Yang Mingyang walked forward a short distance, and saw a monk lying under a tree in front of him, and blood was flowing out of his body.

When he got closer, he saw that the monk had a hole in his chest, with signs of burning, and he was no longer alive. The storage bag on his waist has been taken away, and it is clear that this person was killed by a sneak attack by a fire-type monk.

A short walk away, I saw another corpse. Strangely, there were no injuries on the body.

Yang Mingyang continued to move forward, walking past a big tree. Suddenly, his body flashed, and he was two or three meters away from the place. An ice sword fell from the sky and landed where he had just stood.

Immediately after, a figure flashed through the canopy and fled towards the place where it had fled. But before he could run away, the figure screamed and fell from the top of the tree.

Yang Mingyang walked over and looked at this fallen monk, the eightfold cultivator of Qi refining, and looked at the clothes, this is a monk of a small sect. There is a blood hole behind this person, which is caused by Yang Mingyang.

It turned out that although the divine consciousness here was restricted, Yang Mingyang's powerful divine sense could still detect the distance of ten meters or so in the surrounding area.

Knowing that there was a person hidden in this big tree, Yang Mingyang deliberately pretended to know nothing, and actually secretly held the feather fan in his hand.

After easily dodging the opponent's attack, he unleashed a fatal blow at the opponent. The monk did not know until he died, that he wanted to be a hunter but had already been taken as a prey by others.

Untied the storage bag on the man's waist, Yang Mingyang also hid in the big tree to check.

Sure enough, as Yang Mingyang expected, this monk also had the same map in his storage bag. It seems that there are many copies of the map, no wonder so many people were able to find it.

Due to the fact that in addition to the unknown dangers in this dense forest, there were also monks killing each other, Yang Mingyang became more cautious and explored forward little by little.

After walking for most of the day, I still couldn't get out of this dense forest. This made Yang Mingyang feel very puzzled, when he was visually outside the forest, the area of this dense forest was only ten miles in radius at most, and at his own speed, he should have gone out.

After walking for a few more hours, he still didn't get out of the dense forest. Now, he could be sure that there must be something strange about this jungle.

If the divine sense is not restricted, the path can be found by expanding the divine sense, but now in this situation, Yang Mingyang is a little helpless.

It stands to reason that since this man has made so many maps, there is no reason to trap people here. With such an idea, Yang Mingyang took out the map again, and looked at it carefully by the faint light.

There were some strange patterns and lines on the map, which caught Yang Mingyang's attention, and after careful consideration, he speculated on the way out of the dense forest.

He went all the way, checking the lines on the map, and after several corrections, finally found the right way.

Half a day later, Yang Mingyang finally walked out of the dense forest and saw the long-lost sunshine.

Standing in the dense forest, I looked forward and found that this dense forest was actually leaning against the cliff, and I was currently standing on the edge of the cliff.

Looking down, the cliff is about one or two hundred meters high, and under the cliff is a green meadow with a lot of green grass growing taller than a person.

His eyesight was very good, and he could see some monks walking through the grass.

This height of two hundred meters is like a moat for mortals, but for the current Yang Mingyang, it is really a piece of cake, and he will soon appear on the grass. Standing on the grass, I realized why these monks didn't fly over directly, but shuttled through the grass, it turned out that there was a no-fly formation here.

According to the guidance on the map, after crossing this meadow, you can reach the entrance of the cave, and Yang Mingyang, like the people in front of him, picked up the grass and walked forward.

A few meters to the right, there was a green-clothed female cultivator with a nine-fold qi refining spirit, and when she saw Yang Mingyang, she smiled sweetly at him.

The female cultivator greeted her almost humbly, Yang Mingyang understood what the other party meant, and hoped that he would not kill her.

Yang Mingyang waved his hand to her, signaling her to move forward with confidence. He is not a murderous person, and for Wang Ting's sake, he will not embarrass this woman from Baicaomen.

As soon as he walked a short distance, he felt an abnormal fluctuation underground, and after a while, several green rattans were wrapped around his feet, and Yang Mingyang, who had been prepared, sent out flames from the Yanlie fan, and soon burned the rattan into ashes.

At this time, I suddenly heard a scream from the side, and followed the voice, only to see that the Baicaomen female cultivator next to her was entangled in several rattans, and quickly pulled to the ground, and the thigh below was already in the mud.

The nun hurriedly took out a green rod and sent out a green light to slash at the rattan, and it took several strokes to cut off a rattan, but more rattans entangled her, and in a moment, she was completely sunk into the mud from the waist and abdomen.

"Daoyou save me!" The female cultivator couldn't think of any other way but to ask Yang Mingyang for help.

Yang Mingyang originally meant not to care about the other party's life or death, but when he saw the female cultivator's begging eyes, his heart softened, and he summoned the feather sword and danced around the female cultivator.

The Feather Sword is a metal magic weapon, originally known for its attacks, and it is also a high-quality magic weapon, and the attack quickly cut off all the rattans bound to the female cultivator's body.

"Little girl Nangong Yan, thank you for saving your life!" The female cultivator was out of danger, looked at the ground with palpitations, and then smiled charmingly at Yang Mingyang.

Yang Mingyang waved his hand lightly, signaling that the other party didn't have to take it to heart, and then continued to move forward.

"Daoyou's mana is strong, can the little girl walk with Daoyou and rely on each other!" Nangong Yan's face was full of spring, and she looked like Ren Jun picking.

"I'm sorry, I'm used to walking alone!" Yang Mingyang coldly refused the other party's request and walked forward quickly.

This Nangong Yan was helpless, so she had to follow Yang Mingyang far away. But after a while, he was left behind a long distance.

At this time, rattan kept appearing in the grass, and there were monks constantly fighting against it.

A young man dressed in the costume of Yellow Maple Valley was trapped by rattans, and he sacrificed a green leaf, emitting a burst of black mist, and these numerous rattans actually withered in an instant, and were gently torn off by the man.

A white-haired Sanxiu took out a large knife-like magic weapon and desperately chopped the rattans wrapped around his body, but there was no way to take these rattans, and he was finally completely dragged into the ground.

The left foot of the disciple of the Water Moon Sect was entangled, and he couldn't break free, so in a hurry, he cut off his left leg with a sword......

Yang Mingyang walked quickly in the grass, and the rattan in the ground seemed to know that it couldn't help him, so it didn't attack him again.

After walking for a few hours, Yang Mingyang finally walked out of this grassland, but what appeared in front of him was a wide river, on the opposite side of the river was a steep cliff, a platform on the cliff, and more than a dozen iron chains hung down from the platform, embedded in the ground on the grass side of the river.

There is a no-fly formation here, and if you want to go up to the platform, you have to climb up the chain.

Before Yang Mingyang, several monks had already arrived at the river. Although this chain is dangerous, it is not difficult for these monks. They have been monks for many years, and even if they don't use spiritual power, their physical fitness is far superior to ordinary people.

A small sect monk obviously wanted to reach his destination first and obtain the treasure, so he couldn't wait to grab the chain, hand and foot and climb upward.

After rising a few dozen meters, he suddenly let go of his hands with a loud cry and fell into the river. The man was about to swim to the shore when a rope reached out from the bottom of the river and pulled him to the bottom.