The miasma forest is hidden in a mist, the trunks in the mist are crooked and twisted, and they do not grow normally, and a thick layer of rotten leaves and fruits are piled up at the roots, which are sweet and greasy with a rancid smell, and the people are drunk.

Song Yun had already prepared, took out a jade-colored porcelain bottle from his sleeve, poured a few dragonan-sized pills in his palm, and said, "This is a poison-repelling pill, which can resist miasma when held under the tongue." "The skin in her palm is white and greasy, lined with vermilion pills, which is pleasing to the eye.

Wei Qiqi took a poison pill, pinched it in his hand and looked at it, threw it into his mouth, and held it under his tongue, the cool and bitter taste spread to the tip of his tongue, he swallowed his saliva, and felt a cold line of water slide from his throat into his abdomen, and his spirit was lifted.

Song Yun stepped into the miasma forest first, followed by Deng Yuantong, Wei Qiqi, and Yu Yao. The rotten leaves were soft, like a thick carpet, the shallow place was not above the ankles, the depths were not above the knees, and the pink miasma overflowed with the footsteps, and everyone slowed down to avoid the miasma entering the nose as much as possible.

Listening closely, there was no sound in the miasma forest, Song Yun circled along the periphery, and went around to the northeast corner to see the monkeys.

It was a group of capuch-tailed monkeys, noisy and frolicking in the woods, and they were not afraid of people. Song Yun squinted her eyes and looked at them one by one, but she didn't notice anything unusual, she raised the green rust sword and shook it a few times, trying to attract the attention of the monkeys, but none of the monkeys paid attention to her.

Song Yun said to himself: "The group of monkeys is uncertain, it seems that it is not this group. ”

The group hit the road again and continued to search for the monkeys on the periphery of the miasma forest until the sun went down in the west, and then they went out of the forest to find a place to rest.

Song Yun looked at the four fields, drew a circle on the map, and clicked on their location, which had already circled to the north of the miasma forest, with rolling hills in front of him, and further north, there was an endless grassland.

It was the grassland of the Kotie people in the northwest.

Wei XVII offered to collect some firewood, and when he came back a while, in addition to a bundle of firewood, he also brought four hare with broken necks.

Song Yun said with a smile: "The action is quite neat, and in this moment's work, I hit the game." ”

"The disciple is from the mountain Orion, and he is used to it. Wei Qiqi quickly lit a fire, went to the nearby stream to wash and peel the hares, and set them on the fire to roast them carefully.

Song Yun and Deng Yuan have been in the valley for a long time, just drink some hot water, Yu Yao doesn't have a big appetite, he tore a rabbit leg, and stopped after eating, Wei Qiqi was not polite, and swept away the rest of the meat.

Dry firewood crackles in the fire, and sparks rise and merge into the starry sky. Yu Yao put her legs together, her chin on her knees, looking at the firelight in a daze, her face was half bright and half dark, and the boundary between light and dark kept shaking, indicating that her mood was not calm.

Wei Qiqi thought that after the catastrophe of Qizhen Mountain, her mood might never be calm again.

The wind blew from the grassland, whining, and in the darkness, dozens of pairs of blue eyes lit up, disappearing and disappearing, revealing a bit of weirdness.

Wei Qiqi added a few dry firewood to the fire and lit the fire, Yu Yao was disturbed, stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and frowned.

"Something is coming. ”

Yu Yao looked back and saw a group of beast figures in the direction of the miasma forest, staring at the miserable green eyes, swaying towards the fire.

Song Yun said: "It's a group of monkeys!"

A moment later, the monkeys appeared in the firelight, and they all stopped, grinning and cowering. It was a group of capuch-tailed monkeys, few in number, less than twenty including the old and the young, who seemed to have fled in a terrible defeat, the young and strong covered in bruises, the old and weak faltering, like a remnant fire in the wind, and could no longer withstand the blow.

Deng Yuantong and Song Yun watched the changes.

After patrolling for a while, the Monkey King led by the Monkey King had the courage to approach the fire, slowly squatted down, looked at the four of them, and stretched out his claws towards Yu Yao. Yu Yao hesitated, took out a piece of dry food and put it in the palm of his hand, the monkey king broke a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, turned around and "squeaked" a few times, the monkeys stepped forward one after another, close to the fire to keep warm, the monkey king handed the dry food to the female monkey behind him, and stretched out his paw towards Deng Yuantong to beg.

Deng Yuantong touched a pear and threw it to it, and suddenly said, "These monkeys have dealt with people, and someone has fed them." ”

Song Yun's heart moved, and he put the green rust sword in front of him, and the Monkey King stared at the scabbard for a long time, stretched out his claws to touch the word "hook and sickle" on it, and his eyes showed a sad look. She sighed and said, "It seems that the caravan encountered this group of monkeys, Senior Brother Deng, you have to make a move." There was no joy in his tone.

Deng Yuantong stood up, flicked his sleeves, and a talisman stuck to the forehead of the Monkey King, spontaneously combusted without wind, turned into fly ash and disappeared into the night, leaving a zigzag and coiled talisman, which gradually disappeared under the dark skin.

The monkeys were alarmed and screamed and retreated, but the monkey king crouched in place, motionless, his eyes rolling and he didn't know what was happening.

Deng Yuantong mentioned that the Monkey Dynasty walked in the dark, and the monkeys panicked and ran around, not daring to catch up and snatch it. Wei Qiqi got up and walked to the group of monkeys, and performed a few "requiem techniques", and the group of monkeys gradually calmed down and trembled.

Deng Yuantong found a hidden bush and put the Monkey King down, staring at it with blazing eyes, his left eye suddenly rolled, and the eyeball disappeared, revealing a sallow snake eye, the pupil was like a vertical line, which was the "soul eye" that Ruan Jing left to Xiandu.

He is also a ruthless person, and he does not hesitate to refine the eyes of the beauty python into his eye sockets, nourish them with essence and blood, and exert the power of "soul dementorship" to the extreme.

The Monkey King rolled his eyes, lost consciousness. Deng Yuantong recited the incantation, raised his index finger, and drew a black smoke from between its eyebrows, condensing into the upper body of the Monkey King, changing and struggling in pain. Memory is like a book, let him check it over and over again, Deng Yuantong finally found what he needed, Miasma Leaf Lin, Yao Jiang, Green Rust Sword, there are these fragmentary pictures, enough.

He took the spell and returned the soul to the Monkey King's skull, leaving it alive.