When Lingxiu stood under the green plum tree and looked back, the three thatched huts had been burned to the ground. There were only a few charcoal fires left on the ground, and a few wisps of green smoke wafting away.

Lingxiuzi looked at Hua Xiangrong lying on the ground again, her face was like ashes, her breath was weak, and the whole person was still hanging in one breath.

Even if she was really killed by Fang Yu, there would be no waves in his heart. However, it was indeed because of him, and if he didn't come here to drink, he wouldn't have had a conflict with Chen Guang and the others.

If you don't have a conflict with Chen Guang and them, you won't fight. Fang Yu in the back intervened, Fang Yu's killing ring, and Fang Yu's rage and rage, and it would not appear.

In a sense, it was indeed he who ruined her family, and it was he who made her suffer so much.

After thinking about it carefully, the spiritual cultivator has the feeling that I didn't kill Beren, but Beren died because of me.

Lingxiu leaned over and examined her body, and made sure that she was fine, just overly frightened.

Lingxiu slapped his head and groped in his arms excitedly.

After a few clicks, he took out a boxing book from his arms, and the three big characters of praying mantis boxing were written on it.

Lingxiuzi put the boxing book next to her, and said to himself: "You and I are in this world, and it is not easy for everyone. You are a woman, and it is even more difficult to settle down in this monster-infested place. If you want to protect something important, you have to become stronger. I have a book of mantis boxing here, so I'll leave it for you. In this small place, you just need to learn it, and it is more than enough to protect yourself. ”

After Lingxiuzi finished speaking, he got up and touched his slightly swollen belly, and said unsatisfactorily: "Good wine, your winemaking skills are really good, this is the best wine I have drunk in the past six months." ”

Ahh

Lingxiuzi glanced at the wine jar on the ground, and suddenly burped, he reluctantly waved goodbye: "Remember, you must live well, maybe I want to drink this taste of plum wine one day, and I will come back to you." ”

The wine here is gone, and there is no reason for the spiritual cultivator to stay here anymore. He hummed a song as he shook his head and walked slowly down the mountain.

Lingxiu walked all the way down the mountain and came to the Valley of the Dead Souls.

The valley is lush with grass, with occasional dotted trees. For a while, the spiritual cultivator did not know where to go, so he sat up on a big rock in the valley.

The purpose of his participation in the martial arts competition this time was for the coveted wine-white python gall wine.

If you want to drink this white python gall wine, you must kill the bhikkhu's spirit animal, the white python snake. However, if you want to get in touch with this white python snake, you must enter Storm City and go deep into the hinterland of Wanbaomen.

After thinking about it, the only way he can go now is to continue to participate in this martial arts competition.

However, the nearly twenty spirit rings he had worked so hard to obtain had already been destroyed by Fang Yu before.

The final round of eliminations is over in five days.

To pass the knockout round, you need to raise at least 15 points. Even in the best-case scenario, which means that he needs to find at least ten more people and defeat them one by one.

In addition, the five major competition areas have a vast area and complex terrain. In such a short period of time, how could he find so many people, how could he possibly grab enough spirit rings.

Even if he is a martial artist, if he wants to complete such a task, it is tantamount to a fool's dream.

The spiritual son really can't think of any way to solve this problem right away.

Lingxiu sat down on the stone with his body hunched up, he was in a depressed mood, and he gently rubbed his temples with his hand on his forehead.

Haw...

Whisper!!!

Lingxiuzi was in a bad mood, and even the grass cicada came to bully him.

In front of the big rock, there was a large ball of grass, and a grass cicada was singing on the blades of grass.

The grass cicada is a small species that is known, no more than half the size of a pea pod, and its body is covered in a green protective color, and its cry is as loud as a rooster's crowing.

Poof!

A green shadow landed quickly among the blades of grass, and a praying mantis, the size of a pea pod, flew out of the grass.

As soon as its feet were closed, its mouth opened and it bitten, and the cicada was silent. The praying mantis was content to hold the corpse of the grass cicada and gnawed on it with relish.

Tweeted!!!

While the praying mantis was enjoying its meal, a sparrow swooped down from a tall tree nearby. Its feet are like two indestructible iron claws, and it easily subdues the praying mantis.

"Praying mantis catching cicadas... The Yellow Sparrow is behind..."What happened in front of his eyes just now greatly shocked the soul of the spiritual cultivator.

"The Yellow Sparrow is behind?"

"The Yellow Sparrow is behind!"

The spiritual cultivator whispered, and suddenly a foolproof method emerged in his mind.

Since time is tight, plus points are hard to make. Instead of running around like a headless fly, it is better to come to a rabbit who waits for the rabbit, and he also learns how to catch cicadas from this yellow finch .

This place is the Valley of the Dead Souls, and it is said that there is a secret passage in the Valley of the Dead that leads to the ground. The five competition areas are vast, and the contestants are also randomly distributed during the period.

But in this area near the Valley of the Dead, there will definitely be players who will come to this area and try to pass this path and go back to the surface.

The policy was set, and the spiritual son jumped off the big rock. He carefully walked around behind the boulder and hid it, waiting for the other contestants to pass.

Don't say it, after three days of squatting and ambushing, the spiritual cultivator can be regarded as having enough points for the fifteen points.

Time was pressing, and the spiritual cultivator did not dare to linger longer, so he immediately went deep into the valley, eagerly searching for the entrance to the secret passage.

The spiritual cultivator heard from the monsters that there was a secret passage leading to the ground in this Valley of the Dead Soul, but where the secret passage was and where the entrance was, no one could tell clearly.

The spiritual cultivator walked through this valley several times, but still did not find the entrance to the secret passage.

He was a little tired, and sat on the grass, staring at the bare mountain wall.

Suddenly, on the top of the mountain wall, a large cloud of black gas rose up, covering the sky and the sun.

"Why did such a big cloud rise on this mountain for no reason? No, how could a dark cloud rise from the mountain?"

"That's not a dark cloud, that's a demon!" The same monster, the spiritual cultivator had already felt a certain familiar and unfamiliar aura from the black qi.

Lingxiu Zi reacted, and when he looked at the mountain wall again, the mountain wall quietly changed its appearance.

The originally bare mountain wall has turned into a slope full of green trees and lush vegetation.

The spiritual cultivator strode to the hillside, and he reached out and touched it, but he didn't feel the touch of the stone. The feeling of touching your hand is like touching a large surface of plastic film.

"Good fellow, it's an enchantment. If I hadn't stayed here for a long time, I guess I wouldn't have thought of getting out of here for the rest of my life!"

Yah!

Lingxiu screamed, he used his internal force, swung his fists, and slammed forward.