The wind under Fang Lao's feet left the four people behind him far away, and from time to time he looked back and estimated whether the poisonous moths chasing behind him would threaten him, and he became more and more satisfied with the grass flying method he had cultivated.

Not far in front of him was the Poison Pond Forest, and Old Fang felt a pitch-black pill in his hand, and there was heat in his eyes.

Although there are many rare herbs in the poison pond forest, at the same time, the miasma of poisonous insects is dense, and it is difficult for ordinary people to enter it. He spared no expense in buying a miasma pill in the market, so that he could enter the poison pond forest to find out.

The most dangerous place is the easier it is to have a windfall, and the ancients did not deceive me.

It's just that when he raised his head again, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and the old man was horrified in his heart, and hurriedly dodged his feet, and looked fixedly, it was actually a black fox Qiu young man who had a relationship with each other on the periphery.

The black fox Qiu looked at the old man with a pale face, and not far away was chased by a colorful poisonous moth and ran all over the ground like headless flies, and the little monk had a Zen staff in his hand and a robe on his shoulders surging with Buddha light to support a small piece of endless bitterness, and the poisonous miasma fell into the ink-like sea of bitterness, triggering a series of violent reactions.

The little monk's face was bitter, the magic power of Buddhism was not invincible, if he was protected by the endless sea of suffering, the poisonous miasma powder that the poisonous moth spread its wings and waved would naturally not be a problem. But there are also bearded men, rangers and Du Niangzi beside him, although they are just meeting in Pingshui, but the little monk is compassionate and compassionate, and he must do his best to protect them.

Old Fang thought to himself that he was cultivating in the late stage of the Foundation Building Realm, and the aura on the body of such an extraordinary-looking black fox Qiu young man in front of him was only in the early stage, and he must have a solid family background if he was dressed so luxuriously. The distance of three zhang is just a blink of an eye for Fang Lao, Fang Lao has the heart to make a big amount of money in this big life, but before he can make a move, the black fox Qiu young man suddenly raised his hand.

Suddenly, there was a clear blue sky between the trees, like a sunrise, and the colorful poisonous moth was torn to pieces by the sword qi in an instant before it had time to scream.

What kind of rich family in the early stage of foundation building is this, and it is clear that he is a kendo master who is not obvious!

Old Fang was horrified in his heart, especially when he saw it for the first time, and secretly shouted in his heart that it was fortunate that Fang Cai didn't make a move without knowing whether he was alive or dead, otherwise he would definitely end up dead at this moment.

The divine consciousness in Chang Xi Mud Pill Palace was tempered day and night, and it already had an intensity that was not inferior to that of the ordinary Golden Pill Realm. The sneaky old man beside him, with his eyes fluttering, saw it in his eyes with his divine sense, and he had already touched the temperament of this old disrespectful guy.

The bearded man swung a knife to chop the body of the colorful poisonous moth, and the pure-hearted ranger walked with the pale-faced little monk with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and Du Niangzi, who was quite confident in his body and appearance, suddenly saw the black fox man who was haunted by the dream, his eyes were shining, and he put on a smiling face and lifted his skirt to meet him.

People are always fine, and out of the corner of Fang Lao's eyes, he quietly glimpsed the eyes of the four people looking at him and lost the initial awe, and he couldn't help but cry out in his heart, but he quickly had a plan and saluted Chang Xi and said: "Thanks to the young man's righteous help, I don't know if the young man is willing to go with me and others all the way?"

The other party's shameful behavior sneered, and Du Niangzi, who had the idea of breaking up the gang, immediately threw this idea out of the clouds, and the bearded man was jealous of the sword qi that had great power with a single blow, and he didn't dare to say much.

Chang Xi's original intention was only to find tequila, and he didn't want to be involved with these people with all kinds of thoughts, but when he looked at the ugly little monk, his heart moved slightly, and he actually responded with a ghostly "good".

Several people exchanged names and talked and laughed, and the team that was on the verge of falling apart just now seemed to be reunited.

Old Fang was not dead, rubbed his hands and asked, "The old man just saw that Chang Shaoxia came out of the poison pool forest, and I don't know inside..."

Chang Xi unceremoniously raised his palm and interrupted: "The Poison Pond Forest has already been explored by me, and I have already taken away all the useful things below, if Elder Fang is unwilling, you can go in and take a look on yourself, but you are still in a hurry, so I won't wait for Elder Fang." ”

Fang Lao's smile stiffened on his face, and he said with a smile: "Since Chang Shaoxia said that there is no more, then there must be none, so where should we go now?"

Chang Xi pondered for a moment and gave a place name, "Burial Soul Ridge." ”

Hearing the word Burial Soul Ridge, the bearded man said with a somewhat unnatural expression: "Burial Soul Ridge is not as dangerous as ordinary dangers such as Poison Pond Forest, but it will cost your life." ”

Old Fang frowned, this Burial Soul Ridge is a first-class fierce place in the Burial Bone River, under the Burial Soul Ridge are buried the remains of countless monks of various sects and sects who fought here in the bloody battle, not to mention the corpse resentment, the entire Burial Soul Ridge is more like it was poured out of blood, and there are countless bloodthirsty demon beasts in the Burial Soul Ridge.

It is true that there are many rare treasures in the Soul Burial Ridge, but they really have to fight with their lives.

Old Fang's heart was deeply involved in the battle between heaven and man, and the Qing Miasma Pill that he had spent a lot of money on was useless now, and if this black fox Qiu's sword-wielding young man used it properly, it could also save him many risks, and without this black fox Qiu boy, his team would probably fall apart in an instant.

He clenched and loosened his fist several times, but finally gritted his teeth and agreed.

In order to facilitate the treasure hunt and safety, everyone did not choose the way to drive the road that was easy to become the target of the public, but chose to move forward on foot.

It was getting dark in the middle of the bone-burying river, and everyone found a place with a wide field of vision for night rest. The ranger was carried by the bearded man to look for game to eat, leaving the four of them to sit around the campfire.

Looking at the handsome Langjun who walked to sit next to the little monk, Du Niangzi looked down at her clothes and half-lifted her breasts, which were mostly round and snow-white, and she was depressed and complaining, could the little monk's bare head be better than the beautiful scenery of the peaks and peaks on her chest?

Although the little monk was born in a place where there were many pilgrims, the black fox Qiu young man sitting next to him made him still a little restrained, especially when he saw the young man with the sword on his waist take out a Hui Yuan Dan worth a thousand gold and hand it to him, he was stunned.

The little monk with a bitter face waved his hand again and again and said: "The seniors can't help it, the little monk can't afford such a valuable thing, and ask the seniors to take it back." ”

Chang Xi, who had been blessed by the spirit of the closed meditation hall before, was angry and laughing, most of the people in the Buddhist sect were compassionate and helpful to the common people, and it can be glimpsed from the time when the little monk disregarded his own safety and helped the other three to resist the colorful poisonous moths with his own strength.

People in Buddhism are good at everything, but they are all hypocritical.

He didn't talk to the little monk much at the moment, he restrained the little monk's acupoint with one finger, and gave him Hui Yuan Dan under the little monk's dumbfounded gaze.

The Hui Yuan Dan was very effective, and it quickly smoothed the injuries left by the little monk when he resisted the colorful poisonous moth.

The little monk's face turned ruddy, and he folded his palms together solemnly and bowed solemnly to Chang Xi.

Chang Xi waved his hand and said: "I have been favored by Buddhism, as the saying goes, kindness will be repaid, you don't have to be so solemn, isn't it the most important thing in Buddhism?"

The little monk's already lively eyes were even brighter, and he never thought that the Chang Shi was still related to Buddhism, and he only felt that it was too late to see each other.

The firelight jumped, reflecting two young faces.