After Luo Yan recognized that they were the disciples of Bihai Pavilion, he hurriedly took out seven clovers, first gave one to the burly young man, and then stuffed one into each of the six unconscious people's mouths, and then sent luck into their stomachs.

Seeing that the woman who had been most poisoned was in tatters, he covered her with a robe of his own.

When the burly young man saw that this grass could dispel the dense fog, he swallowed it in one gulp and refined it by himself.

After a cup of tea, everyone had woken up and their injuries had begun to recover.

The burly young man first thanked Luo Yan and said: "Ding Shengkun, a disciple in the Lower Bihai Pavilion, thank you senior brother for your help, dare to ask your senior brother's name, and wait for me to go out to report to the master, and then go to Tianlingmen to thank you." ”

Luo Yan smiled and said: "In Xia Luoyan, there is no need to say thank you, we are already very good friends, and we should help each other in times of crisis." ”

At this time, the other six people also looked at Luo Yan, and they were all surprised to see that his cultivation had just broken through the ninth layer of Qi cultivation, and he was able to dispel the purple mist beside him.

Luo Yan looked at their surprised eyes, and said with a slight smile: "Let's hurry up and recover from our injuries, there is poisonous fog everywhere here, we better leave as soon as possible." ”

After hearing this, the seven people felt reasonable, so they immediately adjusted.

Half an hour later, their injuries were no longer serious, Luo Yan took out two more clovers, handed them to Ding Shengkun and the most seriously injured woman, and then said:

"This grass can dispel the poisonous mist here, I will take one and walk in the front, Senior Brother Ding, you take one and walk in the end, and this junior sister will walk in the middle, so that we can ensure that we are not eroded by the poisonous mist to the greatest extent." ”

After Ding Shengkun and Song Jiayu took over the spirit grass, they acted according to Luo Yan's arrangement.

Ding Shengkun put away the spirit boat, and everyone lined up and walked forward under the leadership of Luo Yan.

During the conversation, Luo Yan learned that the luck of these people in Bihai Pavilion was relatively good, and after being passed in, nine of them all fell in one place, but one of the disciples unfortunately fell when passing through the Demon Wolf Grassland.

Afterwards, instead of touching the boneyard, they entered a desert and were swept away by a sandstorm.

The remaining seven people wanted to take the flying boat through the colorful forest, but for some reason, they flew halfway, and the spirit boat fell headlong.

Their experience also proves once again that what the Golden Bone Man said is true, and the people who enter the secret realm will have different encounters, and the places they can go will also vary from person to person.

Soon more than ten days passed, and after getting acquainted, there were more words between them, and the original two restrained female disciples slowly let go, chattering like birds and birds when they were happy, and picking the strange flowers and plants on the side of the road when they encountered them.

Maybe they were lucky, they actually came across two jade spirit fruits in the forest, Luo Yan accepted one and gave the other one to the people of Bihai Pavilion.

After walking for a few more days, the purple mist gradually began to dissipate, and finally disappeared completely, so that they could be regarded as walking out of the colorful forest.

When parting, Ding Shengkun gave a Qiankun bag to Luo Yan, and then the two sides walked separately in the direction they were going.

After Luo Yan climbed over a mountain peak, he felt that the front was getting hotter and hotter, he first took off his purple robe, and after walking for a while, he also took off his coat and walked shirtless.

The temperature in front of him continued to rise, and in the distance he saw red clouds rising, and when he got closer, he found that there was a river there, and in it flowed a crimson liquid, as hot as magma, and those red clouds were formed by the splashing of this liquid.

The width of this river is about 100 zhang, the depth can not be judged, thousands of meters away from here, there is a pontoon bridge faintly.

Luo Yan came to the head of the bridge and found that the bridge was pulled horizontally by two cable chains of unknown material, and there were strip-shaped stone slabs on it, and the slate was about one meter apart from each other.

Standing on the first stone slab, he felt relatively stable, so he jumped on the second one, feeling the pontoon sway slightly, and then go back, with each jump, the shaking will intensify a little.

When he was halfway there, a red vine suddenly stretched out from the liquid below, grabbing Luo Yan's feet like a human hand and pulling him down.

Luo Yan hurriedly slashed with his sword, and the broken vines let out a baby-like cry.

After that, every time he moved forward a stone slab, the red vines below multiplied, and he could no longer cut it with his sword, so he had to cast ten directions of thunder.

The vines that were struck by the thunder rose up with golden flames, which made people feel terrified to watch.

When he was less than a hundred feet away from the other side, the surging vines suddenly formed a huge blood-colored demon in front of him, and he grabbed this side with thunder and lightning.

Luo Yan was startled, and the Golden Sword Holy Spirit Finger instantly emitted, leaving a large hole in front of the blood-colored demon, and he fell into the river with the remnants of his body, and the hands he grabbed also scattered.

Luo Yan jumped again and jumped to the next stone slab, but when he fell, he only heard a crisp sound of "pop", the stone slab under his feet broke in response, and his feet fell towards the river.

He hurriedly grabbed it with both hands, grabbed a rope chain next to him, and suspended his body in the air.

At this moment, two thick blood vines stretched out from the surface of the river and wrapped around his feet, and the blood-colored demon that had been scattered appeared on the bridge at this moment, raised his foot and stepped on the back of his hand, and a sharp pain entered his mind.

After more than a dozen consecutive blows, the pain in his heart finally made his hands numb, his bent fingers gradually loosened, and his body fell into the scorching river.

In an instant, Luo Yan felt that his body was about to melt, and his soul struggled violently to leave his body.

As he sank, his skin had begun to melt, and the hot red current had completely submerged his body.

Before he lost the last trace of clarity, he took the jade spirit fruit, and then felt his body go with the rolling water.

When he regained consciousness again, he found himself lying next to a spring that was three points similar to the one under the Qingling Stream, and five points the same as the one in the Lock Immortal Valley.

The dense aura rising from the spring permeated the surroundings, forming tiny droplets.

Looking at the aura in the near distance and the flowers blooming and butterflies dancing in the distance, Luo Yan didn't know where this was.

He stood up and walked forward, only to see the scene around him move with him, and he stopped, and the scene froze.

No matter how he goes, he can't leave this world.

After a few attempts, he completely gave up the idea of going out, sat down on the ground, and rested on the spot.

Faintly, he felt that the Holy Yan Golden Fan Immortal Essence in his body was a little restless, and it seemed to be about to work automatically, so he sat cross-legged and began to take the initiative to cultivate.