Lin Zhize carried two poisons along the winding foothills, shuttled through the dense jungle, and finally came to a canyon.

The terrain here is extremely hidden, and it is surrounded by poisonous insect forests, making it inaccessible to people, and it is indeed a good place for seclusion.

Lin Zhize raised his head slightly, his eyes swept around keenly, and after making sure that there was no change in the dark piles set up around, he stepped into the valley.

Walking through the narrow cavern, you will find a different world. From the bottom of the cliff, there is a peach orchard scenery of 100 zhang square yuan.

The mountain springs and flowing water, the birds singing and the fragrance of flowers make this small quiet place extremely warm.

It's just that Lin Zhize didn't seem to take all this to heart, his eyes swept over directly, staring at a dead branch that still had carbon ash left.

Lin Zhize stepped over the stream, reached out and grabbed a bamboo stick, and stabbed it through the head of the green snake, and then cut open the belly of the golden toad, took out the internal organs, and skewered it on the bamboo branch.

The two branches of the tree bear the bamboo branches and flip on the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound with the dark red charcoal fire.

Staring at the red flames, Lin Zhize felt an indescribable sense of unwillingness and loneliness in his heart.

He didn't know why he was so different, why he had a python spirit in his body, and the white-bearded old man who only had half of his soul left.

Regarding his life experience, he once tried to inquire about his fellow disciples, but he was very secretive when he recovered.

It seems that they are all banned for some reason.

This made Lin Zhize even more suspicious, but neither the master nor the master mentioned his life experience.

Lin Zhize is like an orphan without parents and relatives, and all he can remember in his memory is the picture of waking up in the hall.

Those white-bearded old men, as well as those eyes full of pity, all impressed Lin Zhize.

"I will definitely find them" This is Lin Zhize's inner obsession, an idea of trying to trace the roots.

Especially after he was regarded as a monster by countless Qingyun Altar disciples, he was even more eager to have a reasonable identity to prove that he was a human being like them.

People, who usually countless people don't bother to prove the title, but now it has become Lin Zhize's obsession.

He needs to prove himself with a reasonable identity, and he is not the python demon they say in their mouths.

"I'm not a demon, I'm a human" Lin Zhize clenched his fists suddenly, his arms burst out, and his mouth was biting and gurgling.

The handsome cheeks also became vicious from blood congestion.

Lin Zhize's face has changed a lot, a pair of sword eyebrows are obliquely raised into the sideburns, and the bridge of the nose is stiff, looking so strong and powerful. and the previous dignified appearance, Huzi has already judged the two of them.

"Boy, why bother with this, you just need to be yourself, don't be afraid of what others think of you" Just when Lin Zhize's eyes were wide open and full of anger, a vague shadow of an old man appeared at the core of his jet-black eyes.

For the old man in the Confucian shirt, Lin Zhize seemed to be unconscious, and he was still staring at the red charcoal.

The old man in the Confucian shirt continued to exhort, "You should be strong and take responsibility for yourself, old man..."

"Shut up" Lin Zhize didn't wait for the old man in the Confucian shirt to finish speaking, and then he stopped and said: "I don't like your way of doing things, and I don't want to be a big hero like what you say, I am Lin Zhize, not an immortal ancestor."

Lin Zhize's facial expression became extremely determined at this time, and it was obvious that the words of the old man in Confucian shirt seemed to have touched his bottom line.

"Boy, your talent and qualifications are good, but it's a pity that your heart is subject to the essence blood of the python, so you will become so violent and difficult to tame, why don't you follow the old man to practice the Jiuyang Tiangang Technique?" The old man in the Confucian shirt still persuaded unyieldingly.

Lin Zhize didn't bother to pay attention to him, and almost ignored his phantom.

The old man in the Confucian shirt continued to insist: "The Jiuyang Tiangang Recipe is the old man's enlightenment from the ancient innate Gang Qi fragments, although it cannot be compared with the real ancient Congenital Gang Qi fragments, but it is also enough to be proud of the world, and is respected by the Plane Alliance as the Taishang True Technique, boy, as long as you are willing to give up your obsession, the old man will personally teach you the Jiuyang Tiangang Recipe."

Regarding the words of the old man in the Confucian shirt, Lin Zhize's ears could hear the calluses, and he was not moved at all, and still set up a charcoal fire to continue the barbecue.

As for the words of the old man in the Confucian shirt, he has long been regarded as a deaf ear.

The old man in the Confucian shirt didn't know how long he was verbose, but in the end he didn't achieve his goal, so he sighed helplessly and gradually disappeared from Lin Zhize's eye sockets.

When the old man in the Confucian shirt left, Lin Zhize's eyes suddenly raised, and a trace of blood flashed in his dark eyes.

That's not a python's eye, it's a real human eye.

"What's going on?" Xiao Qi frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on Yi San's panicked cheeks.

"Master Qiqi, we have encountered a blood miasma, and we must change the course" Yi San's eyes were a little wandering, since the slave hire incident, Yi San would be inexplicably nervous and frightened when facing Xiao Qi, so he almost didn't dare to look at Xiao Qi's eyes.

"Blood miasma, what is that?" Xiao Qi asked rhetorically by staring at Yi San with a suspicious expression.

"The blood miasma is caused by an evil aura on the battlefield, and once a creature enters it, it will not be spared, so we must change the course," Yi San hurriedly explained.

"It's just changing the course, so why bother to enlighten me" Xiao Qi still asked Yi San with some doubts.

"Master, this is the Chenhuan area, once the course is changed, it will be impossible to determine the exact plane direction, maybe we..."

"What do you mean" Xiao Qi despised Yi San.

"Most likely... Yes... Trek" Yi San replied intermittently with a trembling voice.

"Trek" Xiao Qi frowned suddenly, he had also seen the camel's sailing record, and he also knew what it meant to be trek.

Especially on the battlefield, the spatial dimension changes are extremely unstable, and in the space-time region, once you get lost, it is equivalent to death.