowing mushrooms.

Anyway, there is no friendship, and it doesn't hurt to make a move.

A blood-red needle quietly flew out of Fan Mengqing's finger, and it was extremely difficult to find at the bottom of the slightly dim pit.

Wang Chuan, who was always paying attention to the other party's movements, naturally also noticed the red needle, raised the Spirit Wind Sword, and blocked it.

Fan Mengqing's aura needle, as if it had a corrosive effect, fell on the Spirit Wind Sword, emitting a puff of white smoke.

Fortunately, the Spirit Wind Sword was a low-level spirit soldier and was not damaged, otherwise Wang Chuan would have felt distressed for a while.

The other party made a move, Wang Chuan couldn't fall behind, stretched out his hand a little Fan Mengqing, and in an instant, two wind blades stopped in front of him.

Fan Mengqing was just about to resist, when suddenly, from the direction of the glowing mushroom, there was a roar.

Immediately afterward, a long snake with its hands together exposed half of its body in the darkness.

The long snake that appeared was forced to make the two of them stop and look at the long snake.

The snake, with its cyan scales, blood-red eyes, and the sharp fangs that occasionally bared when it spits out snake letters, all speak of its strength.

Generally speaking, there will be demon beasts guarding around the heavenly and earthly treasures, but Wang Chuan didn't expect that there would also be demon beasts guarding the bottom of the deep pit.

And it's such a powerful monster.

"This is, the blue-scaled red-eyed snake?"

Fan Mengqing stood aside, with a dignified look in her eyes, and nodded.