The ground was slippery and muddy, littered with grayish-yellow ground-hugging moss, and creeping, lifeless, low shrubs. The dim light and the smell of decay added a haze to the hearts of the people who went deep into the place.

The team of the Spirit Cage Chamber of Commerce has just experienced a big battle, a big battle with the remnants of the night owl.

"I didn't expect that it was not one of the three ancient demons, the remnant soul of the night owl was so difficult, and I didn't know how Yuan Chu was included in his body back then. It was Chen Xuanqing, a ground-level healing monk in the team, who was now condensing a condensed crystal green light in his hand, covering his left arm, where a strange black feather had just been forcibly removed.

Liao Shencang, who was close to him, didn't say a word, his cultivation had already recovered, but the injuries on his body were more serious than Chen Xuanqing, who often stayed outside the field for treatment and blessing, not only on his arms, but also on his back, there were three scars dripping with black blood that had not yet dried up, all of which were caused by the strange feathers released by the remnant soul of the night owl.

A fairly intact feather was pinched in his hand, and when he looked closely, the strange black qi in the feather tube had already dissipated, and this black feather had become bland, not even a first-order material.

Liao Shencang threw this useless feather with his hand, and the golden light that flew away quickly before the death of the remnant soul of the night owl appeared in his heart again, this is already the second time to enter the valley, the first time happened when the phoenix was trapped, but the signs were not obvious at that time, it was just a fleeting golden red light, mixed with the flames of the immortal phoenix struggling and churning, and it was not obvious.

What is it?

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't get an answer, the only thing that was the same was that in the two battles, the left envoy Qiu Nanjia used the strange black qi on the demon frog Taibao, perhaps, this was a breakthrough to find the reason.

However, the clue was cut off like this, because whether it was Taibao or that black gas, he had no permission to contact it at all.

Liao Shencang looked at the loot that had not been put away on the side, it was a foot-long black and gold night owl tail feather, and he was speechless for a long time. He didn't let Chen Xuanqing treat himself, judging from the effect of that green light, it would take at least an hour to completely heal a wound, and right now, he was obviously not the most seriously injured, with his ground-level cultivation, even if he was not treated, after three days, the wound would basically heal.

A slightly chubby Xuan-level monk was lying not far away, his breath was weak, and there were at least twenty black feathers on his body, and another monk who had just plucked the feathers on his body was trying to help him.

"It's the same with unplugging. Liao Shencang looked at this monk and said bluntly, this monk seems to have little time, unless Chen Xuanqing gives priority to treating him regardless of the loss of spiritual power, but most of them will also lose their ability to fight.

"What's your last word?"

Behind Liao Shencang, the left envoy Qiu Nanjia walked over, unlike the others, she didn't have any scars on her body, but her pale face showed that her spiritual power was also empty. In fact, if Fang Cai didn't have her help, all the Xuan-level monks might have died here, or they would have more feathers stuck in their bodies.

"I want to live. The chubby monk barely turned his head, and a few of the feathers on his back pierced deeper, and his countenance distorted as a result.

"What's your last word?"

The woman asked again, her gaze cold, as if unmoved by the monk's plea.

The chubby monk's eyes were blank, and after a moment, he seemed to realize something, and with the last of his strength, he shouted, "Qiu Nanjia, you crazy woman, I don't want to die! I don't want to die-" He forcibly turned his head and stared at the face of the Zuo Envoy, whose name he only knew, a face he had never looked at carefully, and before he died, he had to remember the face of this mad woman who was usually afraid.

The bare skin on his body festered rapidly, as if it had been wounded by heat poison, and melted into one with the already bloody wound, and the sharp pain made his already somewhat stiff body curl up, and his throat kept moaning in pain, as if he was complaining in pain, and as if he was cursing.

Burst!

Liao Shencang plunged a magic sword straight into his heart, his blood gushing, and his twisted and struggling figure quickly stopped, and there was no more sound.

"You should give him a good time, although in order to continue to move forward, there must be sacrifices, but Lord Zuo, I don't like what you have just done!"

"Did you think the same way when you killed Tu Bao?"

"He's a former companion of ours, it's different. ”

"Oh. Qiu Nanjia turned his head, and the golden light around his dark eyes quickly dissipated, "Pay attention to your identity." ”

She no longer paid attention to Liao Shencang, but looked at the four Xuan-level monks who didn't dare to look up at her on the side, "Treat the wounds, recover the spiritual power, let's set off in two hours!"

............

I've been here before.

This was the first thought in Han Li's heart, and then, this idea was diluted by a few people who quickly followed behind him, after going deep into this area full of barren grass and low shrubs, this team of Chixia Sect had a very bad luck, and he never encountered any lone monk again, but he saw Chu Anlan controlling the flying sword and swaggering from the sky in the direction of the snowfield area, but obviously, this team with insufficient individual cultivation did not want to provoke the prefecture-level monks, of course, he who had the identity of the Li Sect, did not want to.

The shrubs that looked like withered trees began to multiply, an area that Han Li had never been to, so his mind was alert, and he involuntarily retreated faintly, staying in the center of the line, neither rushing forward nor at the end of the line.

Except for Liu Zhengchun, a Xuan-level monk who led the team, everyone else was assigned to take turns to explore the way, but it was obvious that whenever there were some dangerous areas, they were all explored by several casual cultivators, once or twice, maybe by accident, but after a long time, the shrewd Han Li still saw a hint of clues.

"You go there and have a look!"

A pitch-black vine appeared in front of it, a hundred steps square, the leaves of these vines were the size of a palm, but at this time they had dried up and died, crumpled like rotten paper, but the layers of vines, plus these dead leaves, raised the flat ground as a whole by nearly two feet, like an artificially made high platform, spread in front of everyone.

The monk assigned by Liu Zhengchun was named Wang Lan, he was not tall, he spoke very little, his skin was a little dark, and he had a long whip in his hand, according to Han Li's estimate, his cultivation was slightly lower than his own Xuan-level Sevenfold.

It stands to reason that it should be Long Zaixing's turn, this is Han Li's own sort of estimation, this strange withered vine seems to be a little dangerous, through the gap between moving his body, he carefully checked it again, it seems that at the bottom of the vine, there is still a touch of light green that has not faded, this vine does not seem to be completely dead.

Syllable!

Wang Lan is also very cautious, compared with the monks who have channels to get the token of the sect, most of the casual cultivators who dare to go deep into the valley to explore are not good at their peers, the clues of his token, purchased from Li Dabang, spent a lot of effort, and asked two scattered cultivators who had died to help, before taking the token over.

Wang Lan's whip hit the withered vines, except for splashing a lot of dust, scattering a lot of dead branches and leaves, nothing else was found, but he was still not at ease, and threw out a fiery charm, as soon as the fire met the dry dead branches, it immediately spread, and the whole vine immediately fell into the sea of fire, and the crackling sound was in the ears, this was really just an ordinary dead vine.

Looks like I'm thinking too much.

Han Li couldn't help but shake his head secretly, the desolate scenery that had come along the way showed that most of the ancient demon horse thieves were already dead, how could there be so many strange existences.

"Ho, nothing special!"

Wang Lan was slightly determined in his heart, this exploration is fine, at least he can be stable for a while, kill five monks, share the benefits equally, he already has two good magic weapons in his bag, and a few piles of talismans that can be used for half a year, and then find a few unlucky ghosts, he will have to find a way to talk nonsense, Liu Zhengchun fooled everyone, there are magic weapons-level magic weapons of Venerable Yuan Chu in the ruins, of course he wants magic weapons, but he must have a life to use, he doesn't want to be cannon fodder.

He kicked the smoke-emitting and pitch-black dead branch, and was about to lift his foot to leave, when the dead branch that seemed to have turned into ashes actually took advantage of the momentum and wrapped his feet tightly, and at the same time, the vines that were not yet on fire at the bottom also spread out one after another, heading straight for the Chixiamen team.

"Hurry back!"

Liu Zhengchun only shouted out such a sentence, and several monks of the Chixia Sect quickly flew into the distance, and Han Li also quickly withdrew and retreated, only then did he realize that the monks of the Chixia Sect who were originally scattered throughout the team had quietly hidden behind the team when Wang Lan was exploring, which was the most convenient when retreating.

Wang Lan may still be saved!

Han Li's mind crossed this thought, but when he turned his head, he found that Wang Lan had been covered by countless vines, and the fire that had originally ignited had been frantically scattered by the countless green branches that popped out of the vines, and this seemingly withered vine turned out to be a strange vine demon.

Smack!

Liu Zhengchun and the others had already retreated into the distance, and then they all played out the fire talismans, this vine is a wood-based demon beast, and being afraid of fire is almost an inevitable weakness.

It's just that the vine is extremely huge, and while pulling Wang Lan, he keeps stretching out the vine to block the fire charm, preferring to sacrifice some of the branches, and between rotations, everyone can't make contributions.

"Who has a third-order fire talisman?" Liu Zhengchun shouted.

Naturally, no one took it out, not even one who responded to him.

People's hearts are not aligned, Liu Zhengchun said secretly, he clearly remembered what he had obtained before, in fact, when he entered this wasteland, he quickly gave up the unrealistic idea of forming a small battle formation and then hunting ground-level monks, even he had selfish intentions and wanted others to be in front, not to mention that these few loose cultivators could have the same heart as himself?

It's a dream!

Judging from the situation of these scattered cultivators before, more than one person has a rich net worth, and it is not a problem to take out a third-order talisman, or even a third-order non-standard talisman, but right now, no one is willing to lend a hand.

But I finally encountered a living wood-based demon beast, so I can't give up, maybe, there are some clues hidden here from the Heavenly Thunder Wood Thief.

"Whoever destroys this vine, Wang Lan's things will belong to him, and the materials on the vine will also belong to him!" Liu Zheng shouted in a pure voice, there must be brave men under the heavy reward, and he believed that these few loose cultivators were not stupid.

He glanced sideways at Xie Kerong, who wanted to make a move, he knew that the other party had a second-order high-grade magic weapon with a good fire-based skill, but now was not the time to make a move.

Wu Xingsun stopped retreating, and rushed forward with a two-foot-square fiery red feather fan in his hand.

Unable to help, Han Li restrained a trace of greed that had sprouted in him, although he knew that the wood-based demon beasts might be of great use to him, but if he acted in vain, he was afraid that there would be hidden dangers if he exposed more means. Wang Lan's death gave him a big reminder.

............

Inside the frozen cavern, on the down-to-back stone pillars, cold, muddy water droplets constantly fall, hitting the ground covered with ice crystals, making everything slippery and almost impossible to put your feet.

Jiang Feng finally came to such a place.

There were three entrances, or exits, but they were very close to each other, and at this time, Jiang Feng was the only one in this cave, and in addition, he knew that there were two Tianli Sect foundation building monks who were coming with all their might.

It was not dark here, and on the stone wall, there seemed to be a spar that could emit bright light, which also made the shadow have nowhere to dodge, so Jiang Feng simply took the shadow, carefully inserted the silver spirit dagger into the hard wall, so as to stabilize his body, avoid falling, and came to the center of this hall step by step.

The breath of the Ice Desolate Snow Maiden was surging everywhere, and the Cold Light Hairpin Demon Bracelet was even more ringing, until a six-manged snow-shaped altar appeared in front of him.

Six stone pillars that are connected up and down, enough to be the thickness of a wooden barrel, surround this blue cold altar, and on each stone pillar, there is a blue glowstone that seems to be made of nature, illuminating the entire vicinity of the altar.

Here is a pale book with a pale title page, and a few words are written on it in an untidy manner:

"Give everything and rejuvenate"

What is this? If it was just a wordless title page, Jiang Feng might have opened this book that seemed to be only six pages in one place, but this sentence made him retreat.

Moreover, the cold light hairpin demon bracelet, which had been restless, suddenly quieted down.

Is this a curse, a warning, a promise, or a trade?

The Cold Light Hairpin Demon Bracelet reminded itself that this was not a chance, but the real book in front of him was shining with a dazzling orange light under the light of the exquisite treasure, which was enough to prove that it was not an extraordinary product. Could it be that because he has really come into contact with the inheritance of the Ice Desolate Snow Maiden, the "Reckless Curse" planted by the Snow Maiden herself has lost its effect?

Could there be such a thing?

A lot of strange and normal, absurd but realistic questions came out of Jiang Feng's heart one after another, but no one answered him, leaving only all kinds of random suspicions and seemingly rational but unfounded speculations.

"Something!"

While pondering, Jiang Feng, who was not ready to open the book, suddenly heard a frightened scream coming from the passage, and this voice came from a woman.

Jiang Feng hid behind the pale stone pillar, holding his breath and staring.

The person who came was a man and a woman, the man was quite handsome and tough, and the woman was middle-to-middle, both wearing black flowers and red robes, and they were undoubtedly the previous Tianlimen monks.

"Senior brother, retreat!"

The woman threw two ice talismans into the depths of the passage, which were even more effective in this freezing environment, and together with the man, they quickly flew to the center of the cave while overcoming the smooth ground.

The man found Jiang Feng for the first time.

"Senior sister, be careful, there's a damn demon dog!"

Anyway, if you don't scold, will you die, Jiang Feng complained in his heart, his figure was revealed from behind the stone pillar, just blocking the altar, he didn't rush to make a move, because this man and woman just kept a distance from him sideways, but the focus of attention was still at the entrance when he came.

What was there that made them give up attacking their goddamn demon dog immediately?

A grayish-white viscous liquid slowly spread from the entrance, and the liquid was full of dead air, and there were even black ice cubes condensed in one place, and ...... Clot.

Several pale flesh-like tentacles, climbing from the entrance of the cave, clinging tightly to the cold stone wall, the tentacles continued to extend, covering the two nearby entrances, and it did not stop, it seemed to be constantly pulling something in.

"Ho!"

All three heard a deep, terrifying sigh at the same time.